Divorced

Maria turned to Jackson. “What do you mean by this?” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jackson smirked. “I want her to sit and talk with me. If she doesn’t, you might as well shut down your studio.”

His attitude was arrogant, completely dismissing Maria and Aveline. It was clear his target was Aveline.

Maria’s expression darkened.

Aveline stepped forward and asked, “Sir, I don’t believe we know each other.”

Jackson replied, “Doesn’t matter. I know you. Come, sit here.”

He patted his thigh.

Laughter erupted around them. Jackson’s friends and bodyguards watched Aveline with malicious intent, while the other guests at the party stayed away, clearly aware of Jackson’s identity and preferring not to get involved.

Aveline’s face also darkened.

This man seemed to have a powerful background. She lowered her eyes slightly, then took out her phone and dialed a number.

Jackson scoffed, “What? Calling for help? I want to see who you’re calling. In Cloudflare City, who dares to interfere with what I want to do!”

“Lucas,” Aveline’s calm voice rang out. “I’m in trouble. Where are you?

Her voice wasn’t loud, but everyone around hear

Jackson’s face stiffened. “WE

One of the men beside him said, “Boss, she said Lucas…”

Jackson slapped the man’s head Nonsense! Who does she think she is? How could she know Lucas Tudor?”

The others stayed silent, puzzled by Aveline’s claim.

Jackson walked over and snatched Aveline’s phone. “Stop

pretending. Either you obey, or you and your studio can get out of Cloudflare City!”

He hung up the phone, completely dismissing the idea that Aveline might actually know Lucas, the CEO of DK Group and the last heir of the city’s most powerful family.

Even if she had worked at DK Group, she had resigned. How could Lucas possibly care about a former employee? Ridiculous!

Aveline’s face turned cold. “Give me back my phone

Instead of returning it, Jackson smashed her phone on the ground. You little b***h, who do you think you are? Daring to mess with someone I fancy? If you don’t comply today, I’ll have you out of Cloudflare City by tonight.”

Aveline picked up on the key detail in his words. It was someone he liked who had a grudge against her and had him target her. But who could it be? Aveline was certain she didn’t know Jackson

Jackson grabbed Aveline’s arm, trying to throw her onto the sofa Just then, his phone rang. He answered it irritably. “What is it?”

“You little punk! You dare mess with Lucas‘ woman? And you think you can get rid of Miss Young’s studio? I’ll have you sent abroad if you don’t get back here immediately!” It was Jackson’s father, William Rogers, on the phone.

Hearing the scolding, Jackson was puzzled but sensed the gravity of

bord Was Young Mh. Tudor w waling for you subsce