Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jens looked at Whitney, speechless. "Please use your brain when you're jealous. Who on earth could lay a finger on you on this planet?" Whitney chuckled and said, "You're quite right. There are not many people in the world who can beat someone like me."

Jenson cautiously said, "Then can I ask you for a favor?"

"What kind of favor?" Whitney asked.

Jenson said to her very carefully, "Help me save my Sis Thirteen."

Whitney's apricot eyes widened in an instant. "In your dreams. Those sisters of yours should all disappear and not ever come back."

Jenson said, "You and your foul mouth."

Whitney was extremely furious. She snorted and ignored Jenson.

Jenson moved his leg around. His injuries were indeed too serious to stand up. If he went to save Lil Thirteen in this state, he would be nothing but cannon fodder. Jenson had to use another method on Whitney. "All of my sisters are Areses, Ms. Cornelius. They're all my mother's adopted daughters as well. We're all truly just brothers and sisters."

Whitney was overjoyed. "Really?!"

Jenson nodded. "Why on earth would I lie?! Plus, my mom can't bear that many children even if she wanted to."

Whitney picked up the needle box on the table and said joyfully, "Since she's your sister, then she's my sister as well. I'll help you go save her."

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