"Woo—"

Gabrielle made a muffled sound, keeping blinking so that she can see who that man was. It was horrible. She was afraid that she would be raped and killed but didn't even know who the killer was.

Gabrielle tried to open her eyes wider to see the man.

"Is the power loss? Or the killer cut off the power?" Gabrielle thought to herself.

Gabrielle had a lot on her mind. All of a sudden, she poured hot juice forward and threw the popcorn out together.

Despite the fact that it was a kind of waste, Gabrielle believed that keeping alive was the most important thing.

It was completely dark. Gabrielle seemed to hear something broken and dropped on the ground, but the man still held Gabrielle tight.

Gabrielle rolled up her sleeves and pushed the man's hand away, but the man held her waist and tried to get in her pendulum.

Then the man quickly touched her breast and started to hold his breath. Gabrielle was forced to kneel on both sides of his thigh. Then she sat on the man's thigh and found who the man was according to his smell. Besides, there was a smell of orange.

"Why are you here?" Gabrielle asked.

"Oh my god. I just poured orange. Is he going to kill me?" Gabrielle thought to herself. She was terrified and hurriedly got a piece of paper towel to rub Jackson's clothes.

After a while, Gabrielle found that there was no juice on the paper towel. She was confused about where the juice spilled.

"On his head? Oh my god. I must be dead," Gabrielle thought to herself and stepped back. However, Jackson held her butt up and leaned on her.

"Put your hands in it. It is wet inside," Jackson said seriously, though it sounded like a sexual temptation.

Jackson had put her hands into his body.

Gabrielle's hands were a little cool but gentle. Her fingertips touched his abs with a piece of paper towel.

"Do you know what SpongeBob is?"

Gabrielle suddenly recalled what kind of movie she was going to see today.

Jackson pressed her hand and said, "As soon as the sponge absorbs water, it becomes larger."

Gabrielle now realized that Jackson was flirting with her.

"What an asshole!" Gabrielle thought to herself.

"Mr. Oliver, the SpongeBob is going to start," Gabrielle reminded him seriously.

"My SpongeBob is also going to start to be bigger."

"What a guy! I must call the police and take him away," Gabrielle thought to herself.

But Jackson had pressed her thigh and got in her body.

One hour later, they had finished. Gabrielle regained her consciousness and heard the sound from the screen.

"Tell me some more secrets!" Patrick said.

SpongeBob, "Okay. I love my job at the Krusty Krab. I sleep with my shoes on. I like jelly on both sides of my toast. I've got an overdue library book. I think jellyfish and bubble-blowing are the…overbite. I've never been late for work; I've said the word 'fancy' in conversation, I like to dance to loading zone announcements, I still don't have my driver's license. I'm a little bit on the short side. And I'm wearing three pairs of underwear, right not."

Gabrielle then said, "Mr. Oliver, let's share secrets,"

"I know you everything," Jackson answered.

"I have no secrets? Everyone gets secrets," Gabrielle laughed embarrassedly.

"So, how about you?" Gabrielle looked at Jackson's eyes with the blue light on the screen as she kept touching his chest. She saw there were a few scars on his chest. They seemed like gunshot wounds.

"He has many secrets that I don't know," Gabrielle thought to herself.

Jackson looked cool and said coldly, "Would you like to be fucked again?"

"Forget about it," Gabrielle covered his mouth with one hand.

"Uh. I don't want to know either. Jackson is just a guy who works for gambling and sexual business. If I am with him, I will be dangerous, too," Gabrielle thought to herself.

At that time, As the ending song of the film sounded, the light in the hall was also on. When Hill walked into the hall, he was surprised to see that Gabrielle sat on Mr. Oliver's thigh. Hill almost stumbled and fell.

Hill pretended to look at the other side while walking forward, "Mr. Oliver, Miss. Gibson is already there."

"Get off," Jackson patted Gabrielle's butt and said.

Gabrielle was glad to jump down from his thigh.

"Miss. Gibson comes here to catch you or help you?" Gabrielle asked, fluttering her big eyes, which made Hill astonished.

Mr. Oliver patted Gabrielle's head and said, "Don't laugh at Hill. I got to go. After a while, someone will take you home."

Gabrielle's face turned red. She picked up a piece of towel paper and waved it, saying, "Mr. Oliver, thank you. Have a good day."

Hearing that, Hill was almost choked by his saliva.

Jackson grabbed the towel paper and put it into his pocket, saying, "Be a good girl."

Then he walked away.

Gabrielle made a grimace at Jackson's back. The phone in his shirt's pocket rang.

Here is a message, "There is a business. Do you wanna make a deal?"

Gabrielle became serious. She was going to send a message back, but another message came out, "A large sum of money."

Gabrielle then deleted what she had texted and texted a message back immediately, "Okay."

The economic summit had attracted most of the attention around the world. As the host, the security defense became more strict after the terrorist attack.

But it seemed that it was so calm and peaceful right before the storm hit.

There was a woman who had gray hair wearing a red cheongsam and a white mink shawl and leaning enchantingly against the door.

She seemed to like to be more than 40 years old but looked beautiful still.

The woman held a cigarette between her fingers. As she spoke something, smoke blew out from her mouth.

A maid was standing beside her, holding a phone. You can hear it from the microphone.

The woman smoked and smiled coldly, "Uh. The blades. The blades can't hurt her."

"What is your idea? Madam?" A man asked.