Chapter 71: Ten Years Is Enough to Change the World


    At Joy Group.


    Before getting off work in the afternoon, one of the artists on the live broadcast tform of thework


    was involved in a scandal and had been arrested. The inte celebrity management team, the


    publicity department and the public rtions department had to work overtime.


    Taking the lead, Hans held a three-hour meeting in the conference room to discuss countermeasures.


    Jennifer sent in refreshments several times and on herst trip out, she was yawning uncontrobly.


    Rose came back after having supper, looking very energetic.


    "All right, you just recovered recently. I''ll work tonight. You go back first."


    Jennifer didn''t refuse. She put down the teapot and yawned. "Then I''ll go first. Half an hourter, if the


    meeting hasn''t finished, you can send in some refreshments again. There are some other things too,


    just follow James''s order."


    "Today is not my first day as a secretary, I know what to do. Just leave, you don''t get paid for overtime


    anyway."


    Under Rose''s urging, Jennifer packed up her things and walked out worriedly.


    It was alreadyte at night, but the business district was still brightly lit. Many buildings were filled with


    people who were workingte like Joy Group. Some would even stay up all night. This was the


    She was wearing a ck skirt and a grey thin coat, walking toward the station for the night bus. They


    had just entered winter in early November and the weather had cooled down. Before she even reached


    the bus station, she had already sneezed several times.


    "Achoo..."


    On her sixth sneeze, an inconspicuous white SUV slowly pulled up next to her.


    Jennifer was slightly stunned and instinctively gave way to the car.


    A man in a blue casual suit walked out of the car. He had an earring on his right ear, which made him


    look a little feminine. He walked straight towards Jennifer. "Miss Hunter, right? Do you have time now? I


    need to talk to you."


    Jennifer froze for a moment. Looking at the familiar face, she asked in confusion,


    "Do I know you?"


    The man stood straight and smiled politely.


    "I''m... Jackson''s agent. You can call me Bastain."


    Hearing Jackson''s name, Jennifer frowned and said in an unfriendly tone,


    "What do you want?"


    "Don''t get me wrong. I just want to exin to you what happened in the afternoon. It won''t take too


    much time. Just ten minutes..." Seeing Jennifer''s cold expression, Bastain pursed his lips and stretched


    out his hand. "Just five minutes? We can talk in the car and we will send you back..."


    Jennifer nced at the SUV and there was an impatient look on her face. "Is he also in the car?"


    Bastain had strange look on his face.


    "Yes... Jackson..."


    After getting in the car, Jennifer finally knew why Bastain had such a strange expression.


    The spacious SUV was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Jackson was lying on the back seat,


    looking unconscious. There was an IV bottle hanging beside him on the hanger.


    "What happened to him?"


    Jennifer''s face tightened.


    Bastain closed the door and said helplessly,


    "He... was in a bad mood when he came back in the afternoon. When I went into his room in the


    evening, I saw that he was unconscious. I didn''t send him to the hospital because I was afraid of


    alerting the reporters, so I asked a doctor I knew to give him an IV in the car."


    Jennifer frowned and looked at the man lying in the back seat. His appearance was delicate and pretty,


    and she could vaguely see traces of his innocence between his eyes. The edges of his face covered up


    his youthful tenderness and he looked hardened. At this moment, this world-famous superstar was


    drunk and unconscious in this narrow space.


    "You''re looking for me because of this?"


    "He drank too much and kept calling your name. I have no choice. I also want to exin to you about


    what happened in the afternoon. Jackson didn''t know about the reporters. I did it. I didn''t think this


    through. He really just wanted to buy you lunch. He was afraid that you wouldn''te and suspect that


    he had ulterior motives, so he contacted your colleague first."


    Bastain''s words were like a needle pricking Jennifer''s heart. She felt the pain, but it was bearable.


    There were two voices in her head. One was telling her to leave heartlessly. She had nothing to do with


    either Jackson or Desmond anymore, she should stay out of trouble.


    But the other voice was telling her that it was her responsibility to guide him to let go of his guilt. On the


    surface, it seemed that she was hurt the most, but it was Jackson who bore most of the psychological


    pressure.


    He had broken off ties with the Whitney Family and changed his name. Over the years, he had been


    working alone abroad to reach his current status. He went from a pampered young master to a singer


    who would sing at bars for several hundred dors.


    If it weren''t for her, his life would have been smooth sailing.


    "Miss Hunter, look, I''ve exined everything. If you still don''t believe me, I can call the reporters who


    took photos this afternoon and confront him..."


    "There''s no need." Jennifer''s gaze fell on Jackson''s face.


    "When he wakes up, if he has time, you can tell him to call me. I''ll find time to talk to him about


    whatever he wants."


    Bastain looked happy. "Great! I''ll send you back now."


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    Jennifer was about to refuse when she suddenly remembered it waste at night and she would have


    to wait for a long time for the bus. So she didn''t refuse anymore.


    It was not a long journey. Jennifer sat beside Jackson and heard him muttering something. She


    vaguely heard the words "Jennifer" and some mumbles like "theatre".


    "Jennifer, wait for me..."


    He tossed and turned, suddenly holding her hand. Jennifer was so shocked that she hurriedly held his


    wrist, fearing that the needle would prate through his blood vessels.


    Bastain knowingly turned away his head to not look at them. There was tension in the car.


    Jennifer''s brows were tightly knitted. In the end, she didn''t pull out her hand. She held his wrist and


    brushed his messy fringe away. His hair was blue, probably for the dramatic effect on stage. It felt


    unreal when she touched it.


    Just like him, she felt unreal when he suddenly returned as Jackson, the superstar.


    "Jackson, do you know that there is no one in the world who should wait for someone without moving


    forward, let alone for ten years. Ten years is enough to change the world." Jennifer thought.


    Ten years ago, there was a fad of studying abroad. Jackson''s mother''s words were still vivid in her


    mind.


    "Jackson is destined to go abroad to study. Whether it''s now or in the future, you are just a burden for


    him. Can you afford to go abroad? You can''t."


    Yes, she couldn''t. Ten years ago, her father had just passed away. She and Stephanie depended on


    each other for survival. Although they weren''t destitute, all the money they had was invested in


    Stephanie''s precarious business at that time. She couldn''t leave the family''s mess behind and not do


    anything. Although she couldn''t help, at least she could keep her motherpany.


    After she learnt that Jackson was going abroad, she skipped ss the night before he left.