chapter 34 Asked me if I agreed?

Early in the morning, Amira visited the Griffith Family. "Amira, don't you have classes today?" Violet asked while eating breakfast. "No classes this morning." Amira, holding Violet's wrist, coaxed, "Violet, we haven't gone out together for so long. I'm free today, can you accompany me to the mall, please?" "Hey, hey, stop shaking, you're spilling the porridge," Violet scolded gently. Letting go of Violet's wrist, Amira looked around, "Eh, Violet, where's Mr. Jackson?" "He must be training bodyguards. According to the time, he should be back soon," Violet replied. "Training bodyguards? Last time at the hospital, he said he would teach me self-defense!" Amira remembered and huffed. After the training, Mr. Jackson didn't have a single drop of sweat and looked as usual, leaving the accompanying bodyguards astounded. It's notable that Mr. Jackson led them in jogging and frog jumps without any rest. All the bodyguards, including the strongest, Julius, were exhausted, gasping, sweating profusely, red-faced, and weak-kneed. In stark contrast to the drained bodyguards, Mr. Jackson seemed as if he hadn't participated in the training. The bodyguards shook their heads with wry smiles, acknowledging the vast difference. "Wow, Mr. Jackson, you really didn't sweat at all! How did you do that?" As soon as Mr. Jackson entered the villa, Amira wrapped her hands around his body, touching all over, her face filled with curiosity and excitement. It was early morning, and Mr. Jackson had just finished training, which caused a minor physiological peak. Mr. Jackson, a normal man, felt restless and aroused by Amira's touch, even forming a noticeable bulge in his pants, thankfully concealed by sitting. Even so, Mr. Jackson was quite embarrassed. Usually, he was the one teasing others, and now the roles were reversed, which was absurd! "Amira, be mindful of your image," Violet gently coughed as a reminder. Realizing what she had done—touching a man's body—Amira quickly withdrew her hands, her face flushed, unable to look at Mr. Jackson. "So embarrassing!" "Ah, Amira, are you still in your sleep, dizzy?" "Actually, touching Mr. Jackson's..." Amira's embarrassment grew, her thin-skinned nature evident as even her delicate ear tips turned red. "This training intensity is nothing special. Only a tenfold increase might make me sweat," Mr. Jackson said, shaking his head, then turning to Atticus, the butler, "Atticus, what about the training equipment I mentioned last time?" "Young Master, it's being handled and should arrive in two or three days," Atticus responded cheerfully. "That's good," Mr. Jackson nodded. Amira felt warm inside as Mr. Jackson didn't mock her embarrassment but instead diverted the topic to serious matters. "By the way, Amira, why did you come today?" Mr. Jackson asked, noticing Amira's mood had mostly recovered. "I have no classes this morning, so I came to ask Violet out shopping," Amira replied sweetly. Violet, having finished her breakfast, pondered for a moment and then agreed reluctantly, "You came at the right time. There's not much urgent work at the company today, and I can postpone tasks to the afternoon." "Great! Violet, I love you!" Amira beamed with joy. Violet pushed her away, accustomed to Amira's lively and clingy nature. However, seeing Amira cling to a man was a first. Thinking this, Violet gave Mr. Jackson, who was still eating breakfast, another look. This man indeed had a way with women. "Secretary Lauren, please reschedule all my work to the afternoon," Violet told her secretary and prepared to leave. "Wait for me!" Mr. Jackson quickly followed after finishing his porridge. Violet was immediately displeased, "Why are you following us to go shopping?" "Shopping? Such a dangerous activity, of course, I have to accompany you," Mr. Jackson stated matter-of-factly. "Shopping is dangerous? What, getting hit by a car on the street or falling into a drain?" Violet laughed as if it was the funniest joke. "If you go shopping, any place on the street is a public area," Mr. Jackson seriously said. "I've told you before, public areas are the most likely places for danger! As your business partner, I must accompany you!" "Don't be silly, Violet, listen to Jackson!" Apollo, reading the newspaper, pushed up his glasses and pretended to be displeased. "Right, Violet, Mr. Jackson is so capable. With him by our side, our safety is guaranteed!" Amira also persuaded, holding Violet's hand. "Again, look Violet, Mr. Jackson is wearing all old clothes. We've shopped for clothes so much, why don't we pick some nice clothes for Mr. Jackson this time? What do you think?" Upon hearing this, Violet found the idea reasonable, and became less resistant to Jackson's constant following. It wasn't that she harboured any antagonism, recently, wherever Violet went, Jackson followed her like a shadow, leaving