The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 269: This was your groom?

Despite Fil’s reluctance, she didn’t cancel her arrangements with Michael. But instead of meeting him alone, Jackson went with her. She trusted Jackson and whatever he wanted to know, she knew he would explain it to her.

Moreover, Fil was also curious to know if the visions she saw would happen.

Canceling her plans with Kenzo and Elise, Fil tagged along with Jackson. When they reached the meeting place, Fil clasped her hand as she stared at the entrance.

Jackson quietly observed her from the side.

"The people..." she whispered, remembering some of the faces inside the restaurant. "... that’s him."

Jackson raised a brow as he shifted his eyes in the direction she was looking. His eyes landed on a man casually talking to a small group. He could tell the group was here for a casual meet up.

"He’s the doctor," she muttered.

This was the man who tried to help Michael in her visions. He was the one she begged to help Michael. She could remember him well because her focus was on begging for help and Michael.

"Let’s get in."

Fil glanced at Jackson and nodded.

The two of them entered the establishment. Her steps were a little slow as her eyes fell on the corner spot she sat on in her visions. Fil pursed her lips and approached it, sitting in the same spot where she sat down.

When Jackson sat across from her, she asked, "Jack, are you sure there were people who would save him?"

They came here to confirm the visions. However, she now sounded like she was certain the accident would happen.

"Yes." Jackson nodded at her. "Nothing bad will happen to him. Promise."

Fil pressed her lips while maintaining eye contact with him. After a while, she nodded and glanced at her wristwatch. In the visions, she didn’t check what time Michael arrived. She wasn’t mindful of the time, but she knew she didn’t wait that long.

So, they waited.

They waited without saying a word with Fil looking at the road worriedly. Jackson, on the other hand, kept his eyes on her. He didn’t say a word until he noticed she suddenly held her breath.

Turning his head, he saw a Bentley pulling over the other side of the road. And sure thing, Michael came out of the backseat.

"He’ll bend over and say something to the driver," Fil blurted out under her breath, and as soon as she did, Michael did the exact same thing. "Jack, we have to stop him!"

Fil quickly pushed herself up but was stopped by Jackson. Gazing down at him with panic, he squeezed his hand mildly.

"You said you trust me," he said.

She knew what she said. But alas, would they have to wait when everything in here was enough proof?

The people in the restaurant were the same crowd. Although he couldn’t confirm every single one of them, Fil remembered that doctor! What’s more, Michael was wearing the exact same suit!

"Jack, even if you have people on standby, there’s no point in putting Michael through a traumatic experience," she muttered. "I’m going to stop him."

"If you do, then we might not catch him."

"Huh? Who?"

Jackson sighed, unable to tighten his grip on her hand or she would be hurt. "I told you, Fil. I will tell you once I confirmed something."

"Tell me what, Jack?" she asked instinctively. "You did say that, but I don’t understand. Do you know what’s going on with me?"

He didn’t answer, but his expression was enough for her to get an answer.

They had been together for almost a year now. Therefore, Fil already picked up the different languages his expression had. This expression told her he knew.

"Am I going crazy?" she asked, thinking that was the only logical thing right now.

If Fil had gone mad, then that should explain it. That would explain everything!

"No, you’re not."

"Then tell me, Jack." Her voice was quiet, but also firm. "What’s wrong with me?"

The two of them held each other’s gaze as if completely forgetting about Michael.

SCREECH!

Fil’s breath hitched as her focus shifted back to the main concern. Turning her head with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows as she saw a sedan slow down and a motorcycle speeding in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Fucking slow down! You don’t own the fucking road!" the driver of the sedan raged, and his voice penetrated the glass walls of the restaurant.

"Huh?" Fil furrowed her brows, her eyes searching for Michael.

Just then, Michael’s voice caressed her ears.

"Fil?"

Fil and Jackson intuitively shifted their eyes on Michael. He stood a few steps from the table, darting his eyes between the two. His brows rose as curiosity flickered across his eyes, obviously intrigued by the man with Fil.

"Mike!" Relief immediately swelled in Fil’s chest as she ran to him. She stopped in front of him, looking at him up and down as if to check if he was fine.

"Uh..." Michael raised his hands and awkwardly took a step back. He veered his eyes to Jackson and laughed nervously. "Trust me when I say we’ve never dated."

Jackson let out a weak chuckle, also relieved to see the man.

At the same time, Fil heaved a sigh of relief. However, without thinking, she suddenly slapped his shoulder.

Michael didn’t expect that and jolted, touching his shoulder and looking at her incredulously. "What the hell?"

"Michael, do you know what you’re doing is dangerous? I was so worried," she complained, almost in tears.

Michael thought she was referring to the article. "Oh. Haha." He chuckled before he raised his brows. "Won’t you gonna introduce us?"

Fil huffed once more and glanced at Jackson. At this time, Jackson already stood up from his seat.

"Mike, meet my groom, Jackson," she introduced the two despite her recovering heart. "Jack, this is Michael. I told you about him."

Jackson offered Michael a smile and his hand. "I’ve heard a lot of things about you. Jackson Sisson."

Michael took his hand automatically, but his brows tightened. "Jackson Sisson...?" he stressed, his tone laced with surprise. "You mean, the Jackson Sisson? Solana Project? And..." before he could finish, his jaw dropped, and looked at Fil, dumbfounded.

This was her groom!? Jackson Sisson?! The mysterious yet the wealthiest man in the world, Jackson Sisson?