A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan was on the way back to the villa when Laura called him and said Kate went out after a call and had not come back yet. Tristan’s scalp jumped, and he called Kate, but the phone did not ring.

His first reaction was that the little thing was playing a new trick, but the next moment he called his secretary to check Kate’s call record. He had a bad presentiment.

In a private room of the club, Jessie leaned on a couch. There were bottles and a big bowl of fruit salad on the table.

On the TV screen, Celine Dion was singing, “When I was young, I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are gone. Living alone, I think of all the friends I’ve known. But when I dial the telephone, Nobody’s home. All by myself. I don’t wanna be all by myself anymore. All by myself. Don’t wanna live all by myself anymore.”

The door was pushed open, and somebody walked in.

He walked to her and bent down, “Jessica.” And he blamed her with care, “How could you do this to yourself. Drink so many bottles? Bad for your throat.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jessie looked up, “It is you.”

“Disappointed?” Owen sat down by her side, turned off the TV, and said, “He doesn’t deserve you.”

The phone on the table vibrated, and Owen saw it, hanging up secretly.

Jessie didn’t notice and leaned on his shoulder, “Why is it that every time I meet you, I get misfortune?”

“Because I am always by your side.”

The phone rang again, and Owen simply shut it down.

“Come on. I will send you back home.”

“No, I am not going back. It is cold at home.”

“OK. I will stay here with you.” He patted her back and combed her hair smooth, like treating a princess.

Owen had loved this princess, but she was shedding tears for another and giving her heart to this person who had trodden on it. How could he not hold a grudge?

In silence, the door opened again.

A man in black came with freezing air. His face was darker than the night.

Jessie, who had almost fallen asleep in Owner’s arms, seemed to have sensed him and raised her head. She opened her eyes suddenly, “Tristan?”

Tristan walked close and asked expressionlessly, “Where is she? Where did you take Kate?”

Jessie prevaricates with the help of alcohol, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Owen didn’t know what had happened between them. Seeing Tristan taking up a half-empty bottle of wine, he stood up to defend Jessie, “What are you going to do? Don’t go too far.”

Tristan put the bottle down and said, “Then wake her up in your way.”

While the two men were in a stalemate, Jessie seemed to wake up and smiled. “Oh, I see. You are referring to that idiot. I threw her into the sea to feed the sharks.”

Tristan squinted, “I’ll ask you again. Where is she?”

Jessie hiccupped and said, “You are a capable person. You find her yourself.”

Tristan pressed his lips together as if to suppress his anger and said calmly, “Jessie, I told you not to bother her. What you did today, whether she will be OK or not, we are over.”

Tristan walked out of the room and took out his cell phone, and called, “Ed, get you men together. Jessie took Kate to God knows where. Search along the coast.”

The other side of the phone cried, “Jessie took revenge? I have said…”

“Shut up. And get going ASAP.”

“OK.”

After hanging up the phone, Tristan came to the parking lot.

It took him a long time to locate his car. He sat in it, took a deep breath, and forcefully composed himself. Kate should be OK. Jessie didn’t have the nerve to kill a person. She at most vented her anger and put somebody in a difficult situation.

And then he blamed Kate for being so stupid not being able to see through Jessie. Even a child was more mature than she was. After he found her, he had to teach her a lesson to keep him worried all the time.

His car headed to the road, and he was at a loss as to where to go.

The radio was warning that there would be a snowstorm tonight and asked drivers to keep safe. His hand grabbing the steering wheel clenched tighter, and the veins bulge.

He got Ed’s report from time to time. Somewhere, not found; somewhere, not found… His response was to keep on looking.

It was the depths of winter, and the night was extremely cold. The sea wind was as sharp as a blade. One could freeze to death. Besides, in the darkness and in wild places, who might she encounter?

Tristan sighed and thought, as long as Kate was OK, he would forgive her.