Stay calm（2）

Alice Garcia was shocked and widened her eyes in disbelief. "How could it be John's people?"

"Because the person who testified was John," Carl replied.

Alice Garcia was so anxious that she paced around the room for a while before calming down. "You need to go to the United States immediately and tell Grace Hayes about this... Make sure she keeps this to herself."

Knowing how important this was, Carl nodded solemnly. "I understand."

After they discussed their plan of action, both of them were in a bad mood. Their plan was supposed to be perfect, but John had unexpectedly intervened.

"Is John still in love with Jane?" Carl wondered aloud. Otherwise, how could he divorce her and still help her? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he became increasingly anxious.

If that was really the case, how could he and Alice Garcia possibly compete with John?

The shadow of the beating he had received last time still lingered, and even thinking about it made his bones ache.

John was too scary.

Alice Garcia didn't like hearing this. "At the Flame Club last time, John watched her being taken into the bathroom by Gabriel Stone and didn't react at all. How could he still have feelings for her?"

If he really had feelings for her, he wouldn't have let another man take advantage of the woman he liked.

Carl breathed a sigh of relief at her words. "That's probably for the best."

"Alright, you should hurry up and book your plane ticket."

Jane hadn't figured out what to do yet when she received a message from John asking her to come see him immediately. He sent a location, a golf course.

When she arrived, John was playing golf with a business partner, wearing a white golf uniform, standing out from the others with his outstanding aura and height, towering over everyone else.

She hesitantly walked over, and he glanced at her, gesturing for her to go pick up balls for an executive. She looked down at her high heels, swallowing her discontent.

As they played, she continued to pick up balls under the scorching sun for hours, and her feet were covered in blisters by the end.

When it was over, the executive praised her for being capable and even invited her to play again next time. Jane's blisters hurt even more at the thought.

John sat elegantly under the shade drinking water, and after he finished, he coldly looked at her, "I said it was an accident in the elevator, why did you try to make it seem like something more?"

Jane's scalp tingled. This man was the type to seek revenge at all costs, and he must have seen what she wrote in the group chat and come to hold her accountable.

His level of torture was top-notch, silently making her nearly crippled.

Although her feet were in agony, she still stood up straight and said, "I was wrong."

They had a three-month contract, and she would do her best to live in peace with him.

John lifted his eyelids and looked in a certain direction, "We'll see how you perform."

Jane followed his gaze and saw Mark and Kevin coming with golf clubs, signaling for her to come pick up money. She pleaded with John for help, but he didn't seem to care.

She gritted her teeth, took off her high heels, and ran barefoot to pick up the money.

Mark and Kevin intentionally made it difficult for her, hitting the ball far away each time, and by the end, her blisters had burst and the soles of her feet were scraped raw from the gravel.

The three of them relaxed in the shade, while she still had dozens of scattered balls to pick up. Finally, when she finished, Mark casually approached her and asked with a mocking tone, "Miss Jane, do you think you can compare to Vivian West?"