My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1359

Chapter 1359 I Will Ruin You
Charlotte watched in astonishment as the Mercedes-Benz drove away, feeling both angry and wronged. She complained that Jerry was so rude; even if she had been too blunt in the morning, could he really just leave her by the side of the road?

Charlotte was freezing and quickly jogged to the parking lot by the roadside to find her sports car. Once she got in, she finally started to feel much warmer.

She had just tossed her bag onto the passenger seat when her phone, which had bounced out, lit up.

The phone call was from Jessica. Without waiting for Charlotte to speak, Jessica could hardly conceal her excitement as she whispered, “Lottie, Mr. Gaudette is dead.”

Upon hearing this, Charlotte froze in surprise.

As soon as Joash drove the car into the underground garage of the apartment, Jerry's phone lit up.

He rubbed his tired eyes, and upon seeing the caller ID, his gaze dimmed slightly. Then, he answered the call and held the phone to his ear. After a moment, he responded with a faint “Mm-hmm.”

After hanging up the phone, he said to Joash, who was about to get out of the car, “Take me to the airport.”

At two-thirty in the morning, Jerry's private jet arrived at Xedells Airport. The temperature in Xedells was minus five or six degrees, even colder than Jadeborough. Outside the airport, it was pitch black, creating a somewhat frightening atmosphere.

Around four o'clock, the car that came to pick up Jerry at the airport dropped him off at the Pann family's residence.

After getting out of the car, Jerry stepped into the surprisingly large building before him, which was a fusion of Chinese and Western architecture. He walked through several corridors and, after a few minutes, entered the living room.

The living room was brightly lit, with only a middle-aged man present.

A middle-aged man sat in a wooden armchair, sipping his coffee. He exuded an air of authority without showing anger, his eyes sharp and filled with a hint of menace. His facial features subtly resembled those of Jerry.

He was like a finely honed blade, with a single gentle stroke, it seemed as if he could even slice through a person's soul.

As Jerry walked in, he stopped several meters away from the man, eyes downcast and silent. Meanwhile, the man in the wooden armchair put down his cup and asked, “Is it cold in Jadeborough?”