Jenna uncaringly threw what remained of the bottle of wine on the table. Then, she swiped a glance at Tom. “Let's go.” Mario had gone out to ask for a uniform from the waiter. When he returned and witnessed the horrifying scene Jenna left behind, he was too stunned for words. Once he recovered, he was so ecstatic that he nearly started clapping. After he went out with the duo, he mused, “President Radcliff, you were such a boss back there!” She was the definition of a domineering businesswoman. “Well, I am his boss after all,” Jenna smirked. “I can't just watch silently as my employee gets pushed around by other people.” “Yes.” Mario nodded and turned to Tom, “Tom, don't you think you should also thank President Radcliff…?” Upon turning to Tom, Mario noticed that he had a tense frown and beads of sweat pooled around his forehead. His breathing was quite erratic as well. “Call an ambulance.” Tom shoved Mario to the side and staggered to the bathroom. Mario nearly
Jenna hesitated for a moment. Then, she approached the cubicle and said something to help divert Tom’s attention. “What’s your schedule for tomorrow anyway?” “I’m not working. I’ll just be revising my scripts at home.” His breathing seemed to have become more erratic. “Boss, sing me a song.” ‘How do you have so many demands?’ Jenna wanted to complain but managed to hold it in. After a while, she stated vainly, “I can't sing. I'm tone deaf.” “It doesn't matter. Just try to sound as close as you can to the original track.” Jenna could hear the struggle in the man's voice. After a few seconds, she reached for the phone inside her bag, turned on the music player, and sang along as best she could with the track. “Like a drizzle inside my heart… what a mysterious feeling… I couldn’t help but turn up to look at you… and yet you never let anything show…” She stumbled her way through the track with great effort and sang until her throat became parched. She rubbed at h
Jenna's first instinct was to refuse. However, she quickly remembered she still had something to ask Tom, so she accepted the offer. “How does some hot pot sound?” Tom agreed, going around and getting into the passenger seat. Mario had just driven over when he saw Tom getting into Jenna's car. He hurried out of his car and approached Tom’s side. “Tom, why are you sitting in President Radcliff's car?” “I want to thank the boss for helping me by treating her to some supper,” Tom explained. “Your car draws too much attention. Just park it here.” Mario hung his head low and murmured, “I suppose so.” He did not expect the producer they met just now to be wretched enough to lace the red wine with something else. If he had not happened to stumble into Jenna when he went outside, Tom would have been taken advantage of. He should certainly treat President Radcliff to a meal. With that, Mario ran to the valet in front of the club and handed the valet the car keys. When he
Soon, the waiter returned with the hot pot and other dishes. Just as the broth started to boil, Mario finally arrived after taking a taxi. As soon as he pulled a chair and sat down, his eyes scanned across all the dishes on the table. “Tom, avoid potatoes, fried tofu, and grilled pork. Eat more beef.” Tom glanced at him. “How about I just not eat at all? I’ll just watch you eat while I drink, yeah?” “That wouldn’t work, either.” Mario chuckled, “It’s just that fried tofu contains too many calories. You need to fly to North City for a shoot in a few days. We can’t have you gaining weight. Speaking of that, don't drink tea, either.” Mario grabbed the tea cup from Tom and swapped it with a herbal tea he bought on the way. “Have herbal tea instead. It helps relieve tiredness and increase the quality of your sleep.” “Here you go, President Radcliff. I got one for you as well.” He produced another cup from his bag and handed it to Jenna. “Thank you.” Jenna took the herba
Mario glanced at the Rolls-Royce. He reckoned there was only a handful of people driving this model in Hevedburgh. It seemed familiar. When he recognized the driver, he immediately called out, “Hey, Sam!” After Mario joined the company, he had been to the studio a few times and was acquainted with Sam. A while ago, Sam had driven him to a certain event. He recalled that it was the same car as this one. That explained why he thought the car looked familiar! Sam nodded and glanced at the man beside Mario before asking, “Didn’t you drive?” “I did, but I came here afterward to eat with President Radcliff. My car is still parked at Club YL." Mario scratched his head and continued, “But Tom says he’s getting tired. So, I think I’ll just get him a taxi and send him home instead of going back to the club to collect the car.” “No need for a taxi. I'll send you home.” Sam offered while unlocking the door, “I have time anyway.” “Alright. Thank you, Sam!” Mario was very gr
Sam shook his head and answered regretfully, “No…” As if fearing to disappoint Tom, he quickly added, “Hey now, the world is a big place, and we haven’t even been searching that long. No need to worry, even if we can't find it yet. You’re going to draw their attention if you start panicking now.” “Anyway, sir, you sure are a good actor.” He jested, “If you had not inherited your family business back then and instead went down the acting route, you would be famous by now.” “Is that supposed to be something worth celebrating?” Tom shot a displeased look at Sam. “It's certainly not.” Sam chuckled before going back to serious topics, “Dr. Mills just called me in the afternoon. He says it’s about time you swaped your medicine. It just so happens that you have a shoot scheduled in Frohnier on the sixth next month, so I made an appointment with the doctor on the eighth.” “Alright,” Tom grunted calmly and threw the unfinished half of the cigarette into the ashtray. … The
Shawn was just about to say something to protest, but Jenna quickly stopped him. “If you don't do as I say, I will go to Seabright Group this afternoon and tell the shareholders to get ready to elect a new president.” Since Jenna was now threatening him, he had no choice but to yield. After Damian left, Jenna stayed with Shawn in the ward and told him about her encounter with producer Roxanne at the club last night. Shawn told her not to worry and assured her that the producer could not possibly start anything worthwhile. “Jen, don’t concern yourself about something like this next time.” Shawn adjusted his glasses and expressed vaguely. “I know about the actor you’re talking about. He is not new to this. Since he agreed to have dinner with that producer last night, he should know exactly what he’s signing up for.” Jenna seemed taken aback by this but suddenly understood. Still, she felt like she had to defend him. “Before Tom signed to Hibiscus Studio, he was signe
After driving out of the hospital, Jenna glanced in the rearview mirror at the man in the back seat. He wore a black short-sleeve shirt, and she could see the black choker on his neck. She asked out of curiosity, “Why do you always like to wear that choker? As a fashion statement?” “No.” Tom answered, “It’s to cover the scar on my neck.” “What kind of scar? How did you get it on your neck?" Jenna grew more curious. She suddenly remembered something and glanced at the man in the rearview mirror again. “I saw on the news that after you lost the lawsuit with your ex-girlfriend, you became very dejected for a while and seemed to have gotten depressed. “You couldn't get over what happened and turned to self-harm. Is that what happened?” “Yes.” Tom reached behind his neck and seemed like he was going to undo the choker. “Do you want to see the scars?” “Don’t.” Jenna quickly stopped him. She said sheepishly, “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking just now. I didn’t mean to get you
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