11.30 Wed, May
When the Book–Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl
Chapter 226 Truer Than Gold
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“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Sofia snapped, her voice tight with indignation. Her wide eyes brimmed with fury as her small fists clenched at her sides. “It’s bad enough you have no empathy–do you really need to be this nasty? Anyone who hires awyer like you is just asking for trouble. Did a dog eat your conscience or something?”
Clearly, the girl had been pushed past her limit.
“You-” Mr. Lwain raised a trembling finger and jabbed it toward her face, his expression twisted with rage. “People like you don’t deserve-
“You’re noisy.”
The voice cut through the tension like a de.
Crisp, cool, and unmistakably disdainful.
Jean’s heart gave a sharp, startled jolt.
That voice…
She whipped her head around–and there she was<b>. </b>
Jolene.
Dressed in a sleek ck suit, she strode across the parking lot with a calm authority. Her short hair was tucked neatly behind one <b>ear</b>, revealing a pale, striking profile. Her gaze zeroed in on Mr. Lwain, dark eyes narrowed in amused disapproval, like she was swatting away a mosquito with her stare alone.
Everyone else turned too, pulled by the gravity of her presence.
Mindy and Sofia blinked in confusion. They didn’t recognize the woman, but the air around her practically crackled with power.
Jean, however, remained still.
Calm. Watchful.
She didn’t know why Jolene had shown up here, but her gut told her one thing-
Jolene wasn’t here as an enemy.
They had a connection now. A shared tie through the Abyssal Choir.
And after thest routine meeting… even if Moon had stayed ambiguous in attitude, there had been no hostility. That meant something.
Across from her, Mr. Lwain stood frozen.
His eyes bulged. His lips parted hock. His shoulders trembled like he’d seen a ghost.
“M–Ms. Jolene?!”
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Chapter 226 Truer Than Gold
Then she stepped forward.
Her heels clicked confidently on the pavement as she approached Jean
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The contrast between them was striking–Jolene, all height and tailored precision; Jean, smaller, paler, and still recovering.
Jolene stopped beside her.
Jean looked up, uncertain. “You… why are you here?”
A small, knowing smile tugged at Jolene’s lips. She pped a hand on Jean’s shoulder, lightly but <b>firmly</b>, her tone yful yet mysterious. “What, did you forget? You asked me to step in as defense. Well–here I am.”
Jean blinked.
<i>Wait</i><i>, </i>what<i>? </i>
Her brows knit tight. <i>I </i><i>mean</i><i>, </i>I did ask–but didn’t you shoot me down in two seconds t?
Back at thatst Abyssal Choir meeting, Jolene hadn’t just said no–she’d practically ghosted her after the rejection.
So what the hell was this?
Did Jolene suddenly have a change of heart?
Suspicious as hell.
Jean narrowed her <i>eyes</i>, letting out a faintly amusedugh. “Are you serious?”
Jolene lifted a brow, expression cocky.
“Truer than gold.”
From the sidelines, Mr. Lwain looked like he’d been pped across the face with <i>a </i>brick.
He stumbled forward a step, his face twitching. “M–Ms. Jolene, you actually… you agreed to her request?”
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