The expression on his hands remained unchanged, but his heart was full of vigilance.

Jingting stopped and looked back. He opened his thin lips lightly and said, "You guys wait for me downstairs. I will come down in no more than half an hour." His voice was low and calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he started walking again.

Half an hour... This is an important time, Mr. Jing is reminding me of something.

Jingting thought to himself that even if there was something wrong with the wine, it wouldn't be a problem to hold on for half an hour with his determination.

The two hands did not forcefully break in. They raised their wrists to look at the time and remembered this point.

The layout of the second floor of the villa was perfect. The servant took Jingting to a room a little far away from the stairs.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door and reported, "Miss, Mr. Jing has finished tasting the fruit wine, and I have brought him up."

The door opened, and a young maid greeted politely, "Mr. Jing, please come in." Then she came out on her own.

The door was open, and Jingting saw that the room was large and decorated in a warm and dreamy way.

He stepped inside, stepped on the valuable carpet, and a faint smell of perfume filled the air.

As he walked forward, he saw the girl sitting at the head of the bed.

The girl with disheveled blond hair held a Bible in her hands and was wearing a white lace long-sleeved pajama. When she heard the footsteps, she raised her beautiful sapphire-like eyes.

At this time, the bedroom door closed gently.

Jingting glanced back, but he didn't say anything. When he looked back, he found that the girl's calm gaze had been falling on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Jing."

The girl's voice was not loud, a little hoarse, as if her vocal cords were damaged.

Jingting walked towards her and stood still in front of the bed, "Are you Miss Emily?" He was very polite and a gentleman.

After drinking the fruit wine she arranged, his body didn't react at all, but he was still vigilant.

"Yes." The girl smiled, but her voice became softer.

Jingting asked her, "What happened to your vocal cords?"

"Sit closer, otherwise you won't hear." Emily said to him with difficulty, then stretched out her hand to cover her neck, "I allow you to sit on the edge of the bed."

A trace of unknown emotion flashed across the man's deep eyes.

Emily covered herself with a pink quilt and looked at him calmly, "What do you want to ask? I'll give you five minutes because I can't talk for too long."

Jingting nodded. He didn't want to make the communication too strenuous, so he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Looking into her eyes, he asked warmly, "You are Johnson's daughter. An outstanding accessory designer like him will keep records of every work he designs, right?"

"Of course." The girl's lips raised slightly, meeting his gaze, and she deliberately lowered her voice, "As his only daughter, I inherited all his belongings, including the record book."

A flash of light flashed in Jingting's deep eyes, this was exactly the information he wanted!

"Where is the book?"

The two looked at each other, and the girl's smile deepened, "Come here." Her throat was hoarse.

In order to see the book as soon as possible, Jingting leaned forward and approached her, "Can you lend it to me to read?"

"Close your eyes first." The girl's voice was not loud, but there was a hint of playfulness in her watery eyes.

Jingting looked at her and hesitated for a few seconds.

"I just want to see you." She didn't shy away. "I want to see from a close distance what this man who drives millions of women crazy looks like."

"Didn't you see it?"

"I want to see you close your eyes." Emily asked with a smile, "Mr. Jing won't even agree to such a simple request, right?"

Jingting didn't want to spoil her mood, so he closed his eyes calmly and breathed calmly.

Emily observed his face carefully. There was a coldness between his handsome brows, and the lines of his facial features were cold and hard. This feeling of being unapproachable by strangers made her heart move.

She leaned forward, moved closer to him, and whispered in his ear, "That record book is in England."

Jingting opened her eyes, and when she turned her eyes, the girl was so close that her noses could touch her.


Chapter completed!