Chapter 13


    “Does she like Alfred that much? She’s even calling his name in her dreams!” he thought furiously.


    Jessica said nothing as she nced 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 ce 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 ount!” Asher offered as he came to her with hisptop. As he was


    barely six, he seemed to be struggling to hold theptop. “Asher, do you know how to use aptop?”


    “Ms. Jessica, Asher knew how to use aputer since he was little. He’s aputer expert!” Monica


    exined cheerfully as she came over with a tter 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 ept 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 be the kids’ guardian. That was the only way the kids could go to


    kindergarten. Jessica promised to settle the matter and proceeded to apany the kids to bed. TheN?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    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 toe in to deliver their fruit tter. 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 ss 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 dered unhappily. He flung


    his ss 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…”