After a long while, he finally pulled off his tie to wrap it around his bleeding hand. He walked to his desk and made an internal call. “Ask a janitor to come clean up my office.”After lunch, Jenna sent Shawn and his assistant off.As she pressed the button in the lift to go down, she asked Shawn, “Do you have a trusted friend in Portica?”“A few.” Shawn raised his head and looked at her from the mirror in the lift. “What are you thinking?”“Isn’t the Langham family hiring servants?” Jenna put her hand back in her pocket. “Ask your friend to look for a few local hires through a housekeeping agency. They should be in their forties with many children but from disadvantaged backgrounds.”Her brows were slightly raised, emitting a hint of assertiveness. Shawn’s heart started thumping with just a glance. “I will make a call once I return and ask my contact in Portica to arrange it quickly.” He knew all of Jenna’s plan from a single sentence.Fortunately, he was still of use to her.
Jenna sat down next to Quinn and waited for him to reach over so she could undo the tie for him. That was when she saw his hand covered in dried blood. There were bits of flesh hanging onto his palm and his wrist. It must have been from the glass cutting him. She only took a glance at the damage before reaching for the bottle of iodophor in the medicine box to disinfect his wound. She then cleaned the blood caked around his fingers. Quinn looked down briefly at the girl busy attending to his wounds. He could see her fair and white neck peeking through the collar of her shirt. He asked faintly, “Why were you having lunch with Shawn?” “Wasn’t your secretary the one who told him to eat at the Elysian Group building before leaving?” Jenna said without looking up, “He bumped into me at the restaurant and approached me. You’re not expecting me to just ignore him and walk away, are you?” Quinn sneered. "Why can’t you?” “He's here to talk to you about business.” Jenna
The Jenna in the past always hung a bright smile on her face and never had reservations about talking to him. There was always a coquettish look in her eyes whenever she looked at him as if she was always flirting with him. Things had changed now and it seemed like she was always wearing a mask. She concealed herself from others and him as well. ... Even after Jenna left the office, her mood did not seem affected at all. She went back to her tasks and stayed busy all afternoon. She was prudent with her time even when she was taking a sip of water. When it was about time to finish up, her colleagues went around asking if there was anyone who did not drive and needed a ride. It occurred to her that the Pagani drew too much attention. In the past whenever she came to work with Shawn, they would drive into the underground garage. That way, hardly anyone in the company knew that it was her car. When her colleagues mentioned that they needed a ride from her, she immed
Jenna’s instincts told her she could not stop the car. If she did, it would be all over. She told herself to stay calm and quickly swerved to the side to avoid ramming into another car stopped at the red light. After swerving past the car, she turned the steering wheel to the right and frightfully merged into an adjacent road. She swerved the car to the edge of the road. She wanted to use the friction of the tire against the sidewalk to slow down the car. As soon as the tire of the car made contact with the sidewalk lining the side of the road, she heard another 'beep'. She looked up and saw a bobblehead doll that had been strapped to the car window without her noticing it previously. The doll was holding a clock. When the tire began grinding against the sidewalk and started to slow down, she noticed the bright red digits on the clock counting down faster. Now that the car had slowed down significantly, her first thought was to unbuckle the seat belt and escape from t
Quinn gulped when he heard Jenna telling him what sounded like her last words. He responded, “If you want revenge, you should do it yourself. Just wait for me, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Just drive carefully.” In the middle of his sentence, he realized he could not even hear Jenna's breathing anymore. He looked at the phone and noticed that the call had been disconnected. Judging by the sudden disconnection, he wagered that her phone must have run out of battery. He cursed vehemently before getting to his vehicle. He did not even bother to fasten his seat belt before he stomped on the gas pedal and shot off like a bolt of lightning. He called Sam immediately. Meanwhile, upon hearing Quinn’s voice cut off, Jenna thought that Quinn could not make up his mind in the end. She chuckled sarcastically to herself and thought about how he would rather choose Ivy rather than her child. She suddenly pitied the baby who was going to be born as Quinn’s child in the future. O
