Chapter In the rainy winter, Selene wrapped her coat tightly and sat in the car.
She had been drinking for several days, but she didnât drink today. She rarely became sober and her face was pale. âDo I to go?â
âOur boss said that staying here will hurt everyone. Once you are caught, your total charges can be sentenced to decades of imprisonment. Ms. Olson, donât be ungrateful.â
It was early, and there was only one car on the road, almost speeding through the rain.
They didnât know how long they had been driving, but a black car suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror and followed them directly. Selene was alert: âIt is being followed! Is it a policeman?â
The driver turned the steering wheel and said, âIâll try my best to get rid of it!â
He was good at driving, but the other partyâs driving skills were also good. They didnât get rid of him after several rounds. Instead, he was overtaken by the other party, and the car came across to force them to stop directly.
The driverâs heart skipped a beat. âHow could this happen? Mr. Harrington said that no one would stop Seleneâs face darkened.
A tall man in casual clothes came out of the car and knocked on the door.
Who are you and what do you want to do?â The driver was trembling.
âIâm not a policeman.â Peterson held the phone in his hand and said, âOpen the back seat. Our boss has something to say to Ms. Olson.â
Selene narrowed her eyes and saw him get into the car directly, handing her the phone.
âWho?â
âIf Ms. Olson wants to leave, answer it.â
Selene had no choice. This person obviously knew herâevery move and knew that she had no way out.
âHelloâ¦â She took the phone.
There was a short silence the other side. A manâs voice came out faintly, âDid you forget something before Ms. Olson left?â
The voice was familiar but very familiar. Selene gritted her teeth and , âWho the hell are you?
âJensen can make some connections, so can I. He wants to let you go, and I can also let you get caught in the security check. Think about whether you want to work for me.â
The manâs voice sounded a little tired, but his mind clearly clear.
âWhat do you want me to do? I wonât do anything touches my interests.â
easy.
Tell the truthâ
Selene stunned, âWhat?â
She never expected she would work for Gilda. âWhat truth Donât you know what you are hiding for ? I just want you to tell the truth It is difficult.â
Selene understood most of it. She sneered, âYou are Jackson.â
There was no response, Jensen arranged for your flight to leave at 6:10 p.m. You still have twenty minutes to think about it now. If you wait a little later, this plane wonât take off.â
Selene pressed forward step by step, and there no room for discussion at all.
Whether to offend him or Jensen was a difficult question.
âIf you tell me the truth, canât know it at once, let alone regret. But if you disobey me, I can stop the plane immediately.â
Tll tell you!â Selene had no choice.
At the same time, Gilda slept until eight oâclock in the morning. There was still a smell of Jackson on her pillow. She sniffed. it greedily and then stretched herself to wake up.
She took out her phone and found two unread messages.
One came from Jackson, who told her she had landed safely in Frencia.
The other one was from an unfamiliar number, and the caller sent a video.
Gilda suddenly sat up from the bed, and her hand holding the phone trembled.
In the video, there was a who answered questions in class. His figure and profile were exactly the same as those of years ago. The teacher smiled and , â
answered very well. Whatâs your name?â
âSean.â