Chapter 1220
Feeling uneasy and uncertain, Blake exited the private jet with Cecilia, the presence of bodyguards
nearby heightening her discomfort.
Cecilia, appearing unfazed by the armed company, reassured her, “It’s legal to carry weapons here.
Stay close to me, and don’t wander off.
You’ll be fine.”
As Blake detected the faint smell of gunpowder, her uneasiness grew.
“Why would he be in a place like this?” she asked.
Cecilia’s reply was cryptic yet revealing, “This is the reality of the
former million-earning assistant from Jardin Corporation.”
After about fifteen minutes, they arrived at a compound surrounded
by high walls topped
containment rather
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Ofection. Inside a relatively clean room,
Blake and Cecilia were left with three suitcases while the body rds
stood guard outside.
Cecilia broke the silence, “We’ll be meeting with some influential
people of this region soon.
Blake’s frown deepened, “You seem very familiar with all this. Are yo
involved with these criminals? You do realize the consequences if the
police find out?”
Cecilia smiled faintly, “I appreciate your concern. Rest assured, you’re
the only one who knows about this. As my little sister, I trust you
won’t betray me.”
Blake quickly countered, “My concern is not for you. I simply don’t
want to get caught up in your mess.
Cecilia approached, taking her hand, “Why would that happen? I have everything now. Whatever you
want to do, just do it. Whatever happens, I’ll cover for you. From now on, no one will bully us.”
Feeling uncomfortable under Cecilia’s intense scrutiny, Blake averted
her gaze. For discretion, they decided to change into the local attire and remove their jewelry. Later that
evening, Cecilia led Blake to a
lavish villa spanning several floors.
In the villa’s large third-floor living room, many men, each with a
flamboyantly dressed woman, were present. Cecilia mingled
effortlessly among the brutish-looking men who treated her with the
utmost respect.
Blake excused herself after eating a little, feeling out of place at the/
gathering. Upon her return, she caught sight of an intoxicated old
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Maintaining her composure, Cecilia said, “Mr. Patterson, you’ve had
too much to drink.”
Reeking of alcohol, Grant leered at Cecilia, “Ms. Samford, you’ve
certainly prospered. It’s been ages, and you look even more stunning
now.”
Blake’s anger surged seeing the scene unfolded in front of her. She
pushed Grant away, exclaiming, “What do you think you’re doing? Haven’t you ever seen a woman
before? Keep your hands to yourself, or you’ll regret it.”
The force of Blake’s push sent the drunken Grant stumbling to the ground, his head banged against the
wall and bled. The atmosphere
in the room instantly shifted, with the women retreating in fear.
Feeling the blood on his head, Grant angrily shouted, “You’re asking
for trouble!”