Can't call him "Brother John" anymore（2）

The girl had long, soft hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a knee-length off-white skirt. Even just from her back, she exuded a beautiful and graceful aura.

As the girl turned around, Awu was instantly stunned by her breathtaking beauty. She had delicate and refined features, clear eyes, a noble temperament, and appeared fragile and innocent, making one want to protect her.

Awu spontaneously apologized again, and the girl smiled at him, leaning against a man beside her, "Brother John."

From beginning to end, Jane didn't notice the small episode between Awu and the girl. When she saw the man standing next to the girl, her head buzzed like it was going to explode.

It was John, and he actually came to A city, and... with Vivian West!

Vivian West looked at the man in a white suit standing in the corner strangely. He was so handsome, with distinct facial features, peach blossom eyes filled with fatigue, and an elegant and impatient demeanor. His fair skin was tinged with a sickly pallor, like a sickly nobleman.

"Ding!" The elevator door opened, and John looked at Vivian West calmly. She immediately smiled and took his arm, laughing and walking out of the elevator. "Brother John, I want to dine in the suite later, will you join me?"

"Okay." John replied concisely, walking with Vivian West towards the presidential suite with the best view.

Jane looked at their backs, her heart inexplicably aching. She pressed her chest and laughed at her foolishness and sentimentality.

John was simply not worth any emotional investment from her.

She only felt sorry for Jill.

When they returned to the room, the three of them dispersed to take a shower. By the time Jane changed back into women's clothing and came out, George Hayes and Awu had already started debugging in the living room. Natalie Mitchel's voice came through the monitoring device, her words filled with anger.

"You bastard, you actually came to steal our money?"

Then came Nicholas Turner's voice, "What do you mean steal? I'm just borrowing it."

Natalie Mitchel was furious. "Samuel Turner is studying abroad, and you didn't even contribute a penny, yet you dare to come and take our living expenses? Are you even human?"

"Oh, look at you, acting like you're some big shot who made a fortune. Don't think I don't know, you only got rich by selling Avery's child."

"Otherwise, how could you possibly afford to send Samuel Turner abroad for school?"

As soon as the child was mentioned, all three of them became tense, especially Jane, who was holding a glass of water and gripping it tightly with both hands.

"Shut up, shut up!" Natalie Mitchel suddenly screamed hysterically, mixed with the cursing of Nicholas Turner. They exchanged insults, but there was no valuable information. After Nicholas Turner left, all that came through was Natalie Mitchel's crying.

Jane tightened her grip on the glass and slowly looked at George Hayes, who was deep in thought. "President Hayes, I want you to contact Nicholas Turner and ask him who this Avery is, and find out how much he knows. He's a gambler, and we can use that to our advantage."

George Hayes nodded. "No problem."

They found out that Nicholas Turner was a taxi driver who could at least support himself if he didn't gamble, but he couldn't quit his addiction.

That evening, George Hayes got into Nicholas Turner's car, pretending to be a heartbroken drunk. When he paid with his phone, he 'accidentally' scanned an amount in the five digits, but he quickly regained his sobriety and didn't ask Nicholas Turner to return the money. Instead, he invited him to a street stall to drink and chat.

Nicholas Turner was delighted to accompany someone so generous and drunk, and with George Hayes' intentional guidance, he revealed everything he shouldn't have said.

Nicholas Turner felt that life hadn't been kind to him in recent years, and he was full of resentment. "My ex-wife, even though she's a doctor, she doesn't earn enough in a month to cover my expenses. Later, her niece got pregnant out of wedlock..."