Chapter 0741: I'm not worse than Joseph Thompson, am I

In the wee hours, the sound of footsteps in the doorway startled the half-asleep Jaylene Ziel awake. She immediately opened her eyes, and when she saw Hendrick Crawford walking in, her heart was suddenly stuck in her throat again.

She didn't guess wrong; the William Davis in the maid's mouth was indeed the singer Hendrick Crawford.

At this moment, Hendrick Crawford no longer seemed like a smiling singer but a man radiating dangerous signals all over his body.

"Hendrick Crawford, what do you want to do?" Jaylene asked, trying to stay calm. In reality, her fingers had involuntarily clenched into fists, and her palms were sweaty.

Watching Hendrick Crawford approaching her step by step, it felt as if each step was not on the floor but on her heart.

In the blink of an eye, Hendrick Crawford had walked up to her. His well-maintained celebrity face hovered above hers, and the warm breath he exhaled sprayed on Jaylene's face.