"Ah? You are..." Jane Sampson, who was holding the phone, was startled and quickly looked down at the incoming call on her mobile phone. Sure enough, it was Jas Black. She blurted out, "I am ho!"
She had just finished her training for the afternoon, which involved intense physical and form training that was exhausting. Upon hearing her phone ringing from the cabinet, she had answered it without even looking to see who it was. To her surprise, she had picked up a call from Jas Black.
"Heh," Jas Black let out a cold laugh. "Jane Sampson, it’s not you who’s at ho, it’s who’s at ho."
Jas Black slapped off the dust on the sofa and sat down, his voice as cold as shards of ice, "Jane Sampson, how long has it been since you ca ho?"
No sooner had he finished speaking, Jas Black added, "Don’t waste your energy lying. I can go check the record with the security guard."
Jane Sampson felt as if she had been struck by lightning, standing dumbfounded at the doorway of the training room.
Ja Black now likes to co ho without any notice, favoring surprise visits?
He’s into sudden attacks now?
"I’ll co back and explain." Jane Sampson hung up the phone with a click, hurriedly washed her face, changed her clothes, and then drove the car that she had parked in the company’s parking lot for over a month straight ho.
All the way, Jane Sampson was thinking about how to explain to Jas Black why she hadn’t co ho for over a month. The road that used to be jamd with traffic was unusually clear today. Before Jane Sampson could figure out how to face Jas Black, her car was already downstairs of her ho building.
Sitting inside the car, Jane Sampson scratched her head and sighed repeatedly, her face almost spelled out "baby is suffering inside."
Her mobile phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw it was a ssage from Jas Black.
——Be at the ho doorway within five minutes.
"Damn!" Jane Sampson dared not dawdle any longer and quickly got out of the car and pressed the elevator button to go up. That guy must be watching her from upstairs as she drove into the underground parking lot of the residential community, right?
Jas Black had given her five minutes, but it took Jane Sampson seven minutes to reach ho. The front door was ajar, and the light from inside shone out.
Peering around at the doorway, Jane Sampson took a look inside and saw Jas Black sitting in the living room smoking. She shivered her shoulders and then slowly shuffled through the door with her hesitant steps.
"Where have you been?" ca Jas Black’s voice from ahead, revealing an unmistakable aura of authority. Jane Sampson stopped in front of the tea table and stole a glance at him, unexpectedly eting his deep and unsettling gaze, caught red-handed.
"I can explain," Jane Sampson swallowed, "the day you ca back I told you I was going to find a job, right? The company is a bit far from ho and driving there could make late because of traffic jams. Coincidentally, the company has staff dormitory arrangents, so I applied and moved in."
Jane Sampson felt that her explanation was perfect, and indeed, there was no deception; she truly was living in the company-provided staff dormitory.
Watching Jane Sampson’s earnest and sincere explanation, Jas Black scrutinized her for a long ti, uncertain if she was telling the truth. He had witnessed Jane Sampson’s talent for lying and pretense before.
"Where do you work?" Jas Black finally asked.
"I’m working under Cousin Nina Rice, preparing to follow Sister Tin later," Jane Sampson replied with a gentle and warm smile, certain that Jas Black wouldn’t rember Sister Tin, much less know what Rock Bell did for a living!
"Related to art?" Jas Black didn’t quite rember Rock Bell’s occupation, but he felt the na was familiar, likely having t it before.
"Yes," Jane Sampson nodded.
Acting is also an art! No one can dispute that.
Jas Black may not have much understanding of art, but that doesn’t an he opposes it. Seeing that Jane Sampson had found a job she liked in such a short ti, he didn’t ask further.
He could see the genuine happiness on Jane Sampson’s face when she talked about her job. She truly liked her current work.
"Why didn’t you answer Peter Gingery’s calls?" Jas Black asked, and imdiately corrected himself, "Why didn’t you answer the calls?"
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