Dangerous Woman Jesslyn's
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Time passed so quickly, that it did not feel three days they had searched every safe deposit box. However, only empty hope was obtained. It felt like giving up, but the move seemed to refuse to stop there.

Jessi and Nich, with the help of others, work together to find a storage bank that was established thirty years ago. A lot of papers were splattered in Nicholas' office, with his wife for three days searching for information while doing office work.

Repeatedly Jessi rubbed her hair. "Akh, why have so many banks been established since then, dear?"

Nich just smiled at the behavior of his wife who looks adorable when in this condition. "Go get some rest, Sweety! After this, I'll help you."

So upset Jessi even scatter all the paper on the table, to splatter everywhere. "I'm giving up!" The woman immediately threw herself on the long sofa of the room.

For three days, he was sleep-deprived from eager to find out, but only false hope was obtained. "Darling, where do you think Dad kept the important files? If the bank is close to the court or the residence is not there." Jessi tilted her body while holding her head with her right hand, looking fixed on her husband's face that looked very handsome while working. Wanted to take a break to close your eyes for a moment, but curiosity overcame everything.

The pen in the hand was put back by Nich, he linked the hands together to support his chin while thinking about what his wife said.

Handsome, very handsome, inner Jessi.

He immediately picked up the phone on the table. "Wait a minute, honey. Stay in that position, don't breathe!" Jessi took a picture of her husband, which she never did. Unknowingly her face smiled beautifully, letting out a happy twinkle. Repeatedly the photo was enlarged by him, to make Nicholas shook his head because of his wife's ridiculous behavior.

"Am I better looking in the picture, Sweety?" The woman seemed to consciously nod and sit back while remaining focused on the phone in her hand.

Slowly Nich stepped closer to Jessi. Sitting next to him while styling his wife's messy hair. "If you were them. Where do you think you're gonna keep it?"

For a moment Jessi put her phone back, thinking about what her husband said was reasonable. He imagined being in that position. "I'll keep it in the safest place. Where there is not a single person who is easy to find the item. What if it is so dangerous. "

The atmosphere was silent again as the two thought to each other. Until a while later, there was the sound of the snap of fingers from the fingers of the husband. They looked at each other with bulging eyes. "Maybe you kept it in a small, unspoiled bank of the upper class?"

Many times Jessi blinked her eyes, as if she could not believe what was on her mind. During this time, they had only been looking for a large bank that had stood since thirty years ago, but did not think for the small storage back then. It could even be that the place is closed now.

The papers in front of him were again picked up one by one, their fingers went through each sheet of paper carefully. Three small banks were found, which no longer operate.

"This, this, and this." Jessi shows three small banks located around Alexander's family home and the Prosecutor's Office. However, there was only one place that was already closed, but still received the pick-up of goods there.

"We're going there! Waita minute!" Nich signed the last few papers at the table and hurried off to leave the office with his wife.

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Another Bannerick Group, another with Jaguar Guard. A man on the grounds of going to hire a bodyguard tries to meet Jackson. Meeting with service user clients is his business, so that the man can directly talk to him.

He was escorted to the upper room by a worker at the place to go to Jackson's room. The employee in front of him opened the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Jack. There's a guest to meet."

"Send him in!" Jackson stood up from his chair to step onto the guest sofa in front greeting the guest.

His body stiffened instantly, when he saw a man with a face that could be said to be similar to him, it was just that the man might still be the same age as Patricia. He settled into the flat-faced young man, extending his hand, while his employees after delivering guests immediately left them both.

The baritone voice of the man in front of him resuscitated Jackson from the daydream directly. "Good afternoon, please sit down!"

They also sat opposite Jackson's gaze that still had not switched from him, making the man feel uncomfortable.

For a moment the man cleared his throat to neutralize the feeling and immediately expressed the intent of his arrival. "I just want to leave this to you. Please open it for yourself!" He handed Jerry a chocolate envelope and immediately walked away without permission or waiting for a response.

Jackson frowned looking at the brown envelope on the table, his feelings saying a bad thing about it. Slowly he began to stretch out his hand, the ceramic flat object with a racing heart and mixed feelings.

Open the envelope slowly, until it begins to look photos that make his eyes turn red instantly. A woman with an unkempt tangle, even covered in both hands and feet.

Jackson's hands shook violently at that. A warm turn seemed to gather in the corner of his eyes, preparing to rain down on his cheeks at any time. He immediately ran out, trying to chase and search for the man who conveyed the message, to the bottom of the building.

"Where was that guy?" jackson asked an employee who had delivered the man.

"No idea, Sir. Weren't you in your room."

His steps immediately moved away from the building, looking around for where the man had gone. Like a Jackson man looking to the right and left. But alas, he had disappeared like he had swallowed the earth.

"Well!" Anger that erupted, making the man ruffled his own hair violently. "Damn!"

Repeatedly he cursed in annoyance while continuing to step in search of the whereabouts of the man. However, the result remained the same, not even a trace of it was visible to him. "Damn!"

Jackson frowned as he looked back at the image in his arms and read every word that was written behind him with trembling hands and a crimson face. The message was a threat to him.

I don't know who sent the man, but he wanted a treasonous exchange for Jessi for the freedom of his mother who was in his grasp. Jackson squeezed the photo to formless.

How could he exchange the lady for his mother. On one side Jessi is a wandering angel to her family. Another place where a mother who went twenty-five years is still waiting to be saved.

A sense of worry raged in the mind of the man. Didn't expect him to be presented between two difficult choices. Should Jackson betray Jessi? Or let her mother die?

To Be Continue's....

Hello loyal readers friends.

It looks like next episode will only have serious conflicts. How are you ready yet?

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