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.

finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on

Fried egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of

still gets up so

an early riser, and while she was still asleep,

cross-legged on the ground at the back of the

after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting

pulled open the door and made a gesture motioning her to

be your full-time driver from now

"I don’t need you to be my driver.

your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony if you

right away. Grandpa was too kind to him, and let

she hung up the phone with little

really Grandpa's

if you want others to look up to

rear of the car. She was a cleanliness

you can't arrive before 9 'clock, I deduct

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

had been alone in such a small space. She felt

the button and a loud

and sound

so

the main road. Suddenly he found he

to appear at this time at the

of trial and error, Jackson could tell

the car, rolled down the

me? I

the reflector and Jackson stepped

180 degrees, and the sudden twist made

the handrail,

Tell me if you can't drive.

small pop, and a bullet ripped

the

There was a sniper!

stepped on the pedal, turned the steering wheel again, and the car roared

thrown back, and a strong

her first thought was, this guy was really