Chapter 117


    The scene of their first meeting was still fresh in her mind. At that time, David Jones had left a deep


    impression on her. He was always gentlemanly, calm and reserved, modest and polite.


    He was like an immortal, untainted by the emotions and desires of this mortal world.


    However, it was the same man who kept sweet–talking her. What was worse was that she could not


    resist him.


    Rachel Grey had always felt that she was the one who had the upper hand in maintaining rationality.


    However, in the face of David’s gentle and domineering advances, as well as this face that could


    mesmerize anyone, she was defeated time and time again.


    She slowly closed her eyes and silently told herself not to over–indulge and to remain rational.


    “Is this really your first time dating?” Rachel finally asked the question she had been wondering.


    David raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at the conflicted expression on her face, and his dark


    eyes flickered. He understood what she meant. “A man doesn’t need to be taught certain things when


    facing the woman he likes.”


    Rachel went speechless.


    She suspected that this man was hinting at something.


    Feeling a little ufortable, she tucked the loose hair behind her ear and changed the topic without


    batting an eyelid. “Why did you suddenly appear at the Smith’s residence?”


    Although she didn’t say it out loud, she was still concerned whether David had seen her strong and


    ruthless side.


    “I’ve said it before. Do whatever you want. I’ll support you in whatever you do. You don’t have to worry


    about the consequences.” His deep voice carried a hint of unquestionable favoritism. It sounded like an


    order, but he was pampering her, making it impossible for anyone to resist.


    In other words, no matter what Rachel did at the Smiths today, David would help her unconditionally.


    Rachel stared at him for a moment and suddenly chuckled. “What if Imit murder and arson one


    day? Will you feel that I’m not gentle at all and cold–blooded?”


    “You don’t have to be gentle. I will always be behind you no matter what.” David looked at her. His


    mysterious ck eyes were mesmerizing as if telling her that he would indulge. her.


    Rachel’s eyes flickered slightly.


    She did not need to be gentle…


    She had once wondered if she had agreed to David’s pursuit in a short period because she was


    impulsive or because she could not help but be tempted.


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    Now that she heard. vid’s answer, she felt that it waspletely reasonable for her to fall in love with


    someone like him within a short period.


    This man could always touch her heart with ease.


    At this moment, she received a call from Mr. Griffin. That sessfully interrupted her thoughts.


    She came back to her senses and picked up the phone.


    Then she heard Mr. Griffin’s angry roars. “Why did you leave me behind? How could you?”


    “I thought we weren’t heading the same way?” Rachel nced at David, who was paying attention to


    the road.


    Mr. Griffin, who was on the other end of the phone, resisted the urge to curse. Going back to the topic,


    he said, “That painting. Whose work do you think it is?”


    The person who made the counterfeit could mimic the appearance of the original artwork and make the


    counterfeit look aged but at the same time will leave behind personal characteristics.


    It was like a subconscious habit.


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    Rachel lowered her eyes to hide the cold glint in her eyes. “Don’t you already have an answer?”


    “I understand.” Mr. Griffin hung up the phone after saying that.


    David looked at Rachel. “Are you an avid collector?”


    Rachel said, “My maternal grandfather is. I gained some understanding after being influenced by him


    gradually when I was young.”


    “I happen to have some collections too. I’ll bring you to take a look when I have time.” David looked at


    her with a smile.


    For some reason, when she saw the man’s smiling face, she was reminded of how the Big Bad Wolf


    impersonated Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma and tried to deceive her. It was obvious David had “ill


    intentions.”


    The car stopped at the entrance of the Johnson Corporation. Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt. “I’m


    leaving.”


    The moment she reached for the door, the man suddenly pounced on her and pressed her against the


    car window.