The force of the explosion almost launched Quinn across the air. He used all his strength to run toward Jenna. Just as he was throwing himself toward her, a piece of metal shot out of the fire and pieced into the back of his head. He threw Jenna to the ground with a muffled grunt. He made sure to protect the back of her head with his palm to prevent her from hitting the ground with her head and causing further damage. Jenna's right ear was buzzing from the explosion. She could hardly hear anything. Her head was buried in Quinn's arms. His smell filled her nostrils and it was mixed with a faint smell of blood. When she managed to wriggle out of his arms, she saw Quinn wearing a tight frown and visibly enduring some sort of pain. His face had gone pale white by this point and blood was slowly trickling down his hair, dripping onto her face. "Quinn, are you hurt? Where?” Jenna cried out. His blood even dripped into her eyes, blurring her vision. She wiped the blood
Blood continued to creep down the man’s hair and his cheeks. The white surface of the stretcher was colored crimson red. The air was thick with the smell of blood. The previous nurse looked at the man lying on the stretcher, then turned anxiously to Jenna. “Look at the patient, there’s a sheet of metal pierced into the back of his skull and he’s bleeding out as we speak. If we don't rush him to surgery right now, it’ll be over for him. Are you going to watch as he dies?” Jenna took one of Quinn’s hands and could feel his temperature continue to drop. Even she knew that he was fading away as they spoke. Despite that, she continued to root herself to the ground with the same blank expression. She would not listen to the nurse. A few minutes later, Jacob rushed to the scene. There was a group of doctors and nurses running behind him. Upon approaching and noticing Quinn on the stretcher, he immediately wiped away the trace of a smile on his face. He instructed his team to
Jenna narrowed her eyes and formed a theory in her mind. She was the one who requested Sam to get her the Mercedes. Some other party must have assumed that she was going to go somewhere with Quinn and proceeded to tamper with the car while it was parked inside the parking lot. There was not a single car on the road when she was driving but they somehow picked up on the news as soon as something happened to Quinn. This suggested that they had been spying from the dark the entire time. As soon as Quinn arrived at the hospital, they rushed over so they could be the first to know if he happened to die. They were probably responsible for the news spreading so quickly as well. Jenna was also born into a wealthy family, but her father did not have many siblings. After his father got married, she was the only daughter. She had never seen any family squabbles as a child. Sometimes, she heard stories about the internal conflict of wealthy families with a history spanning centuries
While eating, Carina asked Jenna, “You went on a business trip with Quinn, didn’t you? Where is he?” “Daddy is busy making money so he can buy me a castle!” Duo chirped joyfully. Upon hearing Duo, Carina thought to herself, ‘Oh, dear, forget about a castle, your father could buy you a small nation if you wanted to. Besides, even your uncle is rich enough to buy you a castle made of diamond!’ She soon noticed the dark look in Jenna’s eyes and quickly caught on to something. With that, she stopped probing and switched to another topic. While they were busy eating, the housemaid stepped into the house with a large haul of shopping bags. She then proceeded to the dining table to inform Carina, “Madam, these are the clothes and toys that Mr. Tennyson bought for the young miss…” "Throw them out!” Carina harshly cut off the housemaid’s sentence. The servant obliged and took everything away. Jenna pointed out. “Haven’t Triss explained the situation to you? She was just dru
Shawn assumed that Quinn would only be gone for a while to take care of some of the matters that came up during the period of his false death. He certainly did not expect Quinn to completely vanish without telling anyone. Shawn may be a smart man, but there were no clues whatsoever that he could follow to trace Quinn and what he was up to. Jenna seemed disappointed to hear this. After a while, she suddenly brought up. “What if Agnes asked to see him and set up a trap…” “No.” Shawn could tell that Jenna was already thinking about the worst-case scenario and quickly assured her. “Quinn is far more capable than you think he is.” From the moment Quinn faked his own death and upon learning about Quinn’s close dealings with the Faulkners, Shawn realized that intelligence was not the only remarkable trait Quinn possessed. He was also very calculative, there were not many people who could match him in this regard. After that, he took Jenna to Carina's house to see the children.
