A short distance away,
A unique spectator was present.
Jagger had come to treat a minor abrasion sustained from the car race.
Originally, he was there only for bandaging.
He happened to overhear Earl’s harsh threats.
In the past, hearing someone plotting against Sandra, he would have chosen to remain indifferent. Beyond the ties of blood, he believed he had no connection with Sandra.
It was her fault for offending people. She deserved the punishment.
However, today he felt an unexplained discomfort at the thought of Sandra being assaulted.
He found himself following Earl without a second thought.
Witnessing Earl’s men surrounding Sandra, his fists clenched tightly.
His urge to step forward and assist her was compelling. However, noticing that the bodyguards had doubled in number, he restrained himself.
It wasn’t cowardice, but prudence.
He could only offer help if his own safety was not at stake.
So, he pulled out his phone to call the police.
Even if the police arrived, Earl could still get away with it. But the police presence might at least curb his aggression and save Sandra’s life.
As her brother, he tried his best.
But before he completed the call, he heard the sounds of fists. Looking over, he was surprised to find the formidable-looking men lying defeated on the ground.
Sandra appeared unsatisfied, as if lamenting their inadequate combat abilities.
He suddenly felt awkward.
His expression grew complex.
Jagger began to wonder if it was right to marry his sister off.
Sandra was at her wit’s end with Earl’s persistence.
“If you insist, but my condition is: stay away from me whenever.”
At a loss for words, Earl replied,
“But at least give me your number.”
With a sly smile, Sandra said, “Ask Joey.”
Joey was passing by just in time to overhear her words.
He was wondering what the scope of his job was now.
“Madam, Wesley is waiting for you.”
Sandra glanced towards the car across the way.
She couldn’t discern the expression of the man inside the car, but she felt watched, as if a tiger was stealthily trailing her in the night.
She suddenly felt reluctant to share a ride with Wesley.
Joey was about to mention that Wesley was not in the best of spirits, but before he could, Earl clung onto him, asking for Sandra’s number.
Inside the car, Sandra observed the man beside her.
“Did you follow me here, Wesley?”
His response was toneless, “No, it was a coincidence.”
“Huh.”
Sandra smiled. “Considering you’ve given me the land, could you perhaps draft a design for it?”
“How much will you pay?”
She spread her hands wide. “You know I’m quite impoverished.”
Impoverished?
The notion almost made him laugh.
She had just joined his family and immediately extracted 200 million from his grandma.
She then secured the post of Deputy Director of Technology.
Yet she said she’s impoverished?
“You want me to work for free?”
Leaning in with a predatory grin, she teased,
“I’ll take it as a yes.”
As she got closer to him, the delicate features of her face were magnified in his eyes.
The light in her eyes stirred his heart, leaving him with a dry throat.
He leaned away, his tone frosty, “It’s a no.”
As Sandra sat further away, the vision that had swayed his heart vanished.
His pulse gradually returned to normal.
She said quietly, “Stingy.”
“What if I pay? Will you be mine?”
The words, overheard by Joey, left him astounded.
Wesley had only just come to his senses not long before, and his health was still delicate.
Yet Sandra seemed eager to sleep with him.
Wesley knew that his physical condition wouldn’t allow it, so he refused.
But then Sandra was willing to offer.
Well, she’s rich.
But… she’d better wait!
Joey could only give a cautionary glance, silently implying that Wesley was still recovering.
Sandra, receiving no response, turned to look at Joey.
“Why are you still waiting? You’re not driving?”
Startled into awareness, Joey glanced at the sky.
“Well, I was thinking I might leave you some space.” Joey hoped Wesley could still breathe later.
Sandra said, “Not necessary, just drive me home.”
Joey got into the car, feeling Wesley’s displeasure.
He was essentially saving Wesley from that sex maniac!
Wesley should be grateful!
Sighing inwardly at the enigma of Wesley’s temperament, Joey wished he could serve Sandra instead.
Upon returning, Sandra retired to her room to rest.
Sleep eluded her as memories flooded back—her carefree days abroad.
Her battles then were unbridled. She even established her own domain.
As a result, many enemies were made.
The assailants from today, who intended to harm Rebecca, must have connections to those old adversaries abroad.
But if they ventured into Geniston, she would have been informed.
It was likely that foreign foes had struck a deal with domestic collaborators.
They were trying to use Rebecca as leverage to extract the antidote from her.
A cold, sardonic smile tugged at her lips.
They were after the antidote?
She decided it was time they tasted the dire consequences of their actions.
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