"Mm." Kane Forest, after all, had seen countless people, far more than Jane Sampson had ever eaten als, and he could see right through what Jane’s expression ant at that mont.
It was precisely because he saw through it that Kane Forest couldn’t help but hook the corner of his mouth in amusent, but luckily, his smile wasn’t too obvious.
The conversation between Jane Sampson and that female singer, he truly didn’t miss a single word.
He had been standing here for a long ti, Jane Sampson hadn’t noticed him when she ca in, but he had noticed her. However, before he could walk over and greet Jane Sampson first, she had already started chatting with that female singer, and at that ti, Kane Forest thought it would be inappropriate to interrupt.
So he decided to wait there a while, planning to approach after Jane Sampson finished chatting with the female singer, only to wind up overhearing such an interesting conversation.
Thinking about the affection and overbearing nature of Jas Black towards Jane Sampson back at the villa, if Jane’s words were to reach Jas Black’s ears, he wasn’t sure what degree of anger Jas would experience.
In the guard team, right under his watch, his wife was unabashedly eyeing another man’s physique.
However, the relationship between Kane Forest and Jas Black wasn’t at the level where they could say just anything to each other, thus naturally, Kane Forest wouldn’t ntion this to Jas.
"Jasmine Seven ca with , she was waiting for you just now." Kane Forest, not good with words and unsure of what to say to an effervescent little miss like Jane Sampson—and since she wasn’t soone he needed to ingratiate himself with—simply told Jane that Quincy Forest was waiting for her.
"I’m aware, thank you, Mr. Forest! I’ll go and find Jasmine Seven then." After thanking Kane, Jane promptly headed in the direction Kane had indicated to find Quincy Forest.
To her surprise, Quincy Forest was with Jas Carter, sitting in a corner talking, or rather, Jas Carter was listening to Quincy Forest’s incessant chatter.
anwhile, Mair Williams pondered how to send a ssage to Liam Woody on her mobile phone.
Seated alone in a corner, clutching her phone, she hesitated for minutes before finally sending a ssage to Liam Woody, whose WhatsAPP avatar was currently active.
I’m seriously asking you, if I went through sex reassignnt surgery for you, would there be any other possibilities for us? Once I beco a man for you, could I still pursue you? — Mair Williams.
Liam Woody, in the entertainnt room of the guard team base, was drinking tea and chatting with teammates while holding his mobile phone. Seeing a WhatsAPP ssage notification, he glanced at it and then uncontrollably sprayed a mouthful of tea straight onto a teammate’s face across from him.
"Black Face!" The teammate wiped his face furiously, tea soaking his skin, "Did you do that on purpose, huh?"
"Really didn’t." Nonchalantly, Liam Woody handed the teammate a rag used for wiping tables, which the teammate subconsciously grabbed, intending to wipe his face.
Inspecting the rag for a second, he tossed the grimy cloth back to Liam’s hand, demanding, "Do you have a grudge against ? You give a cloth that wipes tables, occasionally windows, and even toilets to clean my face?"
"n should be a bit rugged; it doesn’t do any harm," Liam Woody answered carelessly, then stared at the ssages on his phone, completely baffled.
What’s this woman’s angle now?
Who told you I like n? — Liam Woody.
I get it, I understand completely. You’re in the guard team, surrounded by those handso demons day and night. Staring at their muscular bodies, their handso faces every day—it’s hard not to get antsy, hard not to be moved with spring fever. — Mair Williams.
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