Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 31: Not Helping and Losing Hope

Hans looked up at Jennifer who was surrounded by the crowd. Wearing high heels and being in the

centre of the crowd, she was particularly eye-catching. She held her white handbag over her head and

her clear eyes were looking expectantly in his direction.

Just like after that car accident, when Stephanie took his hand and looked at him expectantly when she

was dying.

"You must take good care of Jennifer. I'm begging you."

James stepped on the brake and was about to unfasten his seat belt. "Mr. Hans, I'll go to help..."

"Just drive."

Hans who was sitting at the back slowly uttered these words. His tone was cold as if the person being

attacked was his enemy. He sounded like he wanted her to die on her own, because it would save him

the trouble of dirtying his hands.

James opened his mouth in surprise, but he did not dare to disobey Hans's order. He fastened his seat

belt again and hit the gas. The black SUV slowly disappeared from the crowd.

Jennifer watched as Hans's eyes grew indifferent. His slowly rolling up the window showed her that he

would not save her, and her expectations of him gradually burned to ashes.

"Thud!" She felt a burning pain on her forehead, and the broken eggshells mixed with sticky eggs

covered her eyes. She tried to wipe it off but the more she wiped, the messier it became.

"You shameless bi*ch." Some people had begun to pull her clothes, and some people pulled her hair

so hard that her face was distorted.

"This was a misunderstanding. I don't know Jackson at all."

Jennifer screamed, she hurled her white handbag at the people around her.

"That was a lie! We've checked. You have been pestering our Jackson since you were in school."

Jennifer couldn't defend herself. There was nothing she could do except to wave her handbag around

to create a safety zone for herself while squinting.

There were too many of them and they were unreasonable. They only wanted to pour the dirty water on

her. They were fans, crazy and brainless fans.

It was ironic that most of these fans were the source of income for Joy Group's film and television. Only

they would impulsively purchase anything in order to support their idols at all costs.

As people pulled on her, Jennifer was exhausted. Her hair came loose and scattered on her

shoulders like a madman. Some people even cruelly pulled out her hair from the root. A sticky feeling

soaked through her neck, and a gust of wind blew through which made her feel cold inside out.

"Kill her! Kill her! What a shameless woman!"

"Get rid of the trash for Jackson!"

"What are you doing? Get out of here, we have already called the police."

Finally, a security guard who couldn't take it anymore came to stop them.

Jennifer was in a mess and looking at this, the security guard handed her some tissues.

"Miss Jennifer, do you want to go back to the company and clean up first?"

"No, thank you for your help." Jennifer wiped away the egg from her eyes and thanked the security

guard. She endured the grievance and great disappointment and walked tiredly to the side of the road.

She wanted to call a taxi, but it was peak hours. It was impossible to find a car in the central business

district. When she finally got a taxi, she was pushed by a woman who came out of nowhere. The

woman who was wearing a mask forced her way into the taxi.

Jennifer staggered, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the woman in the mask was the first one who threw eggs at

her.

She was a mess and she had no energy to care about anyone. She supported herself on the ground,

limped along the road, and waved for another taxi while walking.

A group of security guards surrounded the company main entrance. The manager of the security

department frowned. Their boss asked them to come out to help, which just meant that they should

disperse those troublemakers away. Anything else should not be their business, right?

On the overpass in the city centre of California, cars formed a long queue during peak hours. This

traffic jam was also one of the main characteristics of California.

Inside the expensive black SUV, James hung up the call in the car that was connected to the mobile

phone, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Manager of the security department has already dealt with it. That group of people came with

malicious intent but when they heard that someone had called the police, they ran away. Secretary

Jennifer was not injured."

Hans casually answered, he didn't seem to care about what James said.

"Mr. Hans, you're quite concerned about Secretary Jennifer, or else you wouldn't have asked me to

inform the security department. In that case, why did you..."

"You talk a little too much today."

The cold male voice from the back seat interrupted James's words.

In the rearview mirror, Hans's side profile was cold as he looked at the traffic outside the window. A hint

of hostility appeared between his brows.

He didn't know why, but he didn't feel happy to see her being bullied like he thought he would. Instead,

he felt suffocating. Jennifer was really a bane to him.

California was one of the six major provinces in the country. The night light was buzzing as the sky

grew dark. Neon lights on the side of the road gradually lit up. It was rainy and the rain fell on the car This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

windows. Slowly, a layer of cold fog appeared in the distance.

It was late autumn. The rain was piercing cold.

Rose put on her mask and happily opened the door, thinking it was her food delivery. As soon as she

opened the door, she saw Jennifer in a mess. Her black blazer and her white shirt were sopping wet.

She was wet and sticky, and her long black hair was stained with sharp fragments and goo, as if she

had just climbed out of the trash can.

"Jennifer?" Rose cried out in surprise, "What happened to you?"

An hour ago when the call disconnected suddenly, Rose was worried but she thought maybe Jennifer's

phone suddenly ran out of battery. Jennifer was a very rational and organized person, and she would

not let herself get into any dangerous situation. Plus it was only five o'clock at that time, which was just

after work, Jennifer should be at the door of the company. What could have happened with so many

people around?

Rose unlocked her door and hurriedly welcomed Jennifer in. She wanted to reach out to hold her but

there was not a single spot on her that she could touch.

"You... Ayyy..."

Before she finished her words, she saw Jennifer was about to fall down. Rose quickly reached out to

help her, and the sticky feeling made her grimace for a long time.

"I don't have any place to go. Can I sleep here tonight, please?"

Her voice was weak, as if she was mumbling to herself in a daze.

Rose was stunned and instantly felt that something was amiss. She could not care less about being

dirty and reached for Jennifer's forehead. It was burning up. "You have a fever?"

After saying this, Jennifer fell straight on her shoulder.

Rose was small. If Jennifer weren't so skinny, she would have fallen down with her. Rose cried out in

surprise. Enduring the pungent smell in her nose, she pulled and dragged Jennifer with all her might

before she finally got Jennifer into the bathtub.

"Oh my God..."