Chapter 689 Break Your Legs

I instinctively lowered my head when I heard that familiar voice. When Sam approached and noticed Jack with a woman, he stopped in his tracks. "Well, excuse me. Mr. McLennan, I didn't realize you had company," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No wonder you went overseas. You brought back a foreigner, huh?" I was wearing a wig that day, so he didn't recognize me. But I knew exactly who he was from his voice. Sam had always tagged along with Leonard on his nights out, drinking and fooling around. He had never missed a chance to insult me, calling me a gold-digger and worse. If he figured out I was still alive, there'd be chaos. I kept my face hidden behind my hair, thankful for the disguise—sunglasses, mask, and all. Jack didn't let go of my hand, his expression calm and unreadable. "Mr. Jones, sorry, but we're in a rush. Excuse us," he said smoothly. Sam didn't push. He stepped aside with a smirk, letting us pass, but he couldn't resist adding, "By the way