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After receiving a cell phone call that night, Belle started overthinking. However, instead of feeling afraid of the warning, Belle was excited again to have a hope for Jordan's return.
Belle continued to cry in disbelief that Jordan was still alive. Even though this was just Belle's conjecture, someone who gave her a warning had opened a new hope for Belle.
***
“Bell'z Group Headquarters”
Belle was trying to trace the number that had called her. However, the number could not be found, because the user used a private number that was not detected by Belle herself. Maybe, Belle needs the services of a hacker.
Knock...Knock...Knock...
Jackson came back to Belle's main office, and certainly not empty.
“Good afternoon, Miss Izabelle.” Jackson said with a handsome smiling face.
Belle desperately wanted to tell her about someone's warning against her. However, seeing all the attention and care from Jackson, made Belle reluctant to speak. Belle felt it was unnecessary, and Belle could still handle the problem for now.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Jackson.” Belle replied with a smiling face and immediately walked away from her desk.
“How are you today?” Jackson asked while offering him the snacks he had brought.
“Everything is under control, sir. How about your job sir?” Belle replied.
“Everything is fine, but this weekend I have to go to South Korea, on business. I hope you see my mom and dad more often. Don't you mind?”
“Of course not, sir.”
“Thank you, Isabelle. You can also stay at my parents' mansion, if you want.”
“Ah, no need to bother sir. I'm going to the mansion with Miss Ji.”
“Are you doing well all this time?” asked Jackson with a worried face.
“I'm fine, sir.”
---”It seems, Mr. Jackson has received another threat from that terrorist... Really pity, Mr. Jackson, his soul must have been shaken...”--- thought Belle.
When things weren't good, Jackson still had time to worry about Belle.
“I'm pleased to hear it. Can you accompany me to find a gift, to give to the wife of my client in South Korea? Sorry if it bothered you. Because, I guess… women must understand each other, right?”
“No problem. I'm ready any time.”
“How about this afternoon, we're going to have dinner out.”
“Well. Sir.”
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N-Y Shopping Center.
From late afternoon until late at night, Jackson and Belle continued to walk through the biggest shopping center in New York City.
Jackson looks very happy today, because Belle is willing to accompany him to shop for women's goods.
“Are you hungry?” asked Jackson, when they had just finished shopping.
“I think I'm getting hungry.” Belle said with a blush on her face.
“Okay. We're having dinner.” Jackson grabbed Belle's hand, but Belle seemed reluctant to accept Jackson's hand.
However, some paparazzi came to immortalize their togetherness, it made Belle shocked. Belle is still traumatized by the media crew.
“Are you, Mr. Jackson Heron, the eldest Son of the conglomerate Heron Family?” asked one member of the reporters.
Meanwhile, people finally realized that they were Jackson, the first son of the Heron family. The situation began to get a little crowded, journalists also continued to arrive.
“Aren't you Miss Izabelle, the woman who failed to marry Mr. Jordan Heron. The youngest son of the Heron Family? Why can Miss be together with their first son?”
“Is this what they call getting out of bed? Mr. Jackson took Mr. Jordan's place?”
Question after question which was quite surprising just appeared, Belle had also started to break out in a cold sweat.
Jackson desperately grabbed Belle's hand, and also embraced Belle in his arms.
“We're in a hurry. Ah, I'm really sorry, for not being able to answer all of your questions.” Jackson said with a gentle smile on his face.
“Ah, Mr. Jackson is very polite and charismatic, isn't he?” said some of the women who were there.
“Mr. Jackson, we beg you to give us a little of your free time. Just a little bit.” Said one of the chief journalists.
Coincidentally, the chief reporter was an old acquaintance of Jackson's, and a person who was quite good at covering stories about his family.
“Right now, we are just friends. However, in the future, I can't guarantee.” Jackson said. Of course, his statement raised many more questions in people's heads.
“So, one might say, that to have a relationship, it's also possible, sir, Miss?”
“We'll just have to wait and see when the best time comes.” Jackson said, and hurried away from there.
The dinner plan failed, due to the arrival of journalists, even paparazzi who had taken every moment of their togetherness at that time.
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While on the way, Belle looked very shocked, especially with all the surprising questions.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to be presumptuous. It's just that it's the best way to get rid of the reporters.” Jackson said, calming Belle.
“Thank you sir. Master has protected me, I am very surprised.” Belle said with her body still shaking.
“I will do anything to protect you.” Jackson said in a soft voice.
Hearing Jackson's words, Belle calmed down a little. The way Jackson treats Belle, is really gentle and caring. Any woman, will melt at Jackson's charm. However, it wasn't easy for Belle.
***
Somewhere, sat a man while pressing a cigarette butt into an ashtray. Clenching his hands, while watching the news about Jackson and Belle together.
There came a woman who looked completely open, even almost showing her blood nipples.
“I told you, no… That woman isn't as nice as she looks. That sly way is clever enough to melt the hearts of rich men.” Said the woman as she knelt in front of the man while stroking the two wide open thighs of the man.
“You, want this, don't you?” said the woman, then boldly squeezed the man's mr.P.
“You really want to be a slave in my bed?” asked the man with a sharp look, and gritted his teeth.
The woman nodded approvingly and looked very happy.
“Even if you ask me to continue to be naked for you, of course I will, my lord...” Said the woman with a happy face.
“Satisfy me.” The man's orders.
The woman also performed oral sex, devouring the man's mr.P with full hunger and thirst.
Slruppphhh hhh... Ahhh...
The man gripped the shoulders of the sofa he was sitting on, while feeling the sensation of pleasure made by the woman.
“My lord, don't want to enter mine? I'm still a virgin, sir...” Said the woman with a blush.
The man looked at her, the woman laughed.
“I am kidding. Even if I'm not a virgin anymore... Then, what's the difference between me and that sneaky bitch?” Said the woman, then she straddled wide. She plays her mrs.V by using a sex aid, or let's call it a sex toy.
Ah... Hmmmmm...
The woman's saliva kept dripping, while she was masturbating herself. However, the man did not seem to enjoy the woman's hot activities. Pris was just imagining Belle swaying violently on top of him.
Ah, who is this cold man?
Then, who is this woman who is thirsty for desire, even seems to know and hate Belle?
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