Chapter 17 Did He Recognize the Wrong Person
Shut up and drive!”
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Sabrina leaned against the seat with her eyes closed, Jeffrey turned to glance at her a few times, He wanted to say something but worried that he might disturb her
rest
Once they reached home, Sabrina dragged her exhausted and battered body upstairs.
“Subd ”
“Don’t talk to her. Let her rest.”
Then, Zayn dragged jeffrey to one of the rooms on the fast floor. “We should use this opportunity to rest as well. We’ve been sitting for the entire night, you know. 1 feel so sore all over.”
After all, Sabrina was extremely tightening if she didn’t get enough rest
“Ugh.”
It was almost noon when jordan woke up. He lifted a hand to massage his throbbing temple when he remembered something.
His sharp eyes flow open instantly as he tumed to look at the spot next to him subconsciously.
It was empty. The woman was nowhere to be found. All he saw was his clothes being strewn across the floor. All clues pointing to the woman were already gone. Had Jordan not experienced last night for himself, he’d have thought that he had imagined the whole thing.
He placed a phone call immediately. “Have a set of clothes delivered to The Crown.”
Half an hour later, Addian walked into the room with the clothes in hand. He was stunned when he noticed the strewn clothes all over the floor
“Did something happen hers, Mr. Ford?
Jordan snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray before tuming around. He was still bare chested at that time, so Adrian could see the obvious scratch marks and love bites littered across his chest, arms, and neck
He began putting on his clothes coolly before buttoning his shirt up to cover everything
“I want you to find out who drugged me last night”
Three years ago, Jordan’s business rival had plotted against him by dogging him Now, three years later, someone was actually bold enough to replicate that.
Adrian had never seen Jordan’s expression this story before. He immediately accepted his orders and went to check out the security footage.
It was then be found out that someone had tampered with the footage, for there wasn’t any footage of where Jordan was drugged. He tried to track down the hacker by following the clues, but his laptop gor infected with a vines instead.
Poor Adrian had to update porcian on the progress, knowing that he’d definitely risk facing the latter’s wrath by doing so
“Mr. Ford, someone hacked into the surveillance system of the clubhouse this morning. The footage concerning the time frame you got drugged as well as the person leaving your room this moning have been deleted by that hacker. They most likely don’t want you to find out who the woman is.
“I tried to perform reverse–tracking on the hacker by using the tracks they left behind, but… it turns out that my skills inferior to theirs.” “You useless piece of shit!” Jordan’s expression darkened even more. “Find a professional hacker and get the security footage restored then!”
He wanted to see who on earth was bold enough to plot against him in omsey. Also, the woman he was with last night felt extremely familiar for some reason. The overall feeling he derived from last night’s passionate encounter was the same as the night he had gone through three years ago. He simply couldn’t have enough of her
Jordan’s phone rang at that moment. He noticed Valerie’s name flashing on the screen. He hesitated for a moment before picking up the call.
“Jordan, where are you? Last night, you didn’t.” Valerie probed gently,
Jordan initially thought that Valente was the woman who had slept with him last night, but Miracle Ductor’s diagnosts as well as Valerie’s question made him realize that the woman last night wasn’t Valerie at all
He replied casually to avoid giving himself away, “I wasn’t feeling well last night, so i went home in advance. Sorry for not telling you about it.” Valerie was relieved. It turned out that jordan had gone home last night, she was worried that other women had swooped in and slept with him. Thinking that Jordan was strong–willed enough to resist the drugs effects, Valede let out a sighat relief.
She teplied v
i with a soft smile, “I’m tine. Mr. Lance was the one who drove me back to the hospital. I got super worried about you when I couldn’t reach you on the phone at all.”
“I see. I still have work to do. When I have some free time, I’ll visit you at the hospital.”
Valerie teplied merkly, “Okay.”
After ending the call, Jordan’s expression tumed cold. If his overall impression of last night’s passionate encounter was to be trusted, that meant the woman who had sex with him there years ago might not be Valerie at all.
Did he get the wrong person? But when he woke up that day, he had seen Valerie sobbing her heart out in her disheveled state.
