Wilson and Stephen were talking about business affairs over dinner, and each asked some questions about their companies. Because Stephen had been in the city for so long, he simply explained some business matters that Wilson should take notice of, and also introduced many big shots to him.
Wilson accepted all of his advices with an open mind. While they were discussing merrily, Cherry noticed that she could only occasionally say a few words, because it was too difficult for her to understand what they were talking about. There was nothing left for her to do but to eat, and because she had been working for the whole day, Cherry had already developed quite an appetite, and she couldn't wait to eat out of all of the delicious dishes that were laid out in front of her on the table.
At the hotel's entrance, Jackson's face turned gray when he caught sight of Cherry's car, which was parked somewhere nearby. 'How dare they go inside together!' he thought.
Subsequently, Jackson looked at the building, a famous hotel of the city that had a glorious appearance, and was surprised that Cherry could find such a good place. Even as an ordinary employee in the JS group, she still dared to come to an upperclass hotel, giving the impression that she was wealthy.
Jackson, along with Bobby and another man dressed in black, entered the hotel.
When the manager saw a man come in, he felt a distinctive aura surrounding him, cold and fierce.
After he looked at him more carefully and recognized who he was, the manager immediately walked over to him.
"Mr. Jackson, I'm so glad that you're here, " said the lobby manager with a respectful tone.
The waiter also had intended to walk up to receive Jackson, but when he saw that the manager had already received him so proactively, and realized that Jackson must be one of the most distinguished guests, he left in a hurry.
Jackson looked around the first floor of the hotel and saw only two tables with several people at them eating. He couldn't see Cherry anywhere.
"Your business looks good, " said Jackson in a cold tone.
"It's doing fine, just fine, " quickly replied the manager.
Jackson then turned his eyes to Bobby, who immediately understood what he meant.
"Where is the owner of the car outside?" said Bobby, while pointing at the white car in front of the hotel.
The manager looked at it's plate number, but couldn't figure out whose car it was.
He hastily said, "I honestly don't know it, but please sit there and wait for a minute; I wi
"Do you know what you did wrong? It's alright if you just wanted to own me. But you should not have helped Molly leave me!"
When Brian learns the truth, there is no chance for Hannah to win his heart.
Molly, who wants to run away from Brian, seems to be the only one to blame for Hannah's misfortune...
rward, and while she stood beside Stephen, she said to Jackson, "Jackson, please go."
"What if I don't want to?" As Jackson looked at Cherry, he remembered when he used to look for her like a madman, and how such a fool he was at that time, while she lived happily every day.
Afterwards, Jackson looked at Wilson, who was standing nearby, and seriously called out his name, "Wilson!"
Wilson didn't lose any of his energy, because he had seen many things in life. Although Jackson's aura was powerful, he considered that he could handle it pretty well.
Wilson took two paces forward and then gazed at Jackson. He said, "Jackson, right? I see that you already know me, but look, don't you think that you are a bit impolite?"
Jackson's mouth corners curved, and a grin appeared on his face. He stared at Wilson, and replied to him, "Maybe that's true, but I come here for a person, my wife."
"Jackson, you..." Cherry couldn't help but reply to him after she heard him. 'What a wretch he is!' she thought.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" asked Jackson. He then turned his eyes to Cherry, and thought in his heart, 'Cherry, I've already told you that you can't leave my life.'
"My sister is having dinner with me at the moment. You can come for her on another day, " said Wilson. He could only use this kind of talk to keep Jackson off bay. He could see that he was not easy to fool, but he still tried to be practical with his conversation.
"Really? Your sister?" Jackson said the last two words in a stressed tone, and it seemed that he was especially emphasizing something. He continued, "Cherry is mine! Who's to allow her to have meal with other men?"