Trapped In Lace

Jack could remember that Rachel once lived in a city in the north, but couldn't remember which city it was.

He took her hand. "Do you want to go back and take a look?"

Rachel slowly shook her head. "No. There's nothing to see."

Besides, ever since her house had been confiscated, it had been constructed and renovated by the government.

Now, it was a park.

The home that she had lived in for a few years was no more. Even if she went there, all she could see were swings and slides that would only serve as a reminder of what she had lost.

Jack wondered why she had suddenly remembered her home. Was it because this city was close to her home?

Seeing the sadness encrusted in her gaze, he decided to divert her attention. "Didn't you say that you wanted to renovate our kitchen last time? We can start the renovations once we come back.

Do you have an idea on what theme we could follow? We could draw it up ourselves."

Rachel's mouth twitched at the sudden change of topic. "I don't plan on renovating it now. It's just too troublesome," she complained.

To her surprise, Jack only grinned wider. "Have you finally remembered it?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? The kitchen renovation? I didn't forget

snorted. "Fine, show them to me then."

Seeing that he wasn't buying it, the man couldn't help but be a little bit anxious. He glanced at the other men cautiously.

The man beside him was slightly chubby. Although he looked calm, there was undeterred fury flashing in his eyes.

"You're telling us you didn't plot anything during the land bidding?" the man asked coldly.

Jonathan's face changed, but he didn't say anything.

The fat man grinned. "You're telling me right now that the Fu family had no involvement in this manner? You are the one who caused their death! If not, why would my brother be in such a hurry to ask for your help?"

He didn't stop from there. "It's the Fu family who killed them! Well, do you have anything else you want to say?"

Jonathan closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing.

He scowled and turned to his bodyguards. "Get them out."

The two men's jaws dropped at the order. They didn't expect that he would throw them out just like that. As they were being taken away, one of them yelled, "Jonathan, is this how you hide from all your problems, you son of a bitch! Don't pretend to be such a saint! We know what you've done. We know what you're capable of. Drop the act, you murderer!"