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
Jenna spoke, “None of us here has type A blood, please check inside the blood bank.” “If there’s anyone with type A blood, hurry up and send them in for a blood transfusion, Dr. Tennyson is losing his mind!” One of the nurses hurried to the end of the corridor and continued shouting to her colleagues, “Go to the blood bank and check how many bags of type A blood we have. The patient in operating room eight needs type A blood!” “Someone got into a car accident earlier this afternoon and needed type A blood. All of our type A blood storage has gone to that man and we’re empty on supply.” “Hurry up and come up with something, we’re running out of time!” Sebastian and his group heard the frantic conversation of the nurses but remained standing idly the entire time. There was an amused squint inside Jacqueline’s eyes. It was as if she was waiting to see what would happen next. Meanwhile, Jenna could feel her hands and feet throbbing with cold. She was aware that a cereb
Jenna took a sharp breath and asked, “How unlikely are we talking?” “Very unlikely…” Jacob answered in place of the doctor. Unlike his usual nonchalant tone, his voice now sounded choked up. “He might be stuck in a hospital bed for the rest of his life.” Which meant…he was in a vegetative state? Jenna knew that Jacob tended to like joking around, but he would not joke about something as serious as this. Upon hearing this, Sebastian hardly reacted and seemed as indifferent as usual. However, Jenna could see the two of the men standing behind Sebastian cracking a faint smirk. Soon, several nurses stepped out of the operating room pushing a stretcher. Thick layers of gauze were wrapped around the head and the bare shoulders of the man lying on the stretcher. His eyes were tightly shut and the color was drained out of his face. There was no longer any sign of his past powerful presence. They had a respirator strapped on him and he looked like a patient who was going to