Chapter 13 Making Things Difficult

• "Does she like Alfred that much? She's even calling his name in her dreams!" he thought furiously.
• Jessica said nothing as she glanced at her legs beneath the covers.
• She got to know Freddy three years ago. As they both lived in a war-torn country, it was Freddy who helped her dodge bullets countless times.
• Trevor was the one who forced her into exile. As she didn't have any passport, no country's
• rescue team would save her life if she happened to be in danger.
• As a result, she had to wander around the country in order to survive as she didn't have a place to call home.
• Fortunately, Freddy showed up and added a dash of color to her life. She would never forget him, ever.
• "Jessica, you're a sinner who will never redeem yourself. Do you want to marry someone else and give birth to his children? Dream on!"
• As he got to his feet, the white bathrobe dropped to the ground.
• "Scram!" His voice was so low it was practically a growl.
• Hearing that, Jessica scrambled out of bed and left his room immediately.
• As her figure disappeared from sight, Trevor stubbed his cigarette out on the ashtray forcefully.
• The light flickered and burnt the tip of his finger, but it did nothing to extinguish his fury.
• Pulling his phone out, he made a call. "I want you to investigate again how Samantha died ten years ago."
• After changing her clothes, Jessica went back home to be greeted by her six children. Her exhaustion faded into thin air when she saw them.
• "Mommy, are you in need of money? I can transfer a lot of money into your bank account!"
• Asher offered as he came to her with his laptop.
• As he was barely six, he seemed to be struggling to hold the laptop.
• "Asher, do you know how to use a laptop?"
• "Ms. Jessica, Asher knew how to use a computer since he was little. He's a computer expert!" Monica explained cheerfully as she came over with a platter of fruits.
• "Asher, we might be in need of money, but we can't take what isn't ours. Do you understand?"
• Jessica didn't take Monica's words to heart. Her son was only six, so she assumed he wasn't a real expert.
• They chomped on the fruits and chatted happily. Monica soon mentioned an urgent matter.
• The kids should be attending kindergarten by now, but they didn't have any IDs.
• Previously, their guardian was Jessica's mother. Now that Jessica's mother was dead, they were without a guardian.
• No kindergarten would accept kids without a guardian. Jessica had also entered the country through illegal means and didn't have an ID.
• All she needed to do was to register herself and become the kids' guardian. That was the only way the kids could go to kindergarten.
• Jessica promised to settle the matter and proceeded to accompany the kids to bed.
• The next morning, Jessica arrived at Cerulean to be informed a customer had asked for her. As expected, it was Shawn and the like from yesterday.
• This time, there were also a few rich and dumb brats with him.
• Janice happened to come in to deliver their fruit platter. Her grin widened when she spotted Jessica inside.
• "You have good taste. Jessica is the best singer around. Yesterday, she sang over ten songs easily!"
• Jessica had helped her the night before yesterday and recognized her at once.
• Naturally, Jessica was surprised to meet her disgusted and menacing gaze.
• Shaking her head ruefully, she thought, "Looks like I was nosy back then. She hates me instead of showing me gratitude."
• "Really? Select some songs for her, then."
• Shawn had brought his friends to insult Jessica today. He didn't mind trying all sorts of ways to torture Jessica.
• Hearing that, Janice selected over a dozen songs that required the singer to sing in a high pitch swiftly.
• "Time to sing, Jessica."
• Shawn settled on the couch comfortably and chatted with his friends. He was most probably mocking Jessica for rejecting his advances.
• However, he was mostly trying to gross Jessica out for being a snob.
• The tables had turned, and she was now a bargirl serving him in his private room.
• After Janice left, Jessica picked up the microphone and started singing. Her voice cracked after she had to sing over ten high-pitched songs.
• Her voice was raspy by the time she reached the twenty-first song.
• "Mr. Lopez, can I have a sip of water?"
• Jessica came to a stop and gazed at Shawn. She was going to lose her voice if she didn't get to drink some water to quench her dry throat.
• "Jessica, did I ask you to stop?" Shawn demanded as he poured a glass of cocktail onto Jessica's body.
• As the liquid drenched her outfit and sent a chill down her spine, she took a deep breath and held the microphone to her lips.
• She forced herself to sing out loud, but her throat was raw. Left with no choice, she stretched her vocal cords to pronounce each and every word carefully.
• After she went through several songs persistently, Natalie came in with her subordinates.
• "Mr. Lopez, I'm sorry, but I have to take Jessica with me. There is a customer who'd like to meet you," she said.
• With a wave of her hand, she ordered her men to bring a limping Jessica to the break room.
• "Natalie, what are you talking about? We're having fun. How could you take her with you? Do you want us to stop frequenting Cerulean from today onward?" Shawn declared unhappily.
• He flung his glass onto the ground.
• "Mr. Lopez, perhaps you didn't hear me clearly. A customer would like to meet you," Natalie repeated.
• The door was pushed open to reveal a tall figure who strode in swiftly.
• "M-Mr. Gulliford..."