Chapter 8

　　"Yes, that's how it was.", Lance said calmly. 　　Fred was still a little bit too slow, and Jake on the side finally opened his mouth and asked Lance, "What happened to the girl? Was she rescued?" 　　Lance’s face changed, and after taking a sip from the wine glass, he said, “She was rescued, but the intracranial congestion and blood pressure forced the optic nerve and almost lost his sight. However, she recovered three months after the operation. She survives and is now in a very good state. 　　For some reason, Jake seemed to feel that Lance's tone was a bit angry when he mentioned the girl. 　　Although he didn't understand, Jake didn't ask any more... 　　The three are childhood friends and their ancestors have been friends for three generations. 　　Since their grandfathers, the Logan family, Smith family, and Brooks family have always been one of the top in Jacksonville. 　　Their companies are involved in multiple mainstream fields such as finance, real estate, automobiles, and networks. 　　It's just that the Brooks Group is now turning to minerals as its main line of business. Although it is not comparable to that of the Logans and the others, they are still rich in oil. 　　Among the three, Fred is the most irritating one. He always has endless words and troubles. 　　Jake was the most short-tempered. When he was fighting with his second brother when he was a child, his fury could be heard in the whole building. Whenever Fred thought of this, he always makes fun of him. 　　Lance’s personality is the most reserved, with a smile on his face most of the time which makes him the most difficult to understand. He never shows on his face what's in his heart. This is also the most troublesome for his parents. They don't know what he thinks because he tends to keep it inside. 　　Lance may not be short-tempered, but he would only be angry at the people he cared about. 　　Of course, Jake and Fred had also seen him when he initiated his ruthlessness... 　　... 　　When Jake returned to the business suite, the sky was already dark. 　　He completely forgot that on his big bed, there was a woman who was so drunk. 　　Throwing the suit on the sofa aside, as soon as he lay on the bed, his arm touched a soft object. 　　Suddenly sitting up from the bed, Jake suddenly turned black. 　　Shane's sleeping appearance was extremely bad, and her whole body was buried in the quilt. Except for one foot exposed outside, it was almost impossible to see that there was such a person lying on the bed. 　　Jake stared at her for a moment, and after pulling his tie left and right, he finally got up and walked towards the bathroom. 　　... 　　Shane's sleep was dark and sweet, and she almost didn't even dream. 　　When she woke up, in addition to the heaviness on her forehead, there was also a burst of pain in her stomach. 　　Opening her eyes, Shane looked around strangely. This is not the villa where she and Lance live together, nor the new home that Grace has just renovated... Then where is this place?! 　　Shane was sober in an instant and suddenly sat up from the big bed. 　　When her gaze fell on the man wearing a bathrobe in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, she was completely dumbfounded. Although the figure of the man was two-way familiar, she was completely aware that it was not Lance at all. 　　She finally couldn't help screaming. 　　Hearing the screams behind him, Jake frowned and turned around, still holding a cup of coffee in his hand. 　　When Shane saw Jake's face, she panicked and shouted indiscriminately, "How come it's you?!" 　　"Why can't it be me?!", Jake asked rhetorically with a smile. 　　Shane immediately pulled the quilt under her armpit, only to realize that her clothes were worn as they were before. 　　Putting down the quilt, Shane still pulled her messy neckline and asked, "You...and me... Did something happen last night?" 　　Jake looked calm and said, "There is..." 　　Shane's face instantly paled. 　　Jake looked at her with a playful look and said, "...That's impossible! I am really interested in a drunk woman like you." 　　Shane glared at him unceremoniously and finally got up from the big bed after finally letting out a sigh of relief. 　　Picking up her coat jacket from the ground, smoothing her long hair indiscriminately with her fingers, she said, "I'm sorry I have something to do.I have to go now." 　　"Wait..." Jake turned around again and looked at Shane. 　　Shane was too embaraased and she didn't dare to look at Jake's eyes. She couldn't imagine what it was like when she was so drunk last night. 　　"I asked someone to investigate you. I heard that you are a psychiatrist." , Jake said calmly. 　　Shane looked at him carefully while putting on her shoes, "Yes, I am a psychiatrist, but what does this have to do with you?" 　　Jake pursed the corner of his mouth and gazed at Shane's chest which hadn't been buttoned yet. Under her loose clothes, her snow-white gully was unobstructed. Shane tightened her neckline and stared at him defensively, "Pervert!" 　　Jake laughed. His deep eyes became very beautiful, and he said, "You threw yourself on me twice, looked and touched me, and now, you're telling me I'm pervert. Isn't it appropriate?" 　　Shane felt that this person was unreasonable, and because of her own guilty conscience, she picked up her handbag and turned around and was about to leave. 　　"I have a nephew named Jonas. I hope you can serve as her counselor..."