Chapter 503

Tiffany walked back. Jenson's face became clearer with every step she took. When she finally reached him, Jenson grinned. "I knew you'd come back." Tiffany immediately frowned, and whatever pity she had felt for him vanished without a trace. "Jenson, are you serious? Will you really help me get the evidence against Donald?" "Depends on how you behave." As soon as Jenson said that, Tiffany turned to leave again. But she had barely taken a step when Jenson pulled her back. "If I said it, I mean it." Tiffany pulled her hand free and sat down on the chair. The cake was gone, leaving only some juice and snacks. Jenson picked up the candle from the cake crumbs, pulled out a lighter, and lit it. But the wind on the cliff was too strong; the moment he lit it, it was blown out. He tried again, and it blew out again. Tiffany couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like even the heavens are punishing you. Bad people don't deserve to celebrate birthdays; they only get to celebrate their death anniv