Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 324

Jean exclaimed, "How can this be a coincidence? Just think about it. Of all the times Big Sis could have run, she decided to run now. She must have planned this with Sean Bell so that he would pick her up from here. Am I wrong?"

Jay glared despondently at him. "Shut your mouth before I kill you."

Jean merely replied in a displeased tone, "It's okay. So what if Big Sis ran away? You still have me, right? Don’t worry, I'll never tell anyone about such a scandal. That is, as long as you give Ange back to me."

Hostility flared in Jay’s eyes as he watched Sean Bell's car slowly disappear from his view.

After speeding at 120 miles an hour the entire way, Sean only dared to park his sports car by the roadside after double-checking to make sure no one had followed them.

"It's unlike Sir Ares to not follow us." Sean mulled over.

Rose, however, disagreed, for this was not the first time she had slipped past his fingertips.

Facing Rose’s new tomboyish appearance, Sean chuckled humorlessly. "I thought Sir Ares preferred girls with long hair. Did you cut it short just to spite him?"

Rose's expression immediately saddened. She had made it clear to herself ever since Jay's mother threw her out of Garden Of A Diary that she would never live submissively for other people again.

She would live for herself.

She would live for the Severes.

"This has nothing to do with him," she said.

Sean froze. "So what now? Offending Sir Ares makes living in Imperial Capital difficult, you know that."

Rose stared at him with her heart-clenching puppy eyes on full display. "Will you take me in?"

Sean smiled. "I don’t personally mind, but whether you’d dare to stay with me or not is the actual question. You know very well that everyone around m e is ferocious and difficult to deal with.”

Rose snapped her fingers in front of Sean. "Close your eyes and give me three minutes. I'll show you a magic trick.”

Sean compliantly followed and shut his eyes before opening them again after three minutes.

Rose had turned into a slouching old lady and her entire face was now covered in wrinkles. He would never have recognized her had it not been for the clothes she was wearing.

"You can change appearances? That's so cool!” Sean exclaimed.

"Aren’t you looking for a trustworthy secretary?" Rose pointed a finger at her nose. "How about me?”

Sean smiled radiantly. "Can you change into something sexier?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "It hasn’t occurred to me that the ever so elegant Master Bell has such desires too."

Instead of feeling ashamed, Sean took it all in stride." You have to understand. When doing business with men, the most powerful weapon a woman has is her chest. When a man is too charmed to place his eyes elsewhere, he won’t be in the correct mindset to negotiate, and therefore, he'll be at a disadvantage."

"That makes sense," Rose replied, wearing an expression of someone who had just learned something new.

Despite her vast knowledge, all Rose had was theory and not experiences. Thus, she was more than happy t o learn from Sean.

"Hence, remember to dress a little sexier tomorrow when you come to work. Also, this short hair is a little too eye-catching, so you might want to do something about it."

"Got it!" Rose acknowledged.

"Then... I'll see you tomorrow.”

"See you tomorrow."

After going their separate ways, Sean drove straight to All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Bell Mansion.

Opening the doors, he found the noble and dignified Jay Ares sitting on the couch as if he was a divine being. With his legs casually crossed and a cigarette between the tips of his fingers, his eyes lacked warmth. They were cold with inviolability.

"Are you back, Sean? Master Ares has been waiting for you for quite some time," Stanley Bell told his son.

A bitter and hopeless smile rose in Sean's eyes. Thinking he had lost the man earlier by stepping on the accelerator, he had not expected Jay to corner him at home.

"Master Ares, as expected, you sure do tackle things in such an extraordinary way!" Sean praised insincerely as he approached.

Stanley Bell said, "I'll get out of your hair now so that you youngsters can talk."