The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 270: Or is it a coincidence?

In the business world, Jackson was someone not to be messed with.

Only a few were said to have seen the man in the flesh, but all those who claimed to have met or were acquainted with Jackson were prominent figures in their field. Even Michael, who was considered a successful man in the business field, wouldn’t even dream of making acquaintance with Jackson.

But that man, who was almost like a legend, was sitting here, right in front of him.

And he was marrying Fil.

Michael didn’t even know how things went down until now. He couldn’t even recall sitting down or how those two took the spot opposite him. He felt like a fool, but at this point, his shock prevailed over his professionalism.

"Hey." Fil waved a hand in front of him. "Mike, say something."

Michael snapped back to his senses, looking at Fil and then at Jackson. He wanted to ask him "Why?" or ask Fil, "How?" But then a thought crossed him.

Wasn’t Mr. Windsor one of Jackson’s acquaintances?

The moment that thought crossed him, Michael’s eyes widened. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, especially now that Jackson was in front of him.

"So..." Michael cleared his throat, it was his first word after being introduced to Jackson. "... you knew Mister Windsor because... of him?"

Fil nodded, and Michael felt like he had missed a bullet — no, a missile that night!

"And Kim Rock too?" he continued, and Fil also nodded again. "Does that mean...?"

"We’ve known each other even before she threw away her old trash." Jackson smiled, his eyes squinting. "I’ve seduced her."

Fil’s face stiffened, getting more relaxed now that Michael was safe, and no accident happened. She could think of the coincidences later.

As for Michael, he opened his mouth and then smiled. He let out a short chuckle as his last release of shock before he recomposed himself.

"The reason I came with Fil is that I would like to thank you, Mr. Gilman." Jackson expressed politely. "Fil told me that she owed you a big time."

Michael waved dismissively. "I did what I did because I wanted to. So, you don’t have to thank me for that, Mr. Sisson."

"Jackson." Jackson corrected. "My wife’s friends are also mine. Although you did what you did because it was the right thing to do, I hope I can repay you someday."

"Heh." Michael felt a little awkward with the politeness from Jackson. Looking at him, he could tell he stood out in the restaurant. Everything looked like a backdrop in his presence... except Fil.

With a more clear head, Michael couldn’t help but smile at the two. He didn’t notice it earlier, but this couple looked good together. They almost looked alike.

"Then I’ll shamelessly take your word." No matter what, Michael knew refusing Jackson’s insistence would be considered rude. Hence, he simply acknowledged it so they could move on. Being acquainted with him was a good reward for him, after all.

As Jackson and Michael engaged in small talk, Fil couldn’t help but glance at Jackson.

This wasn’t the first time she watched Jackson interact with people. Normally, people regarded him with high respect, and Jackson returned it at the same level. It didn’t matter if he was talking to a secretary, a business prospect, or a street sweeper. Even so, one could tell he wasn’t the type to be offended, regardless of his kind demeanor.

She often found it admirable, but now... she couldn’t help but notice one thing.

Jackson lied so casually. It wasn’t like she saw him as a saint, but the way he patched the truths with some little lies to make it sound believable was impressive. At the same time, scary. Why? Because they were undetectable. Despite being with him almost day and night, if she didn’t know the truth, she wouldn’t even know he was lying.

Hence, the question: how many times had Jackson lied to her throughout this relationship?

"Fil."

"Huh?" Fil flinched when Michael called. "What?"

Michael and Jackson had their eyes on her and simultaneously tilted their heads to the side.

"Fil, is everything okay?" Jackson asked, wondering if she saw another vision.

"Ah, of course." Fil let out a nervous laugh, forcing a smile and throwing the thought at the back of her head. "It’s nothing, Jack. I’m just relieved. Anyway, shall we order now? I’m a little hungry."

’Jackson is a businessman and as a harsh truth, lying is a skill,’ she thought. ’But he would never do that to me. He’s been genuine to me from the start, so I should trust him.’

She also made a mental note that Jackson had to tell her something important. Once they leave here, she will surely ask him about that.

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[ARKWRIGHT CORPORATION]

Marcus sat behind the desk with tons of papers piled up on it. However, he was just sitting there with a document in front of him, the ink from his pen already made a big dot on the paper, and his mind was drifting elsewhere. He had been in the office for half a day, but he hadn’t done any work.

Even if he tried, he couldn’t.

Who could work in his position?

The villa where he spent all night was filled with dead bodies. He hadn’t even slept a wink because Quentin stayed over in his place. When he woke up this morning, the bodies were still there. The entire place even started to smell. He had to pour an entire bottle of perfume to get rid of the smell, but even with that, the scent of flesh lingered in his nostrils. freewebnøvel.coɱ

How would Quentin clean it up?

Just then, Marcus heard the door creak open. Looking up, his shoulders automatically tensed up.

"Quentin," He called, gulping the tension in his throat while keeping his wary eyes on the man.

Quentin was in a suit — a suit he got from Marcus’s wardrobe. Fortunately, there were still suits available he hadn’t got tailored. Hence, they fit Quentin’s tall stature. Though he could see his ankle and this strange anklet around it.

"Michael is still alive," Quentin casually said as he sat down on the couch, raising his foot on the table. "Change of plans."

Marcus frowned. "How? Didn’t you say you’d take care of it as part of our deal?"

"I did say that." Quentin smiled. "But a very annoying person was there."

"What?" Marcus furrowed his brows. "You said you are not human and can do a lot of things."

Quentin rocked his head as he looked away, ignoring him completely. "Did he find me already? Or is it a coincidence?" he wondered to himself.

He curled up his lips as intrigue shone in his eyes. "Interesting."