Thinking that, Jaina laughed self-deprecatingly again. "Who would dare tell me if I had crow's feet?"
This kind of insensible person wouldn't live for long.
Suddenly, her hand paused at the corner of her eye.
In the mirror in front of her, there was her, and … a man slowly walking out of the darkness.
"Jonathan?" she murmured, but there was a tremor in her voice.
She slowly put down her hand and turned around to look at the man in the suit who was five meters away. "Are you here to kill me?"
Luke said calmly with a Glock in his hand, "Yes."
Jaina chuckled. "That's true. Apart from that, you can't be here to visit me, can you? Even if we're old friends. "
Luke felt a little awkward.
Actually, there was something between Jaina and John.
Of course, Jaina had taken the initiative, and John hadn't accepted it.
It had to be said that it was really too much for a man to be too handsome.
Jaina was also smart and capable. She had the support of the Camorra family, a super second-generation lady. Her appearance and figure were above average. Coupled with the unique charm of an Italian woman, her overall qualities were not inferior to those of the upper class in New York.
But John just wasn't interested in her.
Jaina even took the initiative to create an opportunity to "be honest with him," but he simply said "sorry" and turned around to leave.
What was even more frightening was that Jaina, who had a bad temper, didn't bother him after the incident.
A handsome and capable person could do whatever they wanted.
Even now, Luke could sense through Mental Connection that Jaina was very scared, but also very resentful.
She stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly reached behind her and unzipped her fishtail dress. "I heard that you fell in love with a woman and quit for her. I thought you'd never point a gun at me, even if I dreamed about it many times. "
She took off the straps of her dress and let it slide to her waist. "But why? Why did you still show up?"
At this point, she exerted force with both hands and removed the dress that was stuck at her waist.
Luke's eyes flickered. "The blood oath badge. Someone took it and found me. "
Jaina paused for a moment. She raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin from her bun, letting her long, wavy black hair fall down. "Who is it?"
Luke said, "Your brother, Santino."
But he muttered to himself, Doesn't she know that her brother, Santino, helped John complete the exit mission? That shouldn't be possible.
After all, Santino had used a lot of the Camorra's resources to help. Jaina and John had a little bit of a love-hate relationship, so how could she not know?
Jaina's hand that was holding the hairpin stopped. "Yes, of course it's him."
After staring at him blankly for a moment, she suddenly shouted, "But why didn't you come to me? Is asking me for help so unbearable for you? "
Luke understood now.
Reality was not for girls.
Between Jaina and John, it was impossible for things to go on like "The Domineering Heiress Falls in Love with the Cool Him".
Getting entangled with this kind of second generation Young Miss of the Night Clan would only lead to death.
In order to marry his beloved girlfriend, John chose to quit a few years ago and stay away from the promising profession of an assassin.
He dared to ask Jaina for help? That would be because his wife's life was too long.
Fine, John's wife escaped death, but she didn't live for long. She died of cancer not long ago.
So, he had to be a good person!
Thinking about all this, he didn't answer Jaina.
There was nothing Luke could say.
This was all John's fault. Why should he help that guy clean up the mess?
More importantly, he was only nineteen and a half years old, and still a child.
This big sister in front of him … couldn't be provoked, couldn't be provoked!
Looking at him, Jaina sneered. Holding the hairpin in her hand, she walked up to the stone platform and stepped into the bath. She then turned around and stood still. "I won't die at anyone's hands. I, Jaina D 'Antonio, will only die in my own way."
As she spoke, she cut her left wrist with the hairpin in her right hand, and dark red blood instantly gushed out.
Luke: "… Well, actually, we can talk again."
Jaina was stumped. "What?"
Luke was deep in thought. "What if I'm willing to help you kill Santino?"
Jaina was really stumped this time. After a few seconds, she asked in disbelief, "Really?"
"Really." Luke nodded helplessly.
After a brief silence, Jaina suddenly lunged at him with a smile. "You still can't bear for me to die, right?"
Frustrated, Luke grabbed her left hand. "Before we talk about that, shouldn't we stop the bleeding first? Otherwise, this will be considered suicide, right? "
Jaina was stunned. Looking at the blood flowing out of her left hand, she finally came back to herself. "Bedroom. There's a first aid kit in my bedroom, right?"
A few minutes later, Luke calmly sat on the bed and treated Jaina's wound. He heard her murmur, "I don't want to die. I still want to give birth to your child and make him the next head of the Camorra family. Then, I can travel the world with you …"
Save it! Sis. Luke chuckled inwardly.
Jaina had lost too much blood, which had caused her to be in a slight delirium.
This woman was truly ruthless. She had cut the artery in her wrist with the hairpin's blade, and then nagged at him for a long time.
Of course, her condition wasn't life-threatening. A small amount of blood loss was common for women, and she would only be weak for a day or two at most.
She was just using this opportunity to confess to a certain cold and handsome man.
But I'm really just a child!
Luke was helpless.
…
Ten minutes later, a tall and strong African American man entered the bedroom. He looked at them with an awkward expression. "John, are you working?"
Luke was reading a book on the sofa with his legs crossed.
On the sofa next to him was Jaina, whose head was leaning against him.
Luke said, "Yes."
The African American man asked, "Is everything going well?"
Luke closed the book in his hand and put it on the coffee table. "That depends on Jaina, Cassian."
Stunned, Cassian looked at Jaina, who was lying on the bed. "Miss?"
Jaina stretched out a hand. "Help me up."
Luke wanted to roll his eyes, but Cold-Faced John wouldn't have that kind of expression.
So, he silently reached out and helped her up, who was still in her nightgown.
In the end, the woman shot him a resentful look. She was very dissatisfied with how distant he was.
Luke said, "… Can we get down to business? I'm afraid we don't have much time left. "
Jaina glared at him. "Tell me. I'll sit in. Cassian will cooperate with you."
Even with Cassian's calm temperament, he couldn't help but scratch his head. It was over! It seemed that his big sister was going to be stupid again! Is Night Demon a man you can handle? Haven't you had enough of last time?
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
