As ti passed, Jack was sleeping in the guest room because he had given his room to Amanda. Jack, who was sleeping soundly, woke up from a sound that just ca from beside him.
Jack opening his eyes, the first thing he did was ready the Azazel's sword as if it was an enemy he'll have to just attack without holding back.
As Jack woke up and heard soone was knocking on the door of the room he was sleeping in, he slowly approached it.
" Amanda?" Jack asked, as before sleeping, the girl introduced herself; she was called Amanda Eve. Smith.
"Yes, it's ," Amanda replied. Jack looked at the watch near his bedside; it was 5 in the morning.
"What do you want?" After the last attack, Jack was more cautious, and he got a little traumatized.
"Well, could you open the door first?" Amanda's voice called from behind the door.
Jack slowly, very cautiously, opened the door, and seeing there was no problem at all, he just opened the door wide and let her inside.
"Well, I was getting bored, so I ca here," Amanda said.
"Well, if you had slept peacefully, it would have been better; the boredom you feel might have been gone. Sit here," Jack pointed at the bed.
"Where are you from?" Amanda asked; she was certain Jack was just pretending to be a rich guy.
"Germany, where are you from?" Jack asked, as he was certain this girl was not around here.
"Iron Hollow, Pennsylvania," Amanda said while getting herself comfortable with the comforter, and she snuggled into Jack's bed.
"Oh, so you're an Arican? What does your father do?" Jack asked casually, his tone light and nonchalant.
"Yes... This bed is nice; it's warm and comfortable," Amanda said while her eyes were shutting down with tiredness.
Jack, after seeing her peacefully asleep, quietly left the room and returned to his own master bedroom. He slept soundly until 4 PM, when he was abruptly awakened by the frantic ringing of the doorbell.
Jack pulled out the tab of the room and saw there were many people outside, so waiters, so cops, and one person who was looking like a mafia mber.
Jack pressed the busy button, which opened a nearby room designated as a guest room. He wanted to take a mont to compose himself before eting so many people.
Seeing the busy light lightening up, the waiters took the man who looked like Mafia to the room that had just opened up.
Jack took a bath first after waking up; he doesn't know who the person who just ca in with cops and stuff is.
After taking a shower, Jack dressed in his formal suit, ate so fruit from the table, and then opened the door before settling on the couch with his legs crossed.
As the suite's door opened, a green light was shown on the guest room.
"Sir, this is a green light. It ans the suite is open; we can go." A waiter said to the Mafia-looking man.
The man jumped up from the couch. He was Amanda's father.
Amanda's father burst into Jack's suite, his hurried footsteps echoing through the luxurious room. The door swung open with a force that hinted at his urgency, nearly crashing into the wall. Jack, unfazed by the commotion, remained seated on the plush leather couch. His posture exuded an air of effortless composure; one leg crossed elegantly over the other, his polished shoe reflecting the soft glow of the overhead chandelier.
He glanced up from the tablet resting on his lap, his sharp eyes eting Amanda's father's frantic expression. Jack's calm deanor created a stark contrast to the man's obvious distress. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, emphasizing the quiet authority he carried without effort.
Amanda's father paused, trying to catch his breath. Beads of sweat lined his forehead as he gestured wildly, struggling to string words together. anwhile, Jack waited patiently, raising an eyebrow as if to silently urge him to speak.
The room seed to freeze in that mont, with Jack's unshakable calmness filling the space. He adjusted his tie slightly, his movents deliberate and precise, before finally speaking in a smooth, asured tone. "Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the armchair opposite him. "Tell , what do you want?"
Amanda's father looked around; at first he was a little shocked by Jack's re presence.
"She's my baby. Did you touch her?" Amanda's father asked as he was still sweating a bit.
"Sir, please calm yourself down." The waiter tried to calm Amanda's father down.
"You!!! Shut up. It's about my baby. Amanda's father seed to be mad.
"Father, you're here." Suddenly Amanda's voice was heard from the guest room.
Jack saw Amanda slowly getting out of the room, and she was not nervous at all.
"Amanda, my baby." Amanda's father walked towards her with a concerned expression, but she just brushed past him and sat beside Jack.
Jack was taken aback, and even Amanda's father was surprised.
"et my boyfriend; his na is Jack," Amanda said as she sat down with Jack.
"Jack?" Amanda's father looked flabbergasted and didn't know what to say in such situations.
Jack just stood up, as he didn't want to get involved himself in a teenage cody-drama again for an unknown girl.
"No, I don't even know her," Jack said while he wanted to go to his room to get his mobile phone.
Amanda's father was bewildered, and Amanda was even more bewildered, because this was the second ti Jack had done sothing like this.
First he refused her invitation to the club; now this.
Amanda's father's thinking was completely opposite of Amanda's; he was certain this boy was playing with his baby girl's heart.
As Jack wanted to take his phone from the bedside, Amanda's father stood up with anger in his face.
Jack looked back at the Mafia-looking guy who just stood up; he was certain this man was going to do sothing stupid.
As he had guessed, the man charged toward him, attempting to grab Jack by the collar. But just as he got close enough, a large hand threw him back, sending him sprawling outside the suite.
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