Jessica was no longer the beloved girl from the Clifford family. But she was used to talking like one. So she said "as long as" and it was a strong phrase. But she didn't realize it.

However, as far as James was concerned, it showed how strong Jessica determined to leave him.

Three times.

Within the half-hour, after James returned, Jessica told him three times to let her go.

Jessica said she wanted to leave multiple times, which pushed him on the edge of irritation. It would explode at any time.

However, what was more powerful was the way Jessica said, "sex slave." It was both embarrassing and interesting, which made James's anger go away. He couldn't help teasing her.

James thought with changing any looks. His eyes were deep and meaningful playful.

"Sex slave?" The way James said it was enchanting, "Where do you hear it?"

Jessica didn't know why James was interested in something else because she was talking about letting her go.

And Jessica was sick, and her memory was fading. Jamie Winter told her she lost some memory from the past. So she couldn't remember.

But it was one thing she didn't remember. James was also involved in it. Didn't he remember it?

Jessica squeezed the shirt with embarrassment. The outfit the maids brought over revealed her body too much. So she wore his shirt.

Jessica looked at the door. It was where the two younger maids left. James instantly understood something. So he had some questions for the maids.

James even began to look forward to the moment when reputed psychologists in the world invoked their memories through hypnosis.

That was right. Both James and Jessica would find their memories back.

James's fingertips slid on Jessica's tender cheek. It felt both warm and cold. James said, "You're a bit susceptible, aren't you? You take whatever they say for real, huh?"

Jessica didn't know how to answer it.

Jessica was easy to trust. Erin told her to give her back the bracelet if she drank with Mr. Winter and gave him good times. And she did because she believed Erin.

The maids told Jessica to address James Master because he bought her. She believed them too.

Jessica had no idea why.

"Ma..." Before Jessica finished the rest of "master," she changed another way to address James, seeing how cold his look turned. She said, "Mr. Moore, will you let go of me for a moment? I feel strangled."

James's look changed for one second. But he resumed his usual looks soon.

James liked it when he was close to Jessica, like only so he could genuinely sense he was related to her.

James held Jessica's waist with his arms tightly. She took one step back, and he held her more tightly. After several times, James couldn't help applying more force.

James suddenly let go of Jessica. She took steps back like a fish back in the water. She distanced herself from James like there were 1,000 miles apart.

Jessica stepped back until she felt something cold. It was a glass door, and it was locked. Jessica confirmed that after she came out of the shower.

James ordered, "Come to me" He stood where he was and put both hands in his pockets. His stance was condescending, and his look was noble. His voice was slightly cold, clean, and deep. But he gave Jessica no room to say no.

Jessica bit her lips. After weighing in pros and cons, she decided to compromise and come to James. Suddenly she heard the "bang" behind her back.

In the distance, fireworks were set off in the quiet night sky.

Jessica seemed to forget James ordered her to come over completely. Instead, she turned around and leaned on the glass door. She reached out and leaned against the window to grab the transient fireworks.

James asked, "Do you want to go out and watch fireworks?" His tone was pleasing like an adult who used candy to comfort kids.

Jessica didn't turn around. But she nodded.

James picked up his phone and inputted a series of codes. The door to the balcony was opened.

Jessica couldn't wait to rush out. She grabbed the iron fence. The shirt blew like the wind passed by. James watched her back like a kite flying unstably in the sky.

James was about to grab the kite when Jessica jumped out of the balcony...

***

The snow melted, and a thin layer of mist was on the dark green glass.

The higher one stands, the less endurable they are to coldness. In the office of the 36th floor, a man stood upright with one hand in his pocket. He stood in front of the window. Ivan Hill stood behind and reported calmly, "Our men have tried multiple times to get in touch with Charles. But the signals are all cut off. I suspect that Charles..."

Ivan paused. He couldn't muster up the courage to say "might be in danger in the Ancient Country."

Jackson ordered, "Send over a search party." His voice was arrogant and icy, saying, "And keep an eye out for the whereabouts of Evan."

Ivan understood it made sense to keep tabs on Evan. Charles hired assassins to go after Evan, but it backfired on himself. His whereabouts remained unknown. It was normal to go after Evan for more information.

Ivan paused before saying, "K's Clam asked about whoever leaked the news Evan was to be targeted..."

Jackson asked, "What do you think?"

Ivan lowered his head and kept sweating on the tip of his nose. Although Jackson asked him, it didn't mean he didn't know. On the night of the bet, Gabrielle was there too. And Avery was her sister. That made Evan her brother-in-law.

Gabrielle might have been the leak.

But Jackson wouldn't allow anybody to trace it back to Gabrielle. It was protecting her in a way.

However, whether Gabrielle was the leak or not, how would Jackson tell K's Clam?

One K's Clam that had power in both the illegal and legal world was nothing. But if several groups worked together against Jackson, he would be bound to get affected.

Ivan had to be worried about Jackson.

But Jackson seemed not to expect his answer. So Ivan said, "I'll do whatever you say, Sir."

Jackson looked outside the window again, "What's more?"

The last matter was finished. Ivan took out a pile of files, saying, "Sir, these are the scripts Gabrielle is interested in."

Jackson finally turned around and saw a thick pile of papers. He frowned, saying, "Are there so many?"

Did Gabrielle think of herself as a workaholic?

Jackson took them over and flipped through. Then he tossed them back to Ivan, saying, "No romantic scenes, no action scenes, and no kiss scenes..."

Ivan held the thick scripts, saying, "That's a NO to romantic and action films. How about a variety of TV shows?"

Jackson asked, "What are variety TV shows?"

Ivan sweat with shame. How could Jackson buy a building to open the entertainment business without knowing what variety shows were? What was more, there was only Gabrielle as the talent. What was he doing?

Ivan answered, "They are real-life TV shows."

Jackson asked, "Are there romantic scenes?"

Ivan answered, "It depends on the type. But most favor them because it draws the attention of the audience."

Jackson frowned, saying, "Get her documentary."

Ivan was speechless.

Seeing Ivan didn't leave, Jackson asked, "What's the problem?"

Ivan was drawing one script from the pile, he said, "Gabrielle likes this one and wants to shoot it."...