The faint scent of "food."
It was irresistible.
A smile couldn’t help but curl up at the corners of Jason’s mouth.
He, who had just finished his afternoon tea, definitely wouldn’t mind starting a formal dinner right away.
The old butler, having already passed by Jason, didn’t see his upturned lips as he carried out his duties.
The butler quickly walked up to the silver-white stretch car and knocked on the window.
Clang, clang.
"Sir, Mr. Jason has arrived," he said, following the knock.
"Hmm," ca the response, neither light nor heavy, and the car door opened a crack.
The butler promptly opened the car door and turned, gesturing to Jason with his hand.
"Please," he said.
Jason nodded and got directly into the car.
Just like the exterior suggested, the inside of the car was quite spacious. With Jason’s height and robust build, he could easily turn and sit comfortably even with his head bent forward.
Of course, what was more important was the luxury.
Leather seats, panoramic sunroof, with solid wood flooring underfoot; there was an aisle next to the seats, with rows of drinks placed there.
This didn’t look like the inside of a car at all, but rather a small room.
"Would you like a drink?" asked the owner of the car.
"Water," Jason replied, beginning to assess Emod, this unusually important figure before him.
Emod had a square face; his features were not handso, but he had quite a commanding presence. His hair and beard were thick and grood neatly. The man was sitting there in a white suit with an open jacket revealing a black shirt underneath, and his crossed legs displayed his black leather shoes.
Of course, what was most important was the faint aroma of "food."
Emod had recently co into contact with so kind of "food"!
What could it be?
Jason speculated, his gaze shifting to the man’s eyes.
It was the eyes that Jason was truly concerned about.
Because those seemingly smiling eyes had hidden a trace of malice just monts ago.
It was malice, not wariness.
Although fleeting, Jason was certain of it.
And because he was certain, he grew curious.
He was sure that it was their first eting.
Could it be... I knew him before?
Jason thought to himself.
He had no mory of the past, which made him feel constrained once again.
"Hello, Mr. Emod, have we t before?" Jason asked casually, taking the bottled water handed to him.
"No," he replied.
"This is our first eting," Emod said with a smile.
No?
Where did that malice co from?
Jason was puzzled internally, but Emod continued to speak.
"However, I’ve read your book ’Cross Street Stalker’."
"Hmm... quite realistic," he comnted after a mont’s thought.
Faced with such a comnt, Jason had no idea how to respond.
He had also read the book ’he’ wrote.
It had its brilliant monts, but there were also nurous mistakes. Objectively speaking, if the book could barely be classified as imaginative literature, indeed it was a stretch.
But, was it really he who wrote the book? Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire
That’s when things beca delicate.
There was a touch of embarrassnt and a hint of helplessness.
The next second, Jason offered a smile and said, "Thank you."
As a famous person once said, when you don’t know how to respond, just smile.
"No, no, no," Emod interjected.
"I’m not flattering you."
"I really an it."
Emod waved his hands, seemingly sincere in his words, but the important figure sat up straight suddenly, like a leopard ready to pounce, leaning forward.
"But that doesn’t an I’m used to being one of the characters inside it!" he said sharply.
"That imposter, that copycat made co here to hire you to investigate my wife’s infidelity."
"Ridiculous!"
"He’s chosen the wrong target," Emod said coldly.
At that mont, the smile had vanished from his face, replaced by sheer coldness.
A trace of murderous intent involuntarily showed itself.
Jason wasn’t surprised.
For soone like Emod, it was hard to guess what he had done to reach his current position.
However, one thing Jason was quite certain of.
That soone like Emod, to actually follow the "killer’s" arrangent and et him, must have been caught in so sort of blackmail by the "killer."
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with the "killer" at all.
Of course, that included Jason as well.
After a brief show of courtesy, Emod had already revealed his true nature hidden beneath the politeness.
It was a kind of disdain for ordinary people.
Jason quietly contemplated, which obviously led Emod to a misconception.
"I know you have nothing to do with him, and you’re also a victim," Emod said.
"But you’re a lucky guy."
"He’s angered , so I’ll take care of him."
"And you?"
"Just stay here and do nothing, just stay here, understand?"
Emod glared at Jason, articulating each word.
There was no room for doubt in his tone.
"No problem," Jason shrugged in response.
Of course, this was just an outward agreent.
Privately, Jason had already made plans.
If he didn’t mind being a passive ’observer’ before understanding the whole situation, when the ’food’ appeared, that kind of ’observation’ had changed.
It had beco getting involved!
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