Avery darkened her face. Why did she think the man meant to be a little bit stubborn?

She refused his offer decisively.

"Really?"

Avery was impatient and exhausted and yelled, "Leave me alone."

"Open the door." The man told the driver.

The car door was opened, and Avery couldn't wait to go out.

"Have you eavesdropped on us enough?"

In the car, Robert quietly retracted his head back in the driver's seat.

When they had come to Country B, they had been following Avery and saw her go shopping in the mall. Originally, the car was parked by the side of the street. They were sitting in the car, and the doors were locked.

When seeing Avery trying to open the car door one by one in order to avoid the bodyguards, Mr. Howel ordered him to open the car lock, so as to facilitate Mrs. Howel to pull the door in.

That's what happened.

However, it's complicated enough that Mrs. Howel did not seem to recognize Mr. Howel.

Robert thought that Mrs. Howel would recognize Mr. Howel as they had such a close relationship and that Mrs. Howel could feel a little different, but the situation turned different. Was it that they changed their appearance too successfully?

On the other hand, it's also a good thing that Mrs. Howel did not recognize Mr. Howel. If Mrs. Howel knew that Mr. Howel was in the car, they would be in trouble, and it would be difficult for Mr. Howel to see Mrs. Howel next time.

"Mr. Howel, shall we follow Mrs. Howel?"

Evan stared at the number on the mobile phone screen. Afraid Avery would recognize him, and Evan had not only changed his number, but also his phone before he went to Country B.

A hairstyle, watch, clothing brand, and perfume were also in the range of replacement.

Evan was very satisfied with Avery's performance in front of a strange man.

"There is no need." Evan was playing with the mobile phone and asked, "Are you still monitoring Gabrielle's phone?���

"At present, there is no monitoring of Gabrielle's phone call. Maybe Mrs. Howel did not call her, or Gabrielle deliberately did not answer the phone."

"Stop monitoring."

Evan had got Avery's number, and they would meet in a couple of days.

***

At this time, Gabrielle sneezed hard, trembled all over, and hid into the arms of Jackson.

Gabrielle was very thin. Although the costume was heavy and soaked in water, Jackson could still hold her with one hand.

Gabrielle held the man's neck, and she was sitting on his arm. She smeared his expensive suit.

Holding Gabrielle into the car, Jackson raised the baffle inside the car. He pressed the button and turned up the air conditioning in the car.

"Take off your clothes." The tone of the man had the meaning of dislike. Gabrielle's costume was really dirty.

"Wait a minute. I have another play. Did you really let Hill put it off?"

"There are no more shoots today."

"Then, you have to pay for me today." Gabrielle blinked at him with innocent eyes.

Jackson glanced at her, and the woman was out of character.

"Take off your clothes first."

"If I take off my clothes, what should I wear?"

The man took out a clean white shirt from the car, which was for his own spare clothes.

Gabrielle did not take the shirt, but looked down, "I'm all wet in it."

"Take them all off, and I'll take you to the shower."

Gabrielle, "..."

They're not in the relationship between prostitute and whoremaster anymore. Could Gabrielle refuse to take off her clothes in front of him?

She looked at Jackson, who looked forward to peace.

He seemed to tell her that she was thinking too much.

All right. She has got to take off her costume and untie it.

Jackson saw that Gabrielle had put the shirt on. In light of the car, the shirt was somewhat transparent. Even if the top button had been fastened, the wide collar still showed her fine clavicle.

The sleeve of the shirt was too long. Though Gabrielle had folded it, the sleeve was still in the position of her palm.

Jackson rolled his throat and took a document from the side, "Sign it."

Gabrielle lowered her head and pretended not to see it.

Jackson watched her movements and darkened his face, "What do you want me to see?"

Gabrielle realized something and put her arms around her chest.

"I won't sign it."

"Why?"

Such a difficult question was going to embarrass Gabrielle. She pushed the contract away with her hands, shook her body, and held the man's arm.

Jackson ignored her, and his finger quickly pressed a few times on the key to adjusting the temperature inside the car. Soon, the temperature in the car was raised.

The contract was then handed to her again.

Is it no use to seduce him?

Gabrielle closed her eyes and lay on Jackson's legs.

The shirt's edge was at the root of her thighs. As she lay on his legs, the edge of the shirt was moving up.

"Either sign or give me a reason."

Gabrielle deliberately made the sound of snoring as if she were asleep.

"Hill, stop the car and find someone to throw her out."

Gabrielle suddenly sat up, "You want to hear the truth?"

"Of course."

"I don't want to have anything to do with you. Is that a reason?"

After hearing Gabrielle's reason, Jackson darkened his face. He reached out and covered her mouth.

He knew he would not hear anything good from that woman.

"You're in the play now. I am and will always be an investor. Are you sure you have nothing to do with me? That's not a good reason."

Gabrielle rolled her eyes. Why didn't he ask her to press a handprint directly?

But Gabrielle was still a little unwilling and said, "I'm hungry."

She couldn't make her hungry when she was going to sign a life-and-death contract.

The man ignored her and held her in the bathroom after they went back to the villa, "Take a shower first."

"I don't have the strength."

Jackson said patiently, "Take a shower first. Aren't you hungry? I'll cook for you."

Gabrielle was slightly panicked.

She didn't hear wrong, did she?

Could she eat what Jackson cooked?

"You can let a servant prepare the meal. Don't work too hard." Gabrielle was afraid of being starved to death if Jackson cooked.

"There are no servants here. I think they are too noisy."

Gabrielle opened her eyes wide and finally found something more frightened than Jackson cooking.