301 Jeslyn’s visit to jail

Pink snapped back to reality as she slowly wiped the teardrop from under her right eye with the side of her index finger. 1

Memories of that man are one of the things she didn’t want to ever talk about.

Pink sniffed back her tears as she watched the night city. Jacy’s words played in her mind again and again.

“Yellow, how do you think my daughter would feel after I tell her the truth?” She asked.

“I’m not sure either.” Yellow shook her head and patted Pink’s shoulder. “But you have to tell her,” she concluded.

Pink shut her eyes. Tell Jeslyn? Yes, she would but she’s scared of what Jeslyn would do.

A few weeks had passed and everything seemed to be fine. Pink still couldn’t gather the courage to speak to Jeslyn even though she had seen Jeslyn a few times already.

She had also told Maverick what Diana said and Maverick had doubled the shadow guards around Jeslyn while secretly searching for the person that was sent to Jeslyn but couldn’t find her no matter how hard they tried.

beside Jeslyn in the first place?

fishy. Even though that was so, Maverick’s eyes were glued on Jeslyn’s Assistant because, to him, she was likely to be the spy.

Assistant looked innocent and naive, Maverick

appearance.

heed Maverick’s advice and go see her father in jail as her mind has been suffering for days, trying to find out why Brian

walked majestically to Maverick’s private plane but before she entered, her eyes drifted to the side and she spotted Aircraft with the name; F2220.

the aircraft she took the other time that got bombed? Why is it-‘

given it the same name as the first one.

you be such a bully, Rex? Won’t those who lost their loved ones in the first F2220 be traumatized when they see this new aircraft?” She sighed at the

into the exquisite private plane that gave Maverick’s vibe; dark and gloomy interior. Jeslyn shook her head in defeat. She thought her husband would

for Code 5 with her gaze before she said to him;

bother, I can ask for a private plane of my own. I don’t want it to look as

bowed his

my

husband

first went to the

but thanks to money and influence, she was able to enter without a huff from anyone.

walked through the corridors, memories of her stay

way inmates were stretching out their hands from the bars and trying to drag her to themselves, and the way some were laughing, mocking

of feeling disgusted or angry, a small smile found its way to

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