Boss's Sweet Secretary
Chapter 33: Punishing Playboy
"Hansy... Don't go."
Rose grimaced looking at her hand as feverish Jennifer almost crushed her hand. She couldn't help but complain, " You come to my house to eat and drink my food, I even let you sleep in my bed, but you are still thinking about another man. You are so heartless."
The mobile phone on the carpet by her side had stopped ringing. Hans had always thought that he was better than everyone else. Rose thought that it was nothing short of a miracle that he would even call her three times.
As Rose's home was shrouded in sadness, on the other side of California, in a famous hotel apartment, a tall and lanky man had just returned from the concert today, and he looked tired.
For so many years, he had been working hard abroad and he finally had the ability to be financially independent of his family. He wanted to come back and be with Jennifer at all costs, but things didn't go his way. When he came back, she was no longer there.
His agent, Bastain and his assistant moved the gifts from the fans to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was especially eye-catching. It was a huge black box as tall as a person, and it required two assistants to carry in.
Bastain's eagle eye noticed the logo on the black box. "Wow, is this a musical instrument sent by a rich fan? This brand is 100% hand-made and it's not cheap. They only make a few instruments each year."
The female assistant smiled and shook her head. "These fans, when they like you, they will give you everything. But they can also be cruel beyond your imagination."
Bastain knew what she was talking about. He let out a hollow laugh and turned to open the black box.
The masterfully made guitar looked particularly grandeur in the black wooden box, revealing its classical elegance.
"Jackson, come and have a look. This is a really good guitar."
Jackson was also a musical instrument lover. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. At that time, he left in a hurry and did not have time to buy it. When he returned, the shop had already sold it. Now it suddenly appeared here, and he had no idea who went through all these troubles for him.
His vexation seemed to have subsided a little. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box, reaching out to touch the smooth strings of the guitar.
"Bastain, check which fan sent it and pay them back."
After all, it was worth tens of thousands of dollars. He couldn't let his fans spend that money.
them their money back. Don't you remember that wealthy fan in America that sent
was in a daze
fans were still too young, so it was easy for them to get obsessed with someone and do something irrational. After all, they were
The female assistant sighed.
car was nothing. I think the fans now are worse. Remember the woman Jackson hugged at the last concert? She
to gesture her to stop talking, but Jackson already heard every single word
suddenly stood up straight and glanced at the assistant and
female assistant glanced at Bastain, who was desperately signalling her
did they do to Jennifer?" Jackson's voice
and avoided Jackson's gaze. "It's getting late. Go to bed early and keep
tighten and Jackson pulled him up by the collar of his shirt till he was barely standing on the ground. The anger in Jackson's eyes was petrifying. He looked like a devil since his eyes were red from
knew about
do with us...
said intermittently, "The fans decided to find out who she was... They found her workplace
in the same high school and Jennifer pursued him the whole time. He did not dare to
loosened his grip and let Bastain
and coughed for a long time, unable to shake away the chilliness in his
wanted to say something, but when she met with Jackson
the black box. Out of anger, he grabbed the guitar and threw it
table and the guitar were damaged, leaving the shattered guitar and
precious masterpiece was ruined
of his mouth were twitching. He could not help but
glared at him
opened his mouth but didn't dare
schedule," he said before entering
for