Sexy Bodyguard Jack
The theatrical...?

Saved video.

I recorded the three men with my cell phone and sent the video to Bang Jack. I wish Bang Jack recognized all three of them even though the video I sent was unclear because Justin drove his car fast enough to make my recording unstable.

《 Those two people who kidnapped me from the apartment. And the other one, wearing a black jacket, he was one of three people who took me from the first kidnapper and took me to Mr. Johnson. But why do the three of them look familiar now? Are they friends? And... You understand, don't you mean my question?

My Whatsapp was sent and the green container appeared after a few seconds.

》 Don't need to be discussed now. I'll find out the truth. Focus on your mom's birthday. Okay. Be careful wherever you are. Don't discuss this with anyone.

Drrrt. A phone call came in from James.

"Ha-hello," I said after shifting the call option.

"Rose, did you send the video to Jack? Where did you get that video from?"

"A-anu, I. I recorded it live. I saw them on the side of the road, in front of the hotel."

"Are they the ones who kidnapped you back then? They just came in and worked for Papa."

But I don't trust you, James. It could be that you yourself are the mastermind of my kidnapping and then you appear and act like a super hero in front of me. "Oh? I see," I said carefully. "So they are now with Mr. Johsnon's men."

"Yes. He said they're out of that shabby alley. But I don't know the truth either. May they go into Papa's business to ask you and Jack? It could be, right?"

Hmm... does he want to make me more confused or is he telling the truth? Did he really not know about my kidnapping back then?

"Rose, honey, you take it easy, yeah. I'm gonna find out about this. You careful. Don't go anywhere without a bodyguard. They should always be near you. Relax, yes, honey, yes. You must be safe, really."

Oh my God. Who should I trust?

"Hello, honey, you're okay, right?"

I cleared my throat slowly. "Yes" I said. "I'm not okay. I'll be careful."

"Thank God then."

"Yes, My James."

"Oh yes, dear, then don't forget to say hello to Mama. I'm sorry, too, I can't celebrate his birthday."

"Yes, My James, I'll tell you later. Oh yeah, thanks for the birthday present and cake. Mama would be so happy."

"Yes, you're welcome, sweetheart. Take good care of yourself, yes. I love you."

Hmm. I took a deep breath. "I. I'm sorry, My James. I'm. I'm still...."

James laughed happily across the street. "I understand, really. I thank you for trying to repay my love. Thank you, yes, dear."

"Em, equally. Thank you also for understanding me."

Ah, time feels like a long time running. I hope James disconnects his phone soon.

"Yes, Honey. You're welcome."

"Em."

"I hung up, yeah."

"Yes. Please."

"Kissed it?"

"Eh?"

"Please?"

"Emm. but...."

"I beg you?"

"My James, I...."

"Rose's my submissive wife, right? Please... yeah?"

"alright. All right, My James. Emm. emm."

Argha! The man laughed happily. It sucks!

"Thank you, honey. Emmuachian. Yea...."

Goddamnit! You sick man! It sucks! Childish! You're pissing me off, James Harding....