After saying this, Ellen turned around and put her hand on the skirt buckle, as if she was about to take it off in the next second.
The bodyguard felt his head go blank.
His temples and his back were sweaty.
How dare he look at Jamie’s woman?
Didn’t he want his eyeballs?
Moreover, not to ntion that Ellen was Jamie’s woman, even if Jamie had already dumped her, the bodyguard still dared not to touch her.
After all, Ellen was still Jamie’s woman!
The bodyguard hurriedly turned around and closed the door before Ellen took off her skirt.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ellen smiled and entered the bathroom with a bath towel.
Ellen took a quick shower and put on the bath towel. Then, she pressed the hidden button on the wall.
The wall slowly turned.
She slipped into the wall. There was a blackboard written with a connection network and stuck with countless photos on it.
Ellen inserted the USB stick into the computer.
She didn’t have ti when she was at Jamie’s villa in the morning. She only saw the title and had to make a copy of everything before she could even read them.
She opened the files in the USB and saw so sex photos and videos of Erson, the Hawkins family’s young boss.
There were also so photos and videos of him with a few won...
Ellen had always known that Jamie was a cautious man.
He never trusted people easily. And he would definitely get the goods on his partner no matter how many years they had cooperated for a rainy day.
Obviously, Jamie collected all of these, and it was very likely that he had planned it!
If these photos went public, it would undoubtedly give the Hawkins family a heavy blow!
Not only would it affect the Hawkins family’s stock, but it would also seriously damage the image of the Hawkins Group. Especially when the Hawkins family also had a powerful position within the governnt, they definitely did not want to see such a scandal.
Ellen thought of sothing.
She photoshopped the photos and then anonymously sent them to Erson’s email.
She had been working with the Hawkins family behind the scenes recently. It was not difficult for her to get contact information of Erson at all.
Soon, Erson replied.
Erson: "Who are you!"
Ellen: "It’s not important."
Erson: "What do you want from !"
Ellen: "A deal."
Erson let out a sigh of relief: "You want money? How much do you want?"
Ellen: "I don’t want money."
Erson: "What do you want then!"
Ellen: "I want a contract from five years ago."
Erson was confused.
Erson: "What do you an? I don’t understand."
Ellen: "Maybe you can recall when you see these photos and videos all over the Internet."
Erson: "What do you want to do?"
"Wait for my signal."
After texting back, Ellen uploaded all the videos and the photos to her encrypted cloud account, then she pulled out the USB stick and crushed it.
She returned to the bathroom and wet her hair before putting on her clothes and walking out.
The bodyguard outside saw her and imdiately greeted her.
"Ms. Robbins, it’s ti. We have to go back to the villa now."
Ellen smiled sarcastically.
"Let’s go then."
Yvette had been working in the studio.
During lunch, her phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from Lance.
Yvette picked it up.
Lance’s handso face appeared on the screen and looked even more three-dinsional.
"Are you eating?"
"Yeah," Yvette replied.
"What are you eating? Let see," Lance said.
Yvette picked up the phone and showed him the dishes one by one.
"Carrot, broccoli, and so fish.
"It looks good, but no soup. Who cooked them?"
"The housekeeper."
"Then what are you going to cook for ?" Lance suddenly asked.
Yvette thought for a while but still had no idea.
She said, "Don’t be picky. You have to eat whatever I cook."
Seeing the proud look on her face, Lance slightly curled up his thin lips into a grin as he stared at her affectionately.
"I won’t be picky. I like everything you cook."
"Then when do you want to eat?"
Lance watched as Yvette stuffed the broccoli into her mouth and her cheek got bulging.
"Tomorrow night. Is it convenient for you?"
If not for the fact that he had a eting tomorrow morning, he would already go to her today!
He wanted to see her very much!
Yvette thought for a mont. Tomorrow afternoon, she had to deliver the dicine according to the agreed ti.
The Bronx was located in a remote suburb of New York. It would take her about an hour or so to get there and co back.
She could return in the afternoon.
So Yvette nodded. "Tomorrow night then."
Lance was in a good mood.
He looked at her mouth and said, "Your lips."
"What?"
Yvette thought that her mouth was stained with the sauce. But when she looked at herself on the screen, she saw nothing on her lips.
Lance said, "Co closer. I’ll tell you."
Yvette thought that there was sothing wrong with her mouth, so she placed the phone to her ear.
Then she heard Lance’s sexy voice.
"It seems to be begging for a kiss."
Yvette instantly blushed.
There were a lot of people around her. He was so annoying!
Speaking sweet nothings in the noisy crowd suddenly made Yvette feel like they were a couple in love.
Yvette scolded him, "There are so many people here."
"So I only said it to you," Lance said with a smile on his lips.
His face was so handso on the screen.
Yvette felt her heart inexplicably pounding.
Along with the heartbeat, she also felt sweetness rising from the bottom of her heart.
"I have to work." She panicked.
Seeing that she blushed, Lance grinned and said, "Sure. Take good care of yourself.
"Especially your arm..."
He blurted out his concern.
Yvette was stunned.
Lance also paused.
Then, his eyes lit up, and he said.
"I want to kiss you more now."
Yvette blushed. "Can’t you say sothing normal?"
"This is normal."
Lance lowered his head slightly to look at the person on the screen. His eyes seed to bewitch her as he stared at her and said, "And healthy."
Yvette’s long eyelashes trembled. Her ears were burning hot.
She did not doubt that this man would pounce on her if he was in front of her now.
"I ... I have to go."
Yvette hung up in a hurry.
She began to reflect on whether they were getting too close to each other recently.
At this ti, the receptionist of the studio ca over.
"Ms. Thiel, there is a mister called Frankie Sainsbury outside who wants to see you."
Yvette said, "Let him in."
Frankie ca in with a wooden lunch box and placed it on the table.
"Ms. Thiel, this is the soup that Mr. Wolseley ordered for you."
Frankie left after he finished speaking.
Yvette saw the lunch box and found it was from Le Moine, a fancy restaurant in New York.
But it was quite far away from here.
Did Lance order soup for her when they were chatting just now?
Yvette opened the food box and instantly slled the aroma.
It was a signature soup in Le Moine.
After taking a sip, Yvette felt her stomach beco warr.
And she also felt even sweeter than just now!
She turned on her phone and began to search for recipes on the Internet.
She had not cooked for a long ti and felt unfamiliar with cooking now.
She needed to think about what dishes to cook.
The next day.
Yvette left the company after she finished her work in the morning.
She observed for three days and was sure that no one was following her.
But she still asked the driver to drive back, pretending that she was going ho.
She drove herself and ca out through another underground exit.
She drove halfway according to the navigation.
Suddenly, the car made a loud bang sound!
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