King's Back

When Jackson returned home, he found that Dolcie was already back.

Dolcie jumped to her feet when Jackson walked in the door. She thought he would never come back.

But then she realized that she had lost her composure and quickly calmed herself down and walked to Jackson.

"Jackson, if you feel wronged, you can tell me."

Jackson wondered, "Why should I feel wronged?"

Dolcie frowned, and he was still pretending to be fine. Grandpa obviously went to told him everything, but he still pretended to be calm.

"The affair with Serena... Everyone has wronged you. Don't you feel wronged at all?"

Jackson grinned nonchalantly. "I don't care about petty things."

Dolcie was still feeling a little guilty about him. Seeing Jackson's nonchalant attitude, her guilt disappeared immediately.

“You don't care, but I do!”

"I owe you a slap. You can take it back any time you want." Dolcie held high her graceful neck with an air of righteousness.

Jackson paused slightly. "You are going to give it back to me?"

"I don't want to owe you anything. You can beat me now. After you slap me, get back too kitchen and cook for me.”

Jackson was speechless. "I'm not going to hit you. If you're hungry, I'm going to make you chicken soup."

"Chicken soup?"

"Jackson, won't you do something else?"

Dolcie now got sick when she heard chicken soup.

"I can do something else, but you have to have chicken soup."

Dolcie pouted with disgust.

Jackson laughed as he watched Dolcie's angry face.

Dolcie didn’t known that she had been targeted, and Jackson wouldn't tell her.

He would rather let Dolcie be a woman of peace, and let him fend off the dangers.

went downstairs to find that breakfast was

and a bowl of preserved egg

still gets up so early. Where does he

early riser, and while she was

at the back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect that Jackson

the garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his

door and made a gesture motioning her to get on the

I'll be your full-time driver from

raised her eyebrow. "I don’t need you to be my driver. I will ride

idea. Ask Anthony

too kind to him, and let this guy be

while, she hung up the phone

really Grandpa's

if you want others to look up to you, you

Dolcie sat in the rear of the car. She was a

be late. If you can't

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

Jackson had been alone in

twirled the button and a

rhythm and sound filled

"It's so noisy. Change

the main road. Suddenly he

to appear at this time

trial and error, Jackson could

the window, and paid attention to the

hear me? I am

was a flash of light in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard

BMW spun around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist

the handrail,

doing? Tell me if you can't drive. Would

she spoke, there was a small pop, and a bullet ripped

light was, of course, the reflection

There was a sniper!

turned the steering wheel

was thrown back, and a strong push

her first thought was, this