Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 359

"I can't risk it, sir," Gemma’s voice trembled with a blend of fear and plea, "If... if I get caught, I won't be

able to talk my way out of it. That would be the end for me!"

I thought to myself, Gemma wasn't as senile as she appeared.

The chair creaked as Jaylan rose from his seat and took a step back, which I noticed as I peered over.

"Do you seriously think, after all this time, after sending me all those recordings and photos, that you

can simply walk away unscathed?" Jaylan's voice was laced with threat. "You've been taking money

from both sides. Did you really think it would be that easy? Who do you reckon they'll believe – you or

me?"

"Sir... you... you can't do this..." Gemma's voice had reduced to a mere whisper.

"You've been playing dirty for too long to pretend you're the good guy now. It's your choice whether you

keep going or not," Jaylan said before reclining into his chair again.

After a tense silence, I saw Jaylan lift his hand slightly.

Then I heard him continue, "There's $50,000 on this card. If you want to keep working, it's yours. If not,

just let me know and return what you've already taken. We'll call it square, like nothing ever happened.

But... as you know, without returning that money, I can't let you off the hook that easily. Think about it."

I saw Jaylan stand up, ready to leave, and I quickly stepped back.

But then I heard Gemma call out, "Sir... uh, sir, you’ll keep your word, right? If I find out where Galen

went, then..."

I closed my eyes in frustration, silently uttering curses. Quickly peering through the gap again, I saw

Jaylan indeed on his feet.

Once he heard Gemma relenting, he turned and said, "You can keep your position here, and I'll throw

in another $30,000."

"Thank you, sir! I have one more question!" Gemma's voice quivered with a mix of joy and servility.

"Shoot!" Jaylan's tone was icy.

"It's just... why hasn't Marissa been answering my calls?" Gemma's voice lacked any confidence.

I inwardly scoffed. Marissa? She probably wouldn't be taking calls ever again.

But since Gemma asked, it was clear she didn't know Marissa was dead.

Jaylan's voice was sinister as he asked, "Why are you calling her?"

Gemma replied unsteadily, "It's nothing... I just haven't spoken to her in a while, and I miss her. Her

mom's been asking about her too, saying she never picks up! They are quite close. And after all, you're

her..."

Jaylan cut her off abruptly, "I don't want to hear another word about her from you. Keep your mouth

shut about things you shouldn't discuss. Got it?"

"I..."

"If I hear you mention her again, you won't like my response. You're here to work and her affairs are

none of your business. From now on, if anyone asks, you don't know her. Is that clear?"

"Alright," Gemma replied reluctantly.

"Don't bring up Marissa around me. Whatever I do with her is none of your concern. Besides, she's

nothing to me. Remember, knowing too much is never good for you," Jaylan dismissed any connection

with Marissa.

"Also, stop calling her. She's got her own life. She took the kids abroad for a vacation and is having the

time of her life. Why bother her with calls?"

"Abroad? No wonder. Lucky girl," Gemma said with a hint of envy.

I snorted coldly. Going abroad was an understatement. She had taken a one-way trip to the great

beyond. How joyous indeed! No luck could ever compete with such a fortunate fate.

Jaylan sneered, "Just like you, all she knew was how to spend money!"

"So, about that $30,000..." Greed laced Gemma's voice. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"You'll get what's yours!" Jaylan snapped, clearly out of patience.

It seemed that money could indeed seduce anyone. Gemma had made her choice, opting for the card.

Then I heard the receding sound of footsteps. I grabbed Hannah, my heart racing, ready to make a

quick exit...