Several bodyguards looked at each other, not knowing whether they should say yes or not.
"What, can't even tell the difference between someone from the Jones Family and an outsider?" Jay said in a deep voice.
"Didn't help Rachel, it's just to give you guys a charge of dereliction of duty, I'll plead for you, maybe you can still stay and continue working.
But if you don't help me, I'll have plenty of opportunities to fire you, and even make it impossible for you to get mixed up in the whole Weskiney.
How you want to choose, you see for yourselves!"
When the bodyguards heard this, they didn't dare to be ambiguous anymore.
We are listening to you, Mr. Jay. Don't worry, we will go back now.
"Very good." Jay said with a nod.
After the bodyguards left, Jay made another call out.
"Auntie, Rachel is ready to wreak havoc at the birthday party tonight, and I have to gain their trust, so it's time to expose Rachel." Jay said.
The caller disagreed ten thousand times, "Once you're exposed, Sebastian will suspect you, no way."
"Don't worry auntie, I won't let Rachel open her mouth to reveal who I am." Jay replied, "Wouldn't it be easy for her to be a mute?"
"...... As long as it doesn't interfere with the plan, you're on your own." The man on the other end of the phone compromised.
Jay then went about his plans with confidence.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the evening.
Rachel changed into her own specially bought from Paris breasted cream-colored evening dress, set off a slender but plump and material, two arms over the silk made decorations, and a few more teenage playfulness.
It is really beautiful that people can not move their eyes.
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