Justin walked in with a stern face. He was not happy to see Jessica at all. Sitting in her chair, Jessica raised her eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Thomas, what do I owe you?" "It has only been a few months since we last met, yet you have already forgotten all the rules of the Thomas family. You didn't even serve me any coffee." Jessica chuckled when she heard what Justin said. "This place is not a café. If you want any coffee, you should go to Starbucks. There happens to be one nearby. Go downstairs, turn left, and walk 200 meters. You'll see it. Coffee is served there." "Jessica! You have no respect for your elders, and you have no proper manners at all. You have been disgracing the Thomas family out there. I'm gonna..." "Mr. Thomas, you seem to have forgotten that I've already divorced Lucas." Jessica's lips curled up when she spoke, yet her eyes weren't smiling at all. "This is my workplace. If you have nothing specific to say, please leave now. If you do, please say it bl
When Olivia's friend came to her senses, she asked the waiter to bring her a towel. The mango juice on Olivia's face flowed down her neck and soaked her sweater. Olivia stood there, looking extremely miserable. Only then did Jessica let go of her hand. "If you don't want to continue embarrassing yourself, I advise you to leave now." Olivia's eyes were red from anger, but looking at mango juice—sodden hair and clothes, she could only grit her teeth and leave with her friend. As soon as Olivia left, Hannah said, "What's wrong with her? Trying to throw juice on people's face?" Jessica had been through this many times in the past. She was quite familiar with Olivia's routine. Jessica glanced at Olivia and her friend and looked back at Hannah. "Who knows?" People at the next table filmed the whole thing. Jessica knew about it when she and Hannah were in the Mona club. The lights were dazzling and the music was deafening. Hannah took a look at her phone and chuckled. "Hey,
After getting Jessica's number, Keith returned to his seat. He gazed at the number on his phone. A girl next to him wanted to start a conversation with him, but Keith's cold face was saying no to her. Keith was at a class party. But he was dragged here, not of his own free will. Everybody could see it. Keith stared at the number on the phone for a while. He decided to send a message over. To Keith's surprise, he received a call just after he sent it. He got up and left the bar to take the call. "Hi, you haven't told me your name." "I don't know you are hitting on girls in the club. Good for you." Hearing the voice on the other side of the phone, Keith was thunderstruck. "Cousin Terry?" Terry snorted, "You recognize me! Tell me, which girl are you hitting on?" Then, Keith told Terry what had just happened in embarrassment. And he didn't forget to add in the end. "It's my first time asking for a girl's number." But he never knew that the number he got was his own co
Terry glanced at the man's slippers and frowned. "I was wondering if this man and Ms. Hall had a good relationship." Jessica smiled and turned to the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Davison." She hadn't expected Keith to call so soon. Terry took the cup. "It's okay. You're my future girlfriend, and I don't mind using my rights in advance." He paused for a moment. "Don't worry. It's okay. I'm even glad about it." Terry had his coffee and said he had to go. Jessica slumped back on the couch. She saw the door that Terry had closed and raised an eyebrow. A moment later, she walked into her room. Terry was actually a very genteel man. Jessica took a shower and sent a text message to Hannah. After that, she turned off the light and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, Jessica woke up before the alarm went off. The bedroom was pitch black. She glanced at the curtains and found it was still dark. It was not yet dawn. Jessic
Hannah sent a few more texts to Jessica, but Jessica didn't reply. The trending topic that Terry went to Jessica's place last night only existed for a few hours before it was deleted. However, many people saw it. The upper class people in LA were talking about whether Terry and Jessica were in a relationship or not. When it came to Jessica and Terry, Lucas was inevitably mentioned. Lucas had some connection with them all. One was his ex—wife, while the other was his rival. "Jessica is so amazing. It's only been six months since she and Mr. Thomas divorced, right? Honestly, I'm a little jealous." "As much as I'd like to say Terry is a playboy, I'm also a little jealous after I think about Terry and the Davidson family behind him." Two luxuriously dressed women were chatting in the hallway outside the restroom. Lucas overheard their conversation. He lit a cigarette in annoyance and turned to leave. He walked into the booth and grabbed his coat from the seat. "Excuse
Today's road condition was not bad. Within 25 minutes, Jessica arrived at the entrance of the hotel. When Jessica and Wendy arrived at the door of the private box, there were still two minutes before the appointed time. The waiter pushed the door open and Jessica walked inside. "Mr. Gordon, Mr. Berlinge, I am Jessica, the manager of the Hall Group Los Angeles branch. Mr. Bell has something to do today, so he asked me to talk to you. There was a bit of traffic on the road, so I came late. I hope you don't mind it." Hearing Jessica's words, Bryan and Robert had different facial expressions. Bryan was somewhat dissatisfied, but Robert didn't take that to heart. Robert smiled and invited Jessica to her seat. After sitting down, Bryan and Robert looked at each other. Bryan's facial expression returned to normal. Bryan said, "Ms. Hall, you are too polite. We agreed to meet at half—past six. You are not late. We came early." Jessica smiled and said, "It's getting late. You must
Wendy supported Jessica from behind and asked, "Ms. Hall, are you all right?" Jessica shook her head and said, "I am still sober. I'll go to the restroom to wash my face." Wendy said, "I'll go with you." Jessica turned back to look at Wendy and smiled, saying, "Thanks. I can go to the restroom by myself. Go call a chauffeur." Since both Jessica and Wendy drank wine, they could not drive. Seeing Jessica was doing fine except for occasional unsteadiness when walking, Wendy did not insist on accompanying Jessica to the restroom. Wendy nodded and said, "Okay. I'll call a chauffeur." "OK," Jessica answered. Jessica looked up at the sign and walked step by step to the restroom in her high heels. This wine had such a strong effect. Fortunately, the restroom was not far away. The waitress told Jessica to turn around the corner and the restroom would be there. "I'm sorry." Jessica bumped into someone on the corner. She immediately became much more clear—headed. Jessica loo
Terry raised his eyebrows slightly and took a deep look at Jessica without asking anything. Seeing that Jessica wasn't in a good mood, Wendy couldn't help but walk to her side. "Miss Hall, are you feeling unwell?" Hearing her words, Jessica withdrew her thoughts and shook her head. "No." Jessica caught a glimpse of Terry and smiled. "Mr. Davison, are you also waiting for your driver?" Terry looked at Jessica's almond—shaped eyes, and his brown eyes lit up. "I'm staying by your side." Jessica laughed, "I didn't expect that you would have such a hobby." Terry looked at her with a faint smile. "My hobby is you, Miss Hall. You should know that." Jessica looked at him and withdrew her smile without answering. At this time, the driver had arrived. Jessica glanced at Terry and said, "Mr. Davison, I'm going home." As she spoke, she walked to the back seat of the car and got in the car. Wendy watched as Jessica's car slowly drove away before she got into her own car and l