Chapter 24: Are You Satisfied with My Strength

"Don't look at me like that. We are now on the balcony of the 42th story. If you really have fear of heights, you can't stand here." Jocelyn raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at the man in front of her in her sharp eyes. Morrison family seemed to be superficially harmonious. In fact, in private, there were many contradictions among the family members and the relationships and things were very complicated. And Nicola was by no means so weak and useless as he was on the surface. In a short time, there was a sneer in the pavilion. Nicola took back the hand that was put on Jocelyn and sat down casually, "Why didn't I find you are so smart before? it seems that after you was in prison, you have changed too much." "Having nearly went through the death, If I don't become smarter, would I come back and wait to be used as a gun?" Jocelyn answered him directly and frankly and she looked very firm, so that Nicola couldn't find anything wrong with her. He frowned and was about to ask something more when the bell for a text message rang. Jocelyn looked down at her cell phone, and then looked up with her complicated eyes. "I'm sorry, brother-in-law. I have something to deal with. I won't chat with you here. I need to go first." Seeing her present graceful manner when getting along with others, Nicola was more confused. In the past, he could grab her and force her to answer his questions at will, but now he found it difficult to do that, judging from the several conversations recently. Looking at the content of the text message, Jocelyn turned on her computer and searched for news n real time, as soon as she returned to her bedroom. After clicking the return key, with a "buck" sound, a large number of red-letter headlines of today's focus news appeared on the screen—— "After looking for his wife in the news, the young president of the Judd Group married to his wife's confidante, and his soulful image has collapsed." "Video exposure of the wedding scene of young president Stan who have been regarded as a soulful man and never gave up looking for his wife "..." Randomly opening a web page, Jocelyn found that the comments from the netizens were even more exciting. "The man has betrayed his wife but still wanted to show his faithfulness. This man was so disgusting that I won't buy any products related to the Judd Group in the future." "His fiancee have just died for such a short time. But he married his fiancee's close friend? I've never seen such a shameless person. "I have heard that the woman is pregnant. Just looking at her face, I can be sure that she was a mistress." "I was eating while I watched the news. And I really threw up." "..." Jocelyn coldly looked at these comments which humiliated Stan. She glanced at her mobile phone from the corner of her eyes, and her eyes still remained on the text message interface. "The news has been sent out and the response has blown up. We will cooperate in the future!" "If you want to make a fortune safely, instead of incurring mischief, don't contact me voluntarily. It's good for you." After sending this text message, Jocelyn emptied the chat content and looked up at the wedding scene of the two people showed on the computer screen. She couldn't help showing a trace of disgust. This was just a little lesson for them. When she fount out all the truth, she would make Stan and Monica lose all standing and reputation, and even make the whole Judd family never exist in Yanjing. At midnight, the servant ran a bath and withdrew considerately. Jocelyn sat on a small bench beside the bathtub, scrubbing Arthur's back hard, with the sleeves of her bathrobe pulled up. She was in a good mood, even humming in a low voice. Arthur was closing her eyes. Hearing that her voice was getting happier and happier, he couldn't help frowning. "Can you be quiet?" Jocelyn did not stop scrubbing his back and tilted her head to look at him. "You don't like this song? Then I'll change another one." After a second of meditation, she said to herself, "You're a soldier. You certainly don't like this pop song. How about singing a red song for you?" Without waiting for Arthur to respond, she began to hum again. "My motherland and I, cannot be separated for a moment..." Arthur looked more angry, and he gritted his teeth, "Jocelyn, can't you understand my words? I ask you to be quiet." "Not pleasant?" Jocelyn looked at him with her head tilted. Arthur turned his head and almost stared at her with his murderous eyes, then he gritted his teeth "I, don't, want to , listen." Jocelyn was shocked, murmuring, "If you don't want to listen, you can choose not to listen." After that, she stopped talking. Arthur' eyes was so sharp that Jocelyn felt that once he glanced at her, her life would be reduced by ten years. Fortunately, she was in a good mood today. Since he didn't allow her to sing, she would scrub his back harder. "Are you satisfied with my strength?" Arthur looked extremely angry, "If you say one more nonsense, go back to your room and sleep alone." Hearing the words, Jocelyn immediately shut up and glared at the back side of Arthur's head reluctantly. Were you so powerful that you could deprive me of the speaking freedom? The bathroom was quiet all of a sudden, and Jocelyn had no choice bu to wash his back and help him to go to bed. Arthur had the habit of reading before he went to bed. Jocelyn was lying beside him and had closed her eyes. She looked very relaxed, which was not as grim as she was yesterday. It seemed that she was really in a good mood, considering her excited look in the bathroom just now. Why? Arthur thought of the news that his close adjutant had just told him. Because Stan' s wedding was exposed by the media, and everyone was lambasting him? He looked thoughtful and asked. "Are you in a good mood today?" Jocelyn had not yet fallen asleep. She opened her eyes when hearing his words. Then she just found that Arthur was looking at her with a faint and expressionless look. "All right." "Because of Stan?" Jocelyn was shocked and she looked nervous. She didn't expect that Arthur was so cautious and sensible that he could find out the reason for all her emotional changes. "Stan?" She pretended to be puzzled, "What do you mean?" Arthur looked more grim and he stared at her with his forceful eyes. "Today, Stan's wedding was exposed by reporters." "Ah?" Jocelyn looked stiff. After a few seconds, she stared at him, "Should the response on the internet blow up?" Looking at the whole process of the changes on her face from confusion to reverence, Arthur carefully confirmed it and pretended to be indifferent. "The news of the wedding has been strictly blocked. It's a bit strange to be exposed. Journalists don't have such great abilities." Jocelyn pinched her palms in the quilt and sweated slightly. "What do you think of it?" Arthur suddenly asked her. The pain from the palms forced her to regain her consciousness. She had done thing neatly. Those journalists would not dare to risk offending Judd family and Morrison family to tell the truth. Considering that, she really calmed down. "What can I say?" She yawned and looked indifferent, "Fire cannot be wrapped up in paper. There are so many guests on the scene. No one knows that who will tell the reporter about the wedding. He offended Grandpa at that time. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. Let's conduct ourselves well." After that, she yawned again and turned her back to sleep. Seeing that she was sleepy and not interested in this thing, Arthur gave up suspecting her and read his book again. But, he thought of another thing after dinner. "Since you know how to protect yourself wisely, you should stay away from Nicola." Jocelyn was a little stunned, but did not turn around. The relationship between Arthur and her was not so close. The reason why he said this was definitely not that he was jealous. But he said that was seemingly not to take his respect into account. She vaguely felt that Arthur was so shrewd that he must know the bad things done by Nicola. What he said just now aimed at reminding her of be careful of Nicola.