Jason was annoyed by him. He reached out to touch his pocket and found that the wallet had been thrown in the car. There was no money with him except for the mobile phone. All this was because of Nova!
He gritted his teeth and said, "You go to H. Group and say my name, Jacob Chapman. Then someone will be in charge of this fee, so fucking let go of me!"
"No, I can't let go!" The security guard was so scared that his hands were shaking. He said with accent, "I don't know Jacob Chapman, dude, don't lie to me!"
There were veins swelled on Jason's forehead.
"What the hell can I lie to you for? Let go, my wife is gone!"
The security still refused to let go, "Hey, dude, we can't be so untruthful. Look at you, there is no girl around you. You can't fool me just because I'm from the countryside."
Jason was about to lose his temper. He held his forehead and asked in a low voice, "Then what do you want to do?"
“I don’t know. You can’t leave anyway.”
Jason felt speechless. He took out his cell phone and dialed Eric’s phone number. As a result, there was no one to answer. Jason gave an abuse. Seeing the security guard’s apparently disbelieving eyes, he suddenly felt helpless. Damn! Jason wondered why he would regard him as a liar! Unbelievable!
“Jacob?”
Suddenly someone behind him called his name softly, Jason frowned and turned to see Isabelle slowly walking towards him holding her dress.
In the Rolls Royce.
Jason drove the car with no expression, and there was silence along the way. Isabelle turned her head to look at him quietly, and then asked softly after a long time, "Jacob, how have you been all these years?"
“Not bad.” The car turned a corner, and Jason said flatly.
“Thank you for the thing just now.”
"You don't need to say thank you to me."
Isabelle sighed slightly, and there was another silence.
"Your fiancée is very beautiful."
“Thanks.”
Jason slightly smiled with his eyes became gentle.
Although it was only a moment, Isabelle could see it clearly. She clenched her fingers slightly, and asked, "When will you get married?"
“Next month.”
“Congratulations.”
Isabelle squeezed out a smile and asked softly, "You marry so hastily. Is it because of the pressing of your family?"
“No one presses me.”
He did everything voluntarily. She almost forgot that no one could force him to do anything. Many years before, he was willing to do anything voluntarily for her, either.
"What about you, what are you going to do after returning?"
Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and continued, "My brother is gone. Grandpa said that you are now free, and the Chapman family will not force you. If you..."
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