her no freedom. If not for Jackson's impressive abilities, Violet would have done everything in her power to get rid of this annoying guy long ago. "When I'm talking to Amira, you are not allowed to interrupt, got it?" Violet decided to set some ground rules for talking with Jackson. "Okay, okay, I won't interrupt, I promise," Jackson chuckled. ... At Superstar Pavilion. The Mercedes parked in the underground garage. Superstar Pavilion is a super-mall, with each floor dedicated to different categories, hosting many famous brands. The main purpose this time was to buy clothes for Jackson, so Violet and Amira directly went to the fourth-floor clothing area. Armani, Chanel, Versace, Seven Wolves, K-boxing, and other top domestic and international brands had counters here, offering a dazzling array of clothing styles. And since it was morning, there were hardly any customers on this floor, with just the three of them wandering around. "Mr. Jackson, try this one!" "This one looks good too!" "Go to the changing room and try this on, you'll look great!" Amira picked out each piece of clothing for Jackson to try on, chattering and critiquing each one before moving on to the next. The cycle of changing clothes, even for someone as physically fit as Jackson, was exhausting. He soon had twenty or thirty shopping bags in his hands, almost too many to carry. "Mr. Jackson, try this one!" Amira picked up a white shirt, smiling brightly. "Amira, isn't this enough? So many clothes, enough for me to wear for two or three years! And how much does all this cost? They are all branded!" Jackson lamented. "Don't worry, with Violet here, all these clothes are free! Otherwise, I wouldn't have insisted on dragging her out to shop," Amira said cheerfully. "You cheeky girl, always looking for a bargain," Violet said, rolling her eyes, but then suggested to Jackson, "Go to the changing room and try it on. I think this white shirt will suit you well." "This would be the last one, okay?" Even Violet, who had high standards, said it suited him, so Jackson decided to give it a try. Jackson entered the changing room, while Violet and Amira waited outside, chatting and laughing. At that moment, four or five thug-like youths appeared from around the corner of the mall. The leader, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket, strutted arrogantly. "Wow, boss, look, beauties! And not just one!" one of the followers exclaimed. "Beauties? Where?" Following the direction pointed out by his follower, Jared's eyes nearly popped out at the sight of Violet and Amira. It was a miracle to encounter one beauty like them, but stumbling upon two at once made his heart race. Jared rushed over to Violet and Amira, "Hello, beauties, I feel we have a destiny together." "Why is that?" Violet ignored them, but Amira, being more innocent, asked curiously. Jared quickly focused on Amira, chuckling, "Isn't it destiny that we meet here?" "Oh," Amira lost interest immediately. Such cliché flirting even bored Amira, let alone Violet. She said coldly, "We're waiting for someone. Can you go somewhere else?" "But this place isn't owned by your family, why should we leave?" Jared retorted defiantly. "This place actually is owned by her family…" Amira murmured softly, but Jared didn't hear it. Knowing Violet was tough to deal with, he decided to concentrate on Amira, pestering, "Little sister, fate brings people together. Let me buy you a drink!" "I never drink," Amira declined, shaking her head repeatedly. "Well, I can teach you!" Jared said, reaching out to touch Amira's face. "Get away!" Amira pushed Jared forcefully, nearly toppling him over with the help of his followers. "Okay, little sister, you've got some strength. I wanted to invite you two beauties for a drink, but since you're not appreciative, don't blame me for being rude!" Jared signalled his followers, "What are you waiting for? Invite the beauties for a drink!" Jared was well-known in this area, and even the mall's security guards were familiar to him. Moreover, with few people in the mall at this time and only female sales staff around, no one dared to speak up against this. So, Jared was fearless. Encountering such beauties, and two at that, was a rare opportunity he didn't want to miss. The followers surrounded Violet and Amira, not rushing to be rough, but enjoying the panic on the beauties' faces. Both women refused to comply, especially Amira, who felt a strong sense of danger. She picked up her bag to hit someone, but in her panic, she stumbled and fell. "Little sister, let me help you," Jared grinned, seizing the opportunity to take advantage. Crack! Just then, a pair of strong hands grabbed Jared's shoulder. With a twist, the shoulder bone broke, causing Jared to tear up from the pain. At the same time, a cold voice thundered in his ear. "Harassing my women, did you ask for my permission?"