Chapter 836 Looming Danger


    J and Draco boarded the ne and settled down in their seats.


    After putting their luggage away in the overheadpartment, Draco turned to J. "Do you want


    something to drink?"


    J had been talking with Brandon before boarding the ne. They had spoken for a long time,


    so her throat was indeed a little dry. "Yes, please. Orange juice would be good. Thank you, Mr.


    Wesley."


    As the two of them fell into a conversation, they didn''t notice the man sitting behind them. He was


    wearing a baseball cap, which he pressed down to cover his face. A strange, unsettling smile


    appeared on the corners of his mouth.


    It was none other than Jorge!


    Two days ago.


    Jorge was resting on the bed, knowing there was no hope for his broken leg at all. He was damned


    to be a cripple for the rest of his miserable days. Only two faces filled his mind when he heard the


    prognosis. His hatred for Brandon and J consumed him, keeping him awake.


    As hey down, seething in anguish and fury, a message came from a mysterious man. He was the


    same person that saved Jorge before.


    The man told him that J and her boss, Draco would be on a business trip to Northcliffe. He told


    Jorge to tail them.


    The man had even sent a vial of poison to Jorge. Once Jorge got on the ne, he should find an


    opening to inject it into J.


    The poison was extracted from a viper, and it was slow-acting. The symptoms would almost be the


    same as being bitten by the snake; the only difference was that the toxin took effect slowly. By the


    time it would be detected, the person''s organs would have already failed.


    It would be a slow, excruciating death.


    Once the ne took off, there would be no professional medical staff or ess to equipment. There


    would be no way to save J in time.


    Most importantly, the unnamed man had already made calctions. The duration of the flight was


    about the same as the time it took for the poison to act. When the nended, Jorge could take


    advantage of the chaos and escape safely.


    The n was foolproof. Jorge nced at the small syringe in his hand. The green liquid gleamed


    inside the tube, giving off a sinister light.


    He turned to his crippled leg and gritted his teeth. This was all because of J. If she hadn''t butted


    into the matter with Elizabeth, his life would have been so different. He would have already been a


    rich man by now from the hundreds of thousands of dors made from the sales of the design drafts


    he stole from Elizabeth.


    Brandon had gotten involved too—putting a high price on Jorge''s head and even going as far as


    freezing his bank ount. Without money, Jorge didn''t have far to run.


    The two of them made his life hell.


    He would make sure to return the favor.


    J had no way of knowing the danger that lurked behind her.


    Draco handed J the orange juice he got from the stewardess, and the two of them talked about


    the Iridescent Show. J gulped two mouthfuls of orange juice, and then took out the designs and


    began to read.


    As she checked the details, a thought came up to her. "Do we need to check the venue in advance?


    What if your designs don''t fit with the aesthetic?" Draco ndly flipped through the documents in his


    hands. "Don''t worry. I already know what the stage would look like, and the pieces I''ve designed


    have been sent there in advance. Everything''s been taken care of. We can take it easy. All there''s


    left is to show up."


    Only then could J let out a relieved breath. The Iridescent Show was of utmost importance to


    her. They couldn''t afford for anything to go wrong.


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    There were still a few minutes left before the ne took off.


    J nced at her phone, wondering if she should send a message to Brandon. Before she


    boarded the ne, she had sensed that his mood was down.


    She put down the documents she had been leafing through and took another sip of orange juice.


    Then, she stood up to go to the bathroom. Jorge had never taken his eyes off J since she


    appeared. He watched her get up, his blood pumped with excitement. The perfect chance had


    presented itself, and she was walking right into his trap. Pushing himself up on his good leg, he left


    his seat and limped after J to the bathroom, his mind reeling with eagerness. He could almost


    taste his revenge.