Jessica was no longer the beloved girl from the Clifford family. But she was used to talking like one. So she said "as long as" and it was a strong phrase. But she didn't realize it.
However, as far as Jas was concerned, it showed how strong Jessica determined to leave him.
Three tis.
Within the half-hour, after Jas returned, Jessica told him three tis to let her go.
Jessica said she wanted to leave multiple tis, which pushed him on the edge of irritation. It would explode at any ti.
However, what was more powerful was the way Jessica said, "sex slave." It was both embarrassing and interesting, which made Jas's anger go away. He couldn't help teasing her.
Jas thought with changing any looks. His eyes were deep and aningful playful.
"Sex slave?" The way Jas said it was enchanting, "Where do you hear it?"
Jessica didn't know why Jas was interested in sothing else because she was talking about letting her go.
And Jessica was sick, and her mory was fading. Jamie Winter told her she lost so mory from the past. So she couldn't rember.
But it was one thing she didn't rember. Jas was also involved in it. Didn't he rember it?
Jessica squeezed the shirt with embarrassnt. The outfit the maids brought over revealed her body too much. So she wore his shirt.
Jessica looked at the door. It was where the two younger maids left. Jas instantly understood sothing. So he had so questions for the maids.
Jas even began to look forward to the mont when reputed psychologists in the world invoked their mories through hypnosis.
That was right. Both Jas and Jessica would find their mories back.
Jas's fingertips slid on Jessica's tender cheek. It felt both warm and cold. Jas said, "You're a bit susceptible, aren't you? You take whatever they say for real, huh?"
Jessica didn't know how to answer it.
Jessica was easy to trust. Erin told her to give her back the bracelet if she drank with Mr. Winter and gave him good tis. And she did because she believed Erin.
The maids told Jessica to address Jas Master because he bought her. She believed them too.
Jessica had no idea why.
"Ma..." Before Jessica finished the rest of "master," she changed another way to address Jas, seeing how cold his look turned. She said, "Mr. Moore, will you let go of for a mont? I feel strangled."
Jas's look changed for one second. But he resud his usual looks soon.
Jas liked it when he was close to Jessica, like only so he could genuinely sense he was related to her.
Jas held Jessica's waist with his arms tightly. She took one step back, and he held her more tightly. After several tis, Jas couldn't help applying more force.
Jas suddenly let go of Jessica. She took steps back like a fish back in the water. She distanced herself from Jas like there were 1,000 miles apart.
Jessica stepped back until she felt sothing cold. It was a glass door, and it was locked. Jessica confird that after she ca out of the shower.
Jas ordered, "Co to " He stood where he was and put both hands in his pockets. His stance was condescending, and his look was noble. His voice was slightly cold, clean, and deep. But he gave Jessica no room to say no.
Jessica bit her lips. After weighing in pros and cons, she decided to compromise and co to Jas. Suddenly she heard the "bang" behind her back.
In the distance, fireworks were set off in the quiet night sky.
Jessica seed to forget Jas ordered her to co over completely. Instead, she turned around and leaned on the glass door. She reached out and leaned against the window to grab the transient fireworks.
Jas asked, "Do you want to go out and watch fireworks?" His tone was pleasing like an adult who used candy to comfort kids.
Jessica didn't turn around. But she nodded.
Jas picked up his phone and inputted a series of codes. The door to the balcony was opened.
Jessica couldn't wait to rush out. She grabbed the iron fence. The shirt blew like the wind passed by. Jas watched her back like a kite flying unstably in the sky.
Jas was about to grab the kite when Jessica jumped out of the balcony...
***
The snow lted, and a thin layer of mist was on the dark green glass.
The higher one stands, the less endurable they are to coldness. In the office of the 36th floor, a man stood upright with one hand in his pocket. He stood in front of the window. Ivan Hill stood behind and reported calmly, "Our n have tried multiple tis to get in touch with Charles. But the signals are all cut off. I suspect that Charles..."
Ivan paused. He couldn't muster up the courage to say "might be in danger in the Ancient Country."
Jackson ordered, "Send over a search party." His voice was arrogant and icy, saying, "And keep an eye out for the whereabouts of Evan."
Ivan understood it made sense to keep tabs on Evan. Charles hired assassins to go after Evan, but it backfired on himself. His whereabouts remained unknown. It was normal to go after Evan for more information.
Ivan paused before saying, "K's Clam asked about whoever leaked the news Evan was to be targeted..."
Jackson asked, "What do you think?"
Ivan lowered his head and kept sweating on the tip of his nose. Although Jackson asked him, it didn't an he didn't know. On the night of the bet, Gabrielle was there too. And Avery was her sister. That made Evan her brother-in-law.
Gabrielle might have been the leak.
But Jackson wouldn't allow anybody to trace it back to Gabrielle. It was protecting her in a way.
However, whether Gabrielle was the leak or not, how would Jackson tell K's Clam?
One K's Clam that had power in both the illegal and legal world was nothing. But if several groups worked together against Jackson, he would be bound to get affected.
Ivan had to be worried about Jackson.
But Jackson seed not to expect his answer. So Ivan said, "I'll do whatever you say, Sir."
Jackson looked outside the window again, "What's more?"
The last matter was finished. Ivan took out a pile of files, saying, "Sir, these are the scripts Gabrielle is interested in."
Jackson finally turned around and saw a thick pile of papers. He frowned, saying, "Are there so many?"
Did Gabrielle think of herself as a workaholic?
Jackson took them over and flipped through. Then he tossed them back to Ivan, saying, "No romantic scenes, no action scenes, and no kiss scenes..."
Ivan held the thick scripts, saying, "That's a NO to romantic and action films. How about a variety of TV shows?"
Jackson asked, "What are variety TV shows?"
Ivan sweat with sha. How could Jackson buy a building to open the entertainnt business without knowing what variety shows were? What was more, there was only Gabrielle as the talent. What was he doing?
Ivan answered, "They are real-life TV shows."
Jackson asked, "Are there romantic scenes?"
Ivan answered, "It depends on the type. But most favor them because it draws the attention of the audience."
Jackson frowned, saying, "Get her docuntary."
Ivan was speechless.
Seeing Ivan didn't leave, Jackson asked, "What's the problem?"
Ivan was drawing one script from the pile, he said, "Gabrielle likes this one and wants to shoot it."...
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