The once celebrated eldest daughter of the Dalton family, a top actress revered by many, has now fallen to this point, making headlines in such a manner.
It inevitably shocks and saddens, becoming a topic of idle chatter over als.
If it weren’t for the na tag hanging on the hospital bed with Sean Dalton’s na, it would be difficult for anyone to recognize the person lying there as her.
Because she has beco completely unrecognizable.
Her entire face was swollen from the beating.
In an apparently abandoned factory on the outskirts of Riventhal.
The second floor, decorated in a Syrian style, had a few people in the spacious room, making it cold and desolate.
John Jennings stood in a black robe in front of the railing, holding a tablet in his wide palm, looking down at so news from the outside world.
He saw the tweet by David Dalton, where he and Joan Graham and her daughter completely distanced themselves from the matter, acknowledging Stella Dalton.
He also saw the photos of Sean Dalton circulating online—too horrible to look at.
The man’s brows furrowed slightly, an indescribable emotion flickering in his deep eyes, "What an idiot, to have beaten up the wrong person."
"Boss, Joan’s been imprisoned because of this. Should we bail her out?" a subordinate ventured to ask, "If we’re going to help, we need to act soon, the longer we wait, the harder it’ll be."
John Jennings shot a cold glance at the photo of Sean Dalton on the tablet, fiddling with the half of the Jade Pendant in his other hand, gritting his teeth, "Bail out, my ass!"
His tone of voice startled his subordinate!
Not going to help?
Just then, footsteps sounded, and John Jennings leisurely turned around to see another subordinate quickly standing before him.
The other person bowed respectfully, "Boss, soone’s secretly investigating the whereabouts of Lenny’s car, not sure if it’s David Garcia."
John Jennings played with the Jade Pendant, handed the tablet to his subordinate beside him, and said coldly, "Whether it’s him or not, Lenny can’t stay in Riventhal anymore. Best if he disappears forever, don’t cause any trouble."
"Understood." The man nodded, "But he’s already fled the city; even if caught, he won’t rat us out, right? You’ve covered his wife’s dical bills, after all."
John Jennings sat down on the chaise, put down the Jade Pendant, picked up a dagger, and began to gently wipe it, "Don’t you know? When one’s life is at stake, who cares about all that?"
"..."
"I said he should disappear, so he must disappear."
"Yes."
John Jennings watched the desolate distance with indifferent eyes, "Joan Graham really is foolish, to have got the job wrong herself."
The two subordinates lowered their heads, not daring to speak, nor daring to guess his mood at the ti.
"Boss, how could David Garcia be so ruthless?"
In the silence, a subordinate couldn’t help but complain, "Since he publicly announced his disassociation from Joan and the others so heartlessly, we don’t need to be polite either."
John Jennings glanced at the half-piece of the Jade Pendant on the table, "It’s ti to get the other half."
Huh?
Just like that, the topic shifted?
Indeed, in John Jennings’ eyes, there is only ever profit.
"Joan Graham brought this on herself, there’s no enmity between and David Garcia." John Jennings said nonchalantly, "Joan in prison, Sean Dalton’s life and death, what does that have to do with ?"
The subordinate was shocked; having always thought Joan was the most favored woman beside the boss, and had weight in his heart, only to have overestimated it.
"David Garcia’s post today proves Joan Graham wasn’t lying, he indeed has a daughter nad Stella Dalton, who is Justin Kingston’s wife." John Jennings suddenly clenched the Jade Pendant, "So the other half is likely with this Mrs. Kingston."
"Boss, Justin Kingston is highly influential in Riventhal, his hidden power far surpassing what we see on the surface; trying to make a move on his woman would be..."
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