After the divorce, he begged

“You guys head back to Rebecca’s Manor and wait for me,” Jeffrey told Rebecca. “Once I’ve got everything sorted out, I’ll come talk to you.”

“Okay,” Rebecca agreed without hesitation.

Jeffrey added, “I’ve already sent Victor to pick up Samuel. Don’t worry.”

“Sure,” Rebecca replied.

Jeffrey nodded, ruffled her hair, and then left.

Not long after he left, Gregory pulled up in a car to pick them up, greeting Rebecca and Jessica with his usual respectful manner. “Ms. Jensen, Ms. Scott, Mr. Hanson asked us to take you back to Rebecca’s Manor.”

The two of them got into the car together. They couldn’t help but replay everything that had just happened in their mind.

“If this whole mess was really set up, then I’m most likely the target…” Rebecca glanced at Jessica, guilt flickering in her eyes as she tried to apologize.

Jessica didn’t even let her finish. She said, “So what if they’re coming after you? If they know you’re my and still pull this kind of stunt, it means they think nothing of me.

“And if anyone dares disrespect me, I’ll fight them to the bitter end.”

A warm feeling blossomed in Rebecca’s chest, and she wanted to say something more.

“Alright, zip it already,” Jessica cut her off again.

“You two are really close,” Gregory remarked warmly from the driver’s seat.

friend

“Of course. We’ve been joined at the hip ever since we were kids,” Jessica declared without hesitation. Then, realizing Jeffrey hadn’t come back with them, she asked, “By the way, where’s Mr. Hanson?”

After something like this, she thought that Jeffrey should be here comforting Rebecca, just like he did when their car finally stopped.

“He’s asking the truck driver a few questions,” Gregory said, sidestepping the truth. He didn’t dare tell Rebecca what was really going on, worried he might scare her.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey was lounging in a scarcely occupied villa on the outskirts. On either side of him, two neat lines of bodyguards stood with military precision, while a middle–aged man–looking deceptively honest- faced him, sweating bullets.

Jeffrey locked eyes with the man, his aura so commanding it felt like the air itself had grown heavier.

The middle–aged man was practically shaking in his boots.

“Spill it. Who put you up to this?” Jeffrey leaned back on the couch, his tone lazy–yet somehow it froze the blood in the man’s veins.

The man blinked,

casual as he shot a look at his bodyguards.

sir!” the bodyguards replied

about. I’m just a truck driver. If I did anything to offend you, please,

remained silent, a sense of menace hung heavy in

truck driver was dragged off, farther and farther away, as an

his chest.

the terror on his face,

did the last blow last

“Why can’t you

one retorted, “Why is it always

one snorted. “Then let’s just do it together–one

first one said, “Fine, you

blood ran cold, eyes bulging

like it was no big deal. He thought, ‘Seriously? Aren’t we in a

driver cried out in panic, not caring about anything else anymore, just trying desperately to

“Murder is against the law! You’ve got money

kept dragging him away, while Jeffrey

his chest, his body going limp with terror. “Mr. Hanson!” he wailed

is sending you off to live a good life. Stop

totally cracked under the pressure. “It was Richard Jensen. He told me to trail a pink car with the plate ending in 186. I seriously

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to know, I’ll spill

skin.

at Jeffrey. Jeffrey just gave a tiny nod. Then they

that car?” Jeffrey leaned forward, fingers interlocked, the watch on his wrist gleaming

went ghostly pale. He

voice ice–cold. “If you mess

veins. He thought, ‘No… They’ll chop me

he shouted, desperate to tug at any scrap of

spill it,” Jeffrey reminded

truck driver became–until he finally cracked, blurting out everything. “I swear what I said

went cold

with something

me off easy. Said it was his own daughter in