Thomas Shannon paused and then added, "She is confident in herself."
Because she didn’t seem to care about Amelia Shaw at all.
It’s unknown where her mysterious confidence comes from.
Thomas Shannon considered it carefully. He had probably been the one to give it to her.
"Oh right, have you taken care of the last thing I asked you to do?"
Thomas Shannon leaned against the chair back, lazily puffing out smoke.
Charlie River asked, "Are you talking about Young Master Guillen’s matter?"
"Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of," Charlie River said. "But what does Young Master Guillen need those drugs for?"
William Guillen didn’t touch drugs; Charlie River knew that. However, William Guillen hadn’t explicitly said why he suddenly wanted them.
The Imperial City, under the cover of nightfall, was brightly lit with countless neon lights.
Ever since their last encounter, Fluffy Zane had a good impression of Jim Jones.
Gentle, courteous, and most importantly, Fluffy Zane felt no burden being with him.
It was as if they were old friends, getting along so naturally. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
After leaving the cinema, there was still time. Fluffy Zane suddenly wanted to drink.
So she suggested, "Jim Jones, why don’t we go for a drink?"
Jim Jones was noncommittal, just gently gazing at her with a smile in his eyes, "Do you trust me that much? Aren’t you afraid I have ill intentions towards you?"
"You’re not anyone else; you’re Jim Jones, so I trust you." Fluffy Zane hadn’t forgotten that both families knew each other. Even if he had the guts, he would still have to consider the feelings of both families’ parents. Moreover, she truly believed he wasn’t that kind of person. Some people might look respectable, but they were actually beasts in disguise. But Jim Jones was different.
Fluffy Zane believed that he was different; his gentleness seemed to come from his bones, deeply ingrained in his being.
"Drinking is fine, but girls shouldn’t drink too much. A cup or two is best." Jim Jones raised his hand and brushed the hair away from her cheek. "If you agree, I’ll take you."
This was the first time a man had advised her not to drink too much, that just a drink or two would be best. She couldn’t help but think of Lan Singh... Even when socializing at banquets, he had never reminded her that she was a girl and didn’t need to drink too much. Nor would he have cared if she got drunk or if drinking too much would hurt her. That was the difference between love and lack of love, wasn’t it? Only someone who truly cared about you would think from your perspective and consider your feelings. For someone who didn’t love you, what did your life or death have to do with them?
Jim Jones took her to a nearby bar, and they both sat at the bar counter, ordering two cocktails.
Cool lights, deafening music, and a crowd of partygoers.
Fluffy Zane held her cocktail, sipped it leisurely, and watched the men and women partying on the dance floor.
Jim Jones noticed her expression and moved closer to her, "Want to dance?"
Jim Jones put down his glass, extended his hand, and Fluffy Zane smiled, placing her hand in his palm.
They entered the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm of the music.
Fluffy Zane’s figure was enchanting, and as soon as she stepped onto the dance floor, some men with ulterior motives started watching her.
They moved closer to her under the guise of dancing.
Fluffy Zane danced with her whole heart, completely losing herself in the moment, while Jim Jones could only help drive away those ill-intentioned men for her.
After dancing for half an hour, Fluffy Zane got tired and dragged Jim Jones out of the dance floor.