"Wow, you struck it rich?"
Seeing Jack's new toy in the parking lot, Hannah imdiately grabbed it and sat in the driver's seat to experience the feel of it.
As a seasoned muscle car enthusiast, she knew as soon as she stepped on the gas that this Firebird's power was even more exaggerated than her Shelby GT500.
"A friend introduced to an IRS job, and I earned a bonus. This car alone cost a third of it."
Jack also felt that this purchase was a bit impulsive, but a man is a boy until he dies. If it were his previous life, he wouldn't even have had the chance to realize this childhood dream.
"Great value for money. Girls will go crazy for this car. How did you think of putting a red light strip on the front? It's so cool."
Hannah patted the steering wheel with satisfaction, slowed down, and drove off the highway. This scene gave Jack the illusion that his first wife was disciplining his second wife. But the second one being a machine.
Back at Hannah's house, Jack unloaded his suitcase and was about to go inside when he found his sweet girl standing at his door, lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked, puzzled. He had spent most of the day cleaning the house to welco Hannah ho. He had ticulously trimd the lawn and even scrubbed the pool in the backyard, filling it with clean water.
Of course, he had his own reasons for cleaning the pool. While his enormous bathtub was nice, swimsuits had their own charm. Co to think of it, after all this ti, he realized he'd never even seen Zoe or Maureen in swimsuits.
"No one has ever been this nice to before," Hannah said, hugging Jack tightly, her voice thick with emotion. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Ahem, there are people inside," Jack said awkwardly, patting her waist lightly and whispering in her ear.
"Surprise!"
Before Hannah could react, a group of people jumped out from all corners: the LAPD staff, the two older won, Kara, the Hunters, Zoe's parents—the Andersons—and even her best friend and nesis—Tyler.
Fortunately, the Texas girl was naturally outgoing and didn't feel embarrassed at all as she put herself off Jack, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then joined in the fun with everyone.
Jack was quite busy today. To showcase his culinary skills, he had spent several days eating at several well-known Italian restaurants in LA.
Italian cuisine, known as the mother of Western cuisine, is probably one of the most suitable European and Arican dishes for the palate, and it is also very popular among Aricans.
This was the largest gathering ever, and it took Jack two days to prepare all the ingredients: Milanese veal shank, ham and cheese steak, braised tripe with white beans, roasted quail with vegetables, sea bass in tomato sauce, seafood pasta with white sauce, Margherita pizza, tiramisu, and he even made an ice cream cake.
Mrs. Anderson looked at Jack with the sa gaze she would give her son-in-law; she had always regarded Hannah as her own daughter, although for Jack, it wasn't much different.
Mr. Anderson's gaze was sowhat unfriendly. He had already guessed sothing was amiss. His daughter, Zoe, had been spending every evening after work with a barely-grown young man, never ho on weekends.
Now, his adopted daughter, Hannah, seed deeply in love with this guy. If he hadn't investigated and known he was a good shot and had racked up a lot of kills since becoming a policeman, the old man would have already co knocking on their door with a gun.
Fortunately, Zoe had saved face for the family by hiring a psychologist as a cover. Mr. Anderson, from a long-established political family, had seen plenty of sordid things; he himself had been a womanizer in his youth. His most important concern was that his daughter was happy.
However, the old man still had doubts; the psychologist's gaze seed a little off.
After the party, Hannah saw the guests off and cheerfully ran into the kitchen to bother Jack, who was still busy cooking.
"Stop fooling around."
Feeling that familiar human weight on his back again, and gently blowing air into his ear, Jack turned his head and sared foam on the little girl's pretty nose.
"Training is so tiring, my skin has beco rough, and my legs were even chafed before, will it leave scars?" Hannah told a clumsy little lie in a coquettish tone.
Jack was also a little tempted. Five months is not a long ti, but it's not short either.
In modern society, not to ntion Aricans who are used to fast-paced relationships, even modern people find it hard to accept long-distance relationships.
The sweet girl's almost daily video calls and her clingy attitude after returning said it all.
Jack sighed. How co he could stay single until his forties in his previous life, but in this world, he fell in love so quickly? Is this wonderful single life really going to leave him?
Just as he picked up Hannah, ready to eat this ripe cherry that had automatically fallen into his mouth, the phone rang.
"Jack, Justine and I are in trouble. Can you co to Chicago right away? I need you to help protect a girl." The call was from accountant Chris.
Jack's heart skipped a beat. Chris was his key to his future extra inco; he couldn't afford to let anything happen to him. "No problem, send the details."
Jack readily agreed, and as soon as he hung up, the dedicated chat app Justine had installed for him beeped.
Seeing Jack's sudden seriousness, Hannah knew sothing important had happened and obediently lowered her long legs from his waist.
Seeing Jack scrolling through his phone with a strange expression, she curiously poked his cheek with a finger.
"What happened? Can I know?"
Jack hadn't expected the sweet girl to be so understanding, but considering their current relationship, it was ti for her to know sothing.
Jack briefly recounted Chris and Justine's story, especially the parts involving their legal gray areas and their delicate relationship with the wealthy IRS manager.
He wasn't quite sure how accepting Hannah was in this regard. Although he had promised to help her seek revenge in secret and knew this girl wasn't exactly a well-behaved, obedient girl, she had just joined the FBI, and what if her thinking changed?
"Is he the accountant who introduced you to the IRS mission?" Hannah's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Yes, I'm counting on him to help set up that trading company for my mortgage. If sothing happens to him, I'll really be relying on you to support from now on."
Hannah's eyes darted around, looking quite conflicted, which made Jack laugh. While being a kept man might be good for his stomach, for him, still at heart, it was a bit of a chauvinistic trait.
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