Mason felt his entire body freeze in shock. For a moment, he didn’t know how to react. Rose is Janet, and Janet is Rose. The woman I look down on and the woman I love with all my heart are one and the same. What’s even more absurd is the fact that I wanted to kill the person I loved the most with my own hands.
I even went so far as to attack her with 10 fighter jets… He didn’t even dare to imagine what would have happened if Janet had been wounded in that battle. I will never forgive myself for that. At this moment, he hated himself for not recognizing her sooner. When did Jan realize who I am?
He pondered over it with a frown. If my guess is correct, then it’s probably the day I showed her those bullets. She probably deduced my identity as the boss of Black Rain through those bullets. No wonder she was acting so strangely that day. I simply thought that it was because she was feeling jealous.
Deep in thought, the man stood up and picked up his jacket. Then he said in a cool and low voice, “Head to Royal Garden.” He suddenly remembered something: Jan was injured on the shoulder because she saved me from that bullet!
Inside the Black Maybach, the man sat in the back seat. He seemed to be in a daze, almost as if he barely understood what was going on.
Sean glanced in the rearview mirror and subconsciously adjusted his glasses. “Young Master Mason, are you certain Rose is Miss Jackson?”
“Yes,” Mason replied faintly. Something sprang to mind suddenly. He reached into the box of miscellaneous items in the back seat and pulled out a book. It was a book Sean had persuaded him to buy, claiming that one should know their enemy. However, he had never read the contents of the book before. He had thrown it to the side after obtaining it.
I have to admit that Jan is amazingly talented in everything she does. Although she is only 19, her writing style is extremely sophisticated. Moreover, it is very unique. No wonder Mr. Goldstein accused her of plagiarism. How could there be a second person with this kind of writing style in both the traditional literature circles and online literature circles?
The security guard at Royal Garden was sitting in the security office and watching the surveillance monitors. All of a sudden, his eyes brightened. He practically stared at the car driving into the residential area in a daze. As this place was part of the high-end community, he had seen all sorts of luxury cars before. Even so, it was his first time seeing so many luxury cars entering the residential area at the same time. Thus, he swiftly stood up and walked out of the security office to look.
He saw a man sitting in the back seat of the black Maybach that was leading the motorcade. The man was enveloped in an icy aura, making him seem mysterious, unpredictable, and unapproachable. One look at the man was enough to frighten anybody. Men with such a powerful presence were rare. Therefore, the security guard studied the man and respectfully greeted him. “Young Master Mason?”
Mason lifted his gaze, revealing a pair of eyes that were dark and serious. He said in a low and hoarse voice, “Hurry up and let us through.”
“Young Master Mason, what brings you here today?” The security guard asked as he operated the remote control in his hand.
Mason smiled. That smile was filled with a bit of joy and mystery. “I’m here to bring the young lady of the Lowry Family home.”
When the security guard heard those words, his legs nearly crumpled under him. Isn’t the young lady of the Lowry Family J’Adore, who was only announced a short while ago? The head of Markovia’s strongest organization lives here?! If that’s the case, I might have seen her before!
The group of people that came to the residential area successfully caused a huge commotion. Desire had just returned from outside when she ran into Mason, who had just arrived. Thus, she hurriedly took a detour and entered through the back door. Returning to the villa, she put down her things in a hurry and glanced at the woman cleaning her injury. “Janet, I saw your man at the entrance just now!”
Janet paused in the middle of disinfecting her wound. “You mean… Mason?”
