Chapter 11

Grayson, Catherine, and Aria looked at each other at a loss.

Catherine wanted to curse, but Grayson stopped her. “Enough. That man may be an ex-convict too! There are all kinds of people in jail. Who knows what he was in jail for.”

Catherine paused for a moment before saying uneasily, “Are we going to leave this matter alone?”

After a moment of hesitation, Grayson said, “We’ll see. If Heiden does pursue Aria on this, we’ll think of something.” Grayson did not have the guts to go back in and challenge that man again.

Aria stood beside them, deep in thought the whole time. She wondered if the man earlier was really an ex-convict. She had been unable to see his face clearly as his bangs were covering his eyes. Even so, she could tell that he was charming.

For some reason, she found that Jackson’s figure looked inexplicably familiar. It was as if she had seen him somewhere before. Could he be someone from the entertainment industry?

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Meanwhile, Serenity looked at Jackson, who was in the room with her, and thanked him.

“Thank you.”

If Jack had not come back, her father would have hurt her.

are you thanking me for? Helping you is the right thing to do.” Jackson glanced at her ankle and said, “Your ankle hasn’t healed. I’ll help by rubbing it with

safflower oil, rubbed some on her

as she asked nervously, “Aren’t you going to ask me about earlier? About what those people were doing

to say it, I won’t ask,” he said.

people are my father, stepmother,

to ask?” She knew Jack must have overheard her father’s

Then, he looked up at Serenity. “What do you want me to ask?”

eyes reflected a strange tranquillity in

prison for three years, and I only just got out of prison not long ago. I was charged with causing death

people’s opinions of her had changed upon finding out that she had been in prison. Those who knew her history were

be the same. At this moment, she felt like

that so?” Jack answered lightly and concentrated on her

eyes and wondered if

said, I’ll call you Sis. We’ll take care of each other, and

because of his words.

the glint that flashed across his eyes at

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she could not relate him to the homeless guy her friend

cotton shirt, pants, and sneakers. Although he was wearing just plain street goods, his attire did not feel cheap because of

face. His eyes were covered by his bangs, but even

eyes were more striking than the idol stars she knew, and he had delicate features, even speaking with a perfect accent.

Lisa wonder if he was truly a

asked surreptitiously, “Are you sure he’s really a homeless guy? Does he really have no place to live? He could be a star or a model with his good

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