Martin grunted silently, seemingly still anxious. Jenna could not stifle the urge to ask, “You don’t like dark places, do you?” “When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped.” Martin continued to lean against her back and said in an uncomfortable, trembling voice, “They threw me inside a large iron barrel. It was very hard to breathe inside… “I was kept locked inside for a very long time. Ever since then, I’ve had a trauma of iron barrels and never liked dark places.” Jenna remembered going to a restaurant to eat with Martin the day before yesterday. When they were taking the elevator, she remembered observing the way Martin suddenly grew tense and constantly stared at the elevator display panel. Lester had to keep talking to him to distract him. He must have developed claustrophobia since that traumatic experience. Jenna felt a sense of pity for him and comforted him gently, “That's all in the past now. I’m with you this time. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything ha
After the vicious charge, Jenna was knocked to the ground. Her right hand ached violently. The man tore at her clothes while laughing like a maniac. Bryce and his company were notorious for being evil. They may have promised to let them return home safely after taking the random. However, they did not provide any guarantees in any other aspects. Jenna recalled that the other daughter of the wealthy businessman who was once kidnapped had been raped during her captivity. Even the father could only grit his teeth and hold his tongue after discovering the fact upon his daughter’s return. He knew he could not risk incurring the group’s wrath and having his daughter targeted again. Jenna's hands were bound tightly, and her right hand was dislocated during the scuffle, making it impossible for her to struggle. When Martin witnessed this, he immediately rushed forward and tried to shove the man away with the force of his body. However, he was no match for the large man. He si
Martin turned to the man as well. “James.” His father’s bodyguards were employed by the Faulkners. So, it was no surprise to him that James managed to find him so quickly. Quinn grunted. He suddenly felt a swell of jealousy upon noting how Martin was still holding Jenna tightly. He approached and promptly pulled her away from Martin. “She hurt her hand. I'll take her to the hospital…” “Don't touch her!” Martin shoved his hand away with an angry snarl. He then removed his coat and wrapped it around Jenna before carefully carrying her in his arms. Noticing the tense expression on Quinn’s face, Jenna quickly shook her head and mouthed, “He thinks he’s killed someone. He’s not mentally stable right now.” Quinn glanced at the man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood. Upon realizing it was Martin who had protected Jenna just now, he chose to suppress the jealousy and anger boiling inside him and trailed after Martin. Even after arriving at the private hospi
“It’s me.” Quinn gently stroked the back of Jenna’s head to put her at ease. “Did I wake you?” “Yeah.” Jenna nuzzled into his arms and took in his scent. She hugged him tightly and shut her eyes again before suddenly wondering drowsily, “There are bodyguards outside. How did you get in?” “I climbed in through the window.” Jenna was stunned to hear this. She looked up and studied his expression illuminated by the moonlight. “This is the tenth floor. Are you crazy?” “I came in from the next room. There are supporting beams to climb on,” Quinn remarked. “Don’t do that next time. You could just call me.” Even if there were supporting beams, the thought of Quinn losing his balance and falling to his death worried her. Quinn nodded softly. Then, he lowered himself toward her and kissed her. His kiss was gentle, even if quick. Jenna could feel his fingers trembling as he caressed her cheek. She did not comment on it and lapped her hand around his neck to kiss him ba
Exhausted, Jenna only woke up past noon the next day. The bodyguards had entered the room once while she was sleeping. Noticing that she was still asleep, they did not disturb her. She remained nesting in the blanket as she sent a voice message to Quinn. “You scumbag, you’re just going to leave after hooking up?” “That’s a very crass way to put it.” Quinn replied, “I’m making breakfast at a kitchen somewhere near the hospital. Is there anything else you want?” Jenna was a glutton. “Scrambled eggs, beef sausage, grilled chicken…” “Just porridge is enough for you.” Quinn interrupted her, "You should only eat something light for now. We can have grilled chicken and everything else later on.” “Then why did you even bother asking me?” Jenna grumbled. She continued to sway the man with her charms. “Just add a sausage on top, please? The one you make is the most delicious thing in the world, and I haven’t had it in so long.” “Okay,” Quinn relented. Before hanging up
Jenna immediately turned to Quinn and asked severely, “Did you slip up?” “My trip here was kept top secret. Only the Brahms could possibly know about it.” Quinn was just as puzzled. He did not know why Triss somehow showed up. He was worried about Triss suddenly barging in. Within an instant, he put the surgeon’s mask on, sat in front of Jenna, and produced a pen and a notebook. Jenna was taken aback by his swift movements. She mused at how his acting skills were even better than when he was Tom. It seemed like he could tap into any character on a whim. Soon, the door to the ward kicked open, and Triss stormed in angrily. The two bodyguards followed after and expressed weakly, “I’m sorry, Miss Jenna. We couldn’t stop her…” They were hesitant to take any physical action against Triss. "If you can't stop her, leave it." Jenna waved them out before turning to Triss and asking dully, “What do you want from me?” Triss walked up to Jenna, her high heels clacking agai
Triss frowned. What Jenna said struck some sense in her, and she needed time to reel back from the shock. She had always been someone known for her magnetic charms. If she could not find James, so what? He could be easily replaced. There was no need for her to get so agitated about it. Why should she sabotage herself with alcohol just because he had been spending time with another woman? Besides, anyone in the entertainment industry who clung to her had to have their hearts corrupted by the prospect of wealth. “Yes, plenty of men out there.” She seemed to see some sense at last and declared with a sharp frown, “If anybody wants him, they can have him. Why do I care? He’s just a small-time actor.” She then ruffled her hair and turned to Jenna. “It doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with you. Why are you in the hospital? “Coco is hosting a dinner party in North City tonight, let's go together!” “Ms. Jenna needs to stay in the hospital.” Before Jenna could answer,
She cross-checked various sources to verify Madam Malone’s true identity. However, here was Stanley telling her she had the wrong person. Stanley affirmed, “I have very good hearing and would never lie to you. The voice of the lady in the recording you sent me sounded nothing like Madam Malone. I even recorded her voice. I’ll send it to you right now.” A minute later, Jenna received an audio recording, which she immediately played. Several women were chatting and laughing merrily in the audio clip. Although many voices mingled together, she quickly identified Agnes’ voice. It was an exact match to the voice in the previous video. She called Stanley again and asked, “Whose voice was that, then?” “Gregory Malone’s wife, Heather.” “Who is Gregory Malone?” Jenna asked in a confused voice, failing to catch what was said to her. Malone… The name sounded somewhat familiar. “There’s one Gregory Malone in all of Portica.” Stanley clued her in, “You should know who it is,