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.

washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already

Fried egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved egg

so early. Where

Jackson was an early riser, and while she was still asleep, Jackson had prepared the breakfast

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

at the garage after breakfast, Jackson

made a gesture motioning her to get

be your full-time

to be my driver. I will

Ask Anthony if

Grandpa was too kind to

a while, she hung up the phone

really Grandpa's

you want others to look up to

the car. She was a

If you can't arrive before

Jackson

"Play some music."

Jackson had been alone in such a small

and a

rhythm and

was speechless. "It's so noisy.

road. Suddenly he

it coincidental to appear at this

Jackson could tell

car, rolled down the window,

you hear me? I am talking to

reflector and Jackson stepped on the

BMW spun around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist

the

are you doing? Tell me if you can't

a small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air

was, of course, the reflection of the

There was a sniper!

pedal, turned the steering wheel again,

back, and a strong

in amazement and her first thought was,