"I don't kill those who prove to be a helping hand. Moreover...." tuning around her face in his direction with sparkling eyes, Jennifer's lips curved upwards into a smirk, "...Enemy's enemy is friends."
"Which enemy do you mean to talk about, Ms. Taylor?" Jack couldn't help but ask when he saw that the lady was playing mind games.
Coming into his house at this hour, he knew that there had to be her own objectives. She isn't as sweet as she appears to be. Neither is she as soft and timid as what others take her into account.
Meanwhile, Jennifer took a sip of the wine glass that was present in her hands when she lowered her eyelids. Yet her smile never faded, "You have only one enemy right now, who is no one else but you dear stepbrother... isn't that true?"
