When Jackson was walking over, Gabrielle managed to escape and found an aisle in the corridor. "I have to escape now. Otherwise, he must catch me and take me to take an examination," thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle then hurried to ask the girl who was next to her, "Hey, what's your name? I want to invite you to have dinner if I am free."

"My name is…" as soon as the girl said, Gabrielle had already rushed to another end of the aisle.

Jackson didn't chase, but staring at Gabrielle's back. It seemed that he was waiting for a good chance.

"Have an investigation," Jackson said to Hill.

"I indeed want to know which man can persuade Mr. President in such a short time," thought Jackson.

Half an hour later, however, Hill looked upset, walking toward Jackson, "Mr. Oliver, I can find nothing about Miss. Peters."

"Find nothing?" Jackson looked angry, wearing a bad expression, and gritted his teeth. Jackson couldn't help but thinking, "Fuck off. Is she stronger?"

And then Hill interrupted Jackson and reminded him, "Mr. Oliver, Miss. Gibson…"

Jackson glanced at Hill coldly and said, "Tell the mayor or my father to pick her up."

"Mr. Oliver, you had made the promise that…"

Jackson glared at Hill and interrupted, "Do you want to go there?"

Hill was shocked and soon realized that he made a mistake. So, he immediately answered, "No. No. I don't dare to do so."

Jackson glanced at Hill and then walked away.

Hill immediately chased. Then he plucked up the courage to ask, "Mr. Oliver, I'm sorry to interrupt. But would you want to get information from little Mr. Oliver?"

"Richard Oliver?"

"Your father loves the little Mr. Oliver the most. Moreover, he is a smart boy and loves Gabrielle. I suggest letting him have a try."

Jessica was angry at James.

She turned her back to James and scattered her hair on the white feather pillow.

"It is, of course, that Miss. Clifford is angry at me because she almost recalled everything. As an arrogant and tough man, she must punish me hard," thought Jackson.

However, Jackson looked peaceful, supporting his head with her elbows on the pillow. The pure white quilt covered his half body, showing his muscular chest and eight abdominal muscles.

Jessica still didn't turn back, so James played with her hair with patience and twined her fingers around again and again.

"I have her again," thought James. When James was thinking, the phone rang suddenly. James was unhappy and threw the phone on the ground. But the phone kept ringing. Jessica hated the noises and buried her head under the quilt.

But soon, Jessica lifted the quilt though she was naked. Anyway, they had made love, so Jessica felt all right, even if being naked.

However, Jessica was not willing to turn back, looking at James, so she picked up the clothes on the ground. When she picked up white lace underwear, but it became the cloth fragments.

Jessica bit her lips, and her whole face turned red because she recalled what happened last night.

Last night, as soon as she wore the clothes, James tore them into pieces within five seconds.

"What a violent man!" thought Jessica.

Jessica felt shameful and angry. She was so agitated that she threw the fragments on James's face.

James had trained before, so he immediately took the fragments. But Jessica was surprised to find that James put the cloth fragments near the tip of his nose and smelled it.

Jessica's face turned red and hot and thought, "Is James an evil or the king of the evil? Fine, no matter who he is, he is horrible," thought Jessica.

"Miss. Clifford, you look better if you take off your clothes," said James. His voice sounded hoarse. Probably he was too tired last night.

Jessica lowered her head, looking for her clothes. To her surprise, James's and her clothes entangled just like them.

James's clothes were complete and good, but Jessica's clothes were broken.

It was all broken.

"I don't want to hear your voice now," Jessica said angrily.

Soon, James kept silent.

Jessica covered the sensitive parts of her body with her arms, walking into the changeroom. She had searched for a long time but failed to find a woman's dress. This was James's bedroom, but all of Jessica's clothes were in her bedroom.

When Jessica just came here, James let her live alone because Jessica was still suffered mood swings because of the depression.

"How can I get back my bedroom like this? There were so many bodyguards outside," thought Jessica.

However, there were no clothes she could wear, so Jessica stepped back and got into the bathroom. There were only two bathrobes. A bathrobe was thrown on the ground casually, and another bathrobe was soaked into the bath because James made love again last night.

"I am going to be crazy! There is no bathrobe for me," thought Jessica.

Thus, Jessica went back and said to James, "Let a maid bring me a dress."

James shook his head and then pointed to his mouth.

Jessica was speechless and thought, "When I ask him to be quiet, he keeps silent. But when I ask him not to touch him, he indeed touched me. Why?"

Jessica pouted her lips. She didn't want to see James anymore. "What a bad man!" thought Jessica.

And then Jessica pressed the service bell. It was a bodyguard on the phone, so Jessica said, "Let a maid bring me a suit."

"This is the maids' day off."

"All the maids' day off?"

"Yes. Mr. Moore allowed them to take a month off."

Jessica turned back and stared at James, who looked innocent.

Hanging up the phone, Jessica picked up James's clothes, including his underwear from the carpet, and wore them.

James pursed his lips in sullen silence, looking at Jessica's back.

When he saw Jessica wearing his underwear, he felt excited because it meant their sex organs got close.

Jessica wouldn't have worn James's underwear, but she was used to wearing underwear when she needed to go out.

When Jessica got on the clothes, she glanced at James causally, finding he was excited.

Jessica was embarrassed, crossing her arms on her chest.

Since the white shirt that Jessica wore was a lightweight man's shirt, James could see her nipples through this shirt, and he kept her eyes on her nipples.

"Why is he so horny?"

Jessica immediately picked up James's coat, put on, and then opened the door. She planned to go back to her room and changed into her clothes.

However, when she opened her bedroom door, she was astonished. There were ragged clothes here and there, but it was obvious that someone cut them into pieces because the marks were neat.