The bodyguard finally snapped back to his senses and quickly went to make the appropriate arrangements. Despite Xavier’s claims, Jenna understood just the sort of person he was. He was stubborn and vicious, he would not simply let her go that easily. She dialed up her alertness and continued holding the knife to his neck. After a while, she caught a scent of the pungent, iron smell of blood. The blood trickling down Xavier’s stomach had dyed his shirt red. The blood dripped onto the ground and formed a small puddle. She started to panic and wanted to instruct the other bodyguard to get some bandages and attend to Xavier. However, she noticed how composed the bodyguard seemed and deemed that he was waiting for an opening to seize the knife from her. With that, she discarded the thought of attending to Xavier’s wound. The helicopter arrived very shortly after that. Jenna led Xavier out of the villa and approached the helipad. At last, she removed the knife from his n
Around half past seven in the evening, Xavier returned to the villa in a rather good mood. He took a serving of delicious dinner from the housemaid and went upstairs to bring it to Jenna. “Sir.” The bodyguard greeted Xavier upon noting his return. Then, they proceeded to unlock the door with the key. Xavier did not seem to be in any particular rush to open the door. Instead, he turned to the bodyguards and sent them away in an unusually gentle voice. “You two, get something to eat. I’m fine by myself.” They nodded and went downstairs. They were aware that Jenna had not eaten much lately so she was physically weak. Besides, the boss was more than capable of subduing her by himself, so they were not worried about her running off. Xavier opened the door. To his surprise, the room was engulfed in darkness. Before he could react, he heard a rush of footsteps quickly approaching him. It was then when he felt a jab of pain around his abdomen, then he was tackled. He d
Xavier leaned over to get a closer look at Jenna, then murmured, “You are right, I have lost my mind in trying to claim you for myself. I’m going to lock you inside this room forever. I’ll never be lonely again with you by my side.” “You're insane!” Jenna lashed out. She ran toward the door while Xavier was distracted. She twisted the door handle as hard as she could but failed to open it still. Xavier sat at the table with his legs nonchalantly folded. He eyed her coyly and offered casually. “Come on and eat, otherwise you won't even have enough strength to run to the door tomorrow.” Jenna approached the table, then she grabbed the plate, and threw it at him. “Scram!” The sauce of the spaghetti soaked through his shirt and strands of noodles grossly clung to his skin. Despite his humiliated state, he did not seem the slightest bit bothered. “If you waste the food, you’re going to have to starve until tomorrow morning.” “Scram!” Jenna howled at him again. Xavier ha
Jenna hung up and approached the French windows prudently. She noticed that even the sliding doors were locked shut. The French windows were bulletproof and there was no way she could break them even if she had a gun. She was going to slip away when the housemaid opened the door to bring her breakfast. Unexpectedly, it was not only the housemaid who showed up to bring her breakfast. Two large bodyguards came as well. They were the same ones who were assigned to her in Hevedburgh and they had cut off her path of freedom. The housemaid set the breakfast on the table and bowed politely at Jenna. “Miss Jenna, please use the landline to call me if you need anything.” Jenna grimaced faintly and only chuckled wryly in response. There were no phones or computers in the room, and her contact with the outside world was completely cut off. The landline phone only allowed her to call downstairs. She wondered if Quinn knew that Xavier had brought her to Dresark… She had a nagg
Jenna looked on without much sympathy as Diana died in Connor's arms. She had already heard about Diana's past from Xavier. She grew up in a slum, dirt poor, and without anyone to support her. The circumstances of her birth made her grow into someone who would resort to anything if it meant she could climb her way up. It was certainly pitiful, but she had no sympathy for Diana at all. If Diana had not done what she did to Carina and did not kill Millie, perhaps Jenna would simply let it slide. Shawn no longer paid attention to those two on the floor. He pushed the chair away and got up. “I’ll ask Sam to take Percival and Duo out later, we’re going to Golden Elegance to eat something. I don’t have anything planned this evening so we can bring them out for some playtime after that.” Jenna nodded, then she grabbed her bag and left the cafe with Shawn. As soon as the two of them reached the roadside, a Ghost suddenly screeched to a stop in front of them. The rear door
“I love her.” Connor spoke with a determined look in his eyes, “She made a lot of mistakes in the past and even killed people, I’m not going to excuse that. However, I am willing to bear the consequences with her.” Jenna was floored to hear this. Diana must be unbelievably lucky to meet someone who would still love her so deeply after all the things she had done. She spoke without sympathy, “I’ll give you the antidote if you can tell her to bring Millie back to life. Also, she nearly sent my friend into a lifelong coma and I haven’t settled the score with her yet.” How could the dead ever be resurrected? Connor was aware that Jenna would never give him the antidote. He turned to Shawn with a solemn look and pleaded again. “I will pay for Millie’s life with my own. Please give Diana a chance.” Connor was not a fool, he had a vague impression that Diana had been using him. However, there was nothing he could do about it at this point as he had fallen in love with her.
Connor realized that it was the drug taking effect again. He quickly pried Diana’s fingers away and hurried outside to find a doctor. After the doctor attended to Diana, he heaved a sigh of relief. “Please give her an anesthetic to put her to sleep.” Connor requested. He was worried that Diana would think of him again when she woke up and experience another severe attack that would kill her. The only solution was to put her to sleep. After that, he hired a caregiver to look after Diana. He did not know where Jenna was. With that, he asked for Jacob's phone number from the doctor and called Jacob first, “Hey Jacob, this is Connor. I am General Hale’s grandson.” “Oh, do you need something from me?” Jacob asked impatiently. “I know that East Mill Pharmaceutical must have developed a suitable antidote for the effects of Curb.emotion.” Connor gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Please sell me one of those antidotes.” Since he was aware of the drug and its ass