Chapter 12

See, they were really turning on her now! She knew it, she should not have tried to help Susie!

Jane regretted everything now.

“Hey, I was asking you a question, cleaner lady.”

Jane had no choice but to force a nod.

That cocky voice laughed cheerily, addressing Susie with, “Did you hear that? Even a cleaner can read the room better than you. She knows better.” With that, he picked up the bottle and slammed it onto the table. “Drain it all, or call Alora Smith here.” Alora Smith was the interviewer who had accepted Jane into the club.

The mention of Alora scared Susie a little. The Thompsons were poor, and Susie was working here at East Emperor because they paid well. If they actually summoned Alora, she could kiss her job goodbye.

“Don’t call Alora!” Susie grabbed the bottle of wine from the crystal table. “I’ll drink it!” Her tears began to spill before she even started drinking.

“Wait up.” A deep voice spoke slowly from the shadows. Jane’s back was turned against this dark corner, but her body began to shake violently and involuntarily the moment she heard that voice.

Terror crept into her eyes, and her breathing grew labored.

“Turn around,” the voice commanded in the darkness.

Jane’s legs were as heavy as lead, and she did not move, constantly telling herself, ‘He’s not talking to me.’

“I’ll say it one more time. Turn around. Cleaner. Lady.”

“Gasp…” Jane felt like she had been punched in the heart, but she knew she had to do as he said. Her teeth chattered, and she turned around stiffly, wrapped up in all those bulky clothes.

The atmosphere was extremely odd. Everyone could tell that something was amiss now.

The cocky young master pressed his fingers to his lips and blew a joyful whistle. “This will be fun.”

One of the men on the couch barked, “Shut up, Ray. Don’t interrupt the show.”

“Well, screw you, Elior White. You’re bad to the bone.”

Jane’s eyes were overflowing with fear. She wanted to run away from here!

She had spent three days in jail; that was 1,095 days in a living hell. After she crawled out of that bottomless abyss, she did not even dare to have any romantic hopes for Sean Stewart anymore. All she felt for this man now was a bone-deep terror and fear.

Even if she had any other feelings of love or admiration for this man, she had long since buried them deep in her heart, where the sun would never reach.

“Raise your head.” That slow voice ordered her, and Jane moved according to his every word like a puppet.

It was dimly-lit in here, and that man was hiding in a dark corner. She did not dare to look around when she entered the room, so it was no wonder she did not see him.

Sean Stewart was sitting on a couch in the corner like a king, his long and slender arms resting on the sides of the couch. He rested his chin on the backs of his hands, elegant and gentlemanly, but his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses stared at her like those of a hungry wolf, ready to pounce and rip her to shreds at any time.

Three years had not dulled any of his brilliance at all. Instead, the passage of time had only polished him, made him even more dazzling.

That face was slightly obscured in the dim lighting, as though covered by a layer of golden light. He just sat there, emanating a mesmerizing aura.

Even so… she did not dare to even look at him! She just desperately tried to bury her face in the thick clothes over her chest.

“Pfft.” Sean snorted, cold amusement in his eyes as he spoke dangerously, “It’s been a while. What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to greet me?”

Jane was deathly pale. “Mr. Stewart.”

Jane tried her best to force down the terror in her chest. Her fingers dug deep into her thigh, and she forced herself to look calm on the surface.

However, the man on the couch could easily see through her every move.

Sean narrowed his eyes and appraised Jane… If he had not bumped into her here at East Emperor, he would almost have forgotten that she even existed.