His Unveiled Passion

Stephen's expression darkened. "Of course, I will hand her over to the authorities. But before that, I will expel her from the Jacobson family and make her answer for what she has done."

His words were vague and didn't specify how he planned to deal with Jacqueline.

Tessa didn't press further.

Half an hour later, the Cullinan drove into an unfamiliar area and slowly came to a stop.

Tessa looked around in confusion. "Where is this?"

"This is my base. Jacqueline is being held here," Stephen explained.

Getting out of the car, Stephen took Tessa's hand. "Stay close to me. It's big inside, and I don't want you to get lost."

Tessa let him lead her, quickening her steps to keep up.

The winter night air was bitterly cold. Stephen slipped Tessa's hand into his coat pocket. The warmth of his palm spread to hers, easing the cold.

Earlier, the car had driven straight in and parked at the entrance of the main building. While in the car, Tessa had only caught a glimpse of the place, but seeing its interior clearly left her stunned.

ten at night, but there were still people training everywhere. Groups of people, under the command of

winter night, with temperatures hovering around 28 to 30 degrees Fahrenheit, many were dressed in thin clothing,

over six feet tall, and those who were bare-chested

bag. Tessa glanced around and saw a few who were decent-looking, but

are you looking at?" Stephen's voice came

averted her gaze. "It's my first time seeing people wearing vests in the dead of winter, so I was curious and looked a

explained indifferently, "Their training intensity keeps them

Tessa absentmindedly murmured, "Oh."

Good evening, Mrs. Jacobson!" Suddenly, a loud,

dispersed trainees had gathered in neat rows

coldly and remained

"Do

"Yes."

the crowd, "Resume your

sir!" The loud voices echoed

dispersed in an orderly manner and returned