ra winced as her back ached from the impact, but she quickly pulled herself together. "I just got a bit turned around," she said, trying to sound casual.


    Jackson immediately shot back, "You weren''t just lost. You looked like you were sneaking around on purpose, trying to eavesdrop. ra, I''ve told you before, if you see me, keep your distance, or I can''t promise I won''t lose my cool."


    To emphasize his point, he brandished a gun and loaded a bullet with unsettling speed. A shiver ran down ra''s spine. Jackson was clearly off his rocker, bringing a gun to a ce like this. Instinctively, she ducked behind the sofa where Dn was sitting.


    Dn, with his fingers wrapped around a ss of whiskey, said calmly, "Jackson, put the gun down."


    Jackson grimaced, grumbling as he set the gun aside, but his tone was still harsh. "ra, get out."


    ra wasn''t clueless; it was clear both Richard and Jackson couldn''t stand her. But Richard wasn''t as extreme as Jackson, who seemed ready to escte things. What had she done to deserve such hostility?


    Logically, Dn should despise her too. So, why did he step in to stop Jackson? Her mind raced, and she quickly figured it might be thanks to Simon''s influence. Swallowing hard, she said, "I''ll head out right away."


    Just as she was about to leave, Dn spoke up again, "The guys outside are looking for you."


    She froze mid-step. Oh right, there were some men outside waiting to cause trouble for her. The presence of these three influential figures in the room kept them at bay. If she left now, she''d be walking right into their trap.


    But staying here was suffocating, especially under Jackson''s murderous re. Taking a deep breath, she scanned the room for another way out. The room only had two exits, and there was no guarantee either was safe.


    After a few minutes of thinking it over, ra reluctantly perched on the edge of the sofa next to Dn. It was a three-seater, and she sat as far from him as possible, wishing she could disappear.


    Jackson wanted to throw in a few more digs, but he noticed Dn''s expression, decided to hold back and switched to his own issues. "Dn, when you guys head back, don''t mention you saw me."


    He''de back home on Dn''s private jet, and hardly anyone knew he was back. Jackson had spent three years abroad, hoping the Dawson family would annul his marriage. But the girl had stayed with the Dawsons for three years and they even had a house.


    Though Jackson had never visited this so-called home, being married made him ufortable. He wanted a divorce and hoped his friends could help sort it out. Dn had met the woman who married into the Dawson family.


    "She''s actually quite nice. Maybe you should try getting to know her."


    "What?! You must be kidding. She came from a modest family, and her parents practically twisted my grandfather''s arm to get her married into our family. That''s basically selling her! She''s just amodity her family pawned off to the Dawsons!"


    Jackson''s eyes were full of disdain as he swirled his drink. "She is remarkablyposed. Over the past three years, nobody in my family besides my grandfather has bothered to see her, yet she stays in that marital home without causing any trouble. It seems like she intends to hold on to her position."