Jennings opened his eyes, and everything that ca into view was extrely unfamiliar.
Not far away, flas were still flickering on the fireplace.
It was warm and cozy, but Jennings clearly rembered he had just left Laura Quinn’s birthday party, planning to enjoy a romantic ti with Miss Michelle.
After they entered his room, he couldn’t wait to make a move on Michelle, savor her taste.
But after a sharp pain in his neck, he rembered nothing.
Awakening once more, he found himself in this unfamiliar place.
Jennings looked around, not seeing any familiar faces or objects, but he heard a conversation coming from behind him.
"July, seeing you in my lifeti makes truly happy. But I am even more grateful that you brought Laura back."
"Grandpa, don’t say that, these are things I should do."
"July?"
Jennings was puzzled, who is July?
Although the voice of the woman sounded sowhat familiar.
Turning his head to look, Jennings saw a young girl who resembled Laura Quinn but whose eyes were sharper, sitting by Quinn’s rocking chair and chatting with him.
"Who are you, and why did you bring to Quinn?"
Of course, Jennings recognized Quinn, his father had spent his life plotting sches just to get Laura Quinn into the Marsden Estate.
Thus, Jennings had also visited Quinn a few tis before.
But facing Jennings’s question, both of them rely glanced at him.
Then, the girl said to Quinn, "No wonder they all say this guy has a simple mind."
"His mother was just a maid at Marsden Estate, it’s all in the genes." Quinn remarked indifferently, then asked the girl:
"But why did you bring him back? I think soone like him who indulges in leisure and pleasure all day, if captured, not only fails to threaten Joseph, but also wastes our food."
"I plan to use him for drug testing; his father’s sins should be repaid by him."
The two discussed Jennings openly, their tone filled with disdain.
Jennings naturally couldn’t stand it.
"Are you done? Who discusses matters face to face like this?"
Quinn was quite amusing, imdiately saying: "Look, he’s mad! He’s mad!"
"Not letting us discuss your matters face to face, are you happy if we discuss them behind your back?" The young girl countered Jennings.
Hearing her familiar voice once more, Jennings finally recalled who she was.
"You are Michelle?"
"Finally figured it out? You’re not too dumb."
July Quinn expected Jennings to burst into anger.
She was even prepared to give Jennings another shot to make him fall into slumber again.
But whether she had underestimated the playboy’s forsaken nature or overestimated his temper was unknown.
Upon realizing it was Miss Tea who had kidnapped him, Jennings not only didn’t get angry but rather asked with great interest, "So July is your real na?"
"Young man, now is not the ti for you to be chasing girls," Old Master Quinn had to remind him.
Indeed, whether Laura Quinn or July Quinn, he hoped neither would have any ties with the Marsden Family.
"I’m just curious why she hid her na and appeared around , was it just to kidnap ?"
Jennings’s question seed sowhat amusing to July Quinn.
"Could it be to marry you?"
To fantasize so wildly, it seed quite fitting for Jennings.
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