Jackson's eyes widened suddenly.

Gabrielle poked his chest with her slender finger and asked, "Tell me. Do you love me? Hahaha, I know you love me. Alas, I am so attractive."

"I love you?" Jackson asked. He wasn't sure whether it was a kind of love. He didn't understand what love is, and he seldom thought about it before.

Jackson thought he was selfish, so he asked Gabrielle to be with her. However, when Gabrielle mentioned love, he seemed to understand it suddenly.

Gabrielle still held Jackson, her hands were on Jackson's chest, and from time to time, she muttered, "You must love me."

Jackson's heart beats fast. He would have held Gabrielle tight, but Gabrielle got out of his arms.

She was leaning against the window, half-drunk and asking, "Where are we going?"

Although Gabrielle was drunk, she had a good sense of direction.

Gabrielle looked down, finding there were a few houses with lights. The helicopter passed by the highest building in A Country, and they were heading for the West.

"Ancient Country."

"Uh-huh? Have I drunken? Jackson said that we are going to the Ancient Country? It is impossible," thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle pinched her thigh and couldn't help taking a sigh because of the pain. Then, he turned around and asked, "What did you say before?"

"Ancient Country. We're going to Ancient Country."

When Gabrielle heard the answer, she just slipped down from the chair, but Jackson immediately walked over and held her.

"Don't you go back to get engaged?"

"Delayed it."

"Well. You delayed it," Gabrielle nodded. "He will get engaged sooner or later. He just delayed it. Fine. I got it." thought Gabrielle.

Then Jackson put Gabrielle in the chair.

"Why do I feel I am faint?" thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle grinned silly, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Oliver, will you kill the man who leaked your secret."

Jackson kept silent, staring at Gabrielle for a while.

Soon, Hill came uneasily. He didn't plan to destroy the atmosphere, but he had an important event to report.

"Mr. Oliver."

Jackson frowned fiercely at Hill, "Don't you know the ropes?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just got a message that we found Mr. Meyer."

Avery was standing at the entrance of the opera house. From time to time, she talked with the bodyguard and got some information from him.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a fat woman's head appeared, "Why do you stand outside and talk with the bodyguard? I have been waiting for you."

Then she rudely dragged Avery in.

Avery took a sign. She was just brought into the opera house without explaining.

The opera house is relatively dim, with rows of seats in a staircase, and a large stage with red velvet curtains hanging on both sides.

In the center of the stage, several actors in dance costumes were rehearsing. They looked professional under the light with high-pitched volume and graceful dance.

The Director was sitting in the auditorium, the opposite the stage.

The Director and several assistants observed the rehearsal without noticing Avery.

The fat woman whispered as she dragged Avery, "After a while, show your script to the Director. Be a smart girl."

"The script?" thought Avery.

Avery glanced at the document that she got from Robert when she got out.

Evan had asked Robert to investigate the background of Maeve. It was the document about Maeve. As soon as she found it, she was delighted and planned to read it on her way to here.

This document recorded why Maeve killed herself.

It was a coincidence that Avery happened to meet the fat woman.

The fat woman thought Avery was a writer with a script on her hand.

Avery thought this document was not qualified to be called a script, though Maeve can be filmed. Therefore, Avery planned to remind the fat woman that she mistook her for a writer.

However, the fat woman interrupted her and shouted, "Director, someone comes here."

The Director turned to Avery and said angrily and casually, "You act like a famous writer. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Avery was silent.

The Director then added, "Show me your script quickly."

As the Director said, the fat woman immediately grabbed the document from Avery's hands.

"Hey!" Avery immediately got the script back and said, "Why do you grab my script? You understood me."

However, the Director and the fat man ignored her. The Director had gotten the document.

He leafed through the document and made a loud noise, which was louder than the background music.

The Director leafed through the document fast and scratched Avery. A bloody scar left. Finally, he threw the document to Avery's face.

"What the hell is it?" the Director was furious. They had been waiting for a long time, but it was not a good script for him.

Avery looked at the script which had been scattered here and there. She wiped her wound with his fingers and then saw the blood.

"Is it qualified to be called the script? You dare to fool me?"

"Director. Don't be angry. The writer felt bad, so he introduced this woman. But we didn't know she can't write a good script. I'm sorry. Don't be angry. I must punish her."

Then the fat woman raised her hands and was going to slap Avery across the face.

Avery turned around and dodged, "You misunderstood. I am not the one you want to find."

"Why do you deny it?" the fat woman grabbed Avery's waist.

"Hold on," Avery raised her hand and stopped the fat woman, "Give me half an hour."

The fat woman was silent.

"I can edit this into a good script," Avery claimed.

"Are you kidding me? Half an hour? Can you? Do you think you can fool us as if we were monkeys?"

"I am serious. But I have a request. If you love the script, at the Yama Thorn Bug Festival, I will designate actors and actresses to make a play based on my script. Do you agree?"

Avery had consulted a doctor whether Maeve changed another to be her dream lover. The doctor gave an affirmative answer.

Since Maeve loves opera, Avery wanted to let Maeve love another man through the opera.