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Jackson froze, muttering, “Then did Chloe contact you? Did she say when she’d be back?”
Mr. Peterson shook his head, then asked cautiously, “Young Master, did you and Young Madam have a fight?”
Jackson subconsciously shook his head, pacing back and forth inside the house, finally thinking of someone.
He called my best friend, Sarah, ten times in a row.
But it was a busy signal; he had clearly been blacklisted.
Ashley chuckled. “Maybe Chloe just doesn’t want to see you yet. Otherwise
Before she could finish, Jackson’s face hardened. “I’ll go to her house directly.”
Ashley was speechless.
Jackson, seemingly tireless, drove to three different locations looking for me.
He knocked on Sarah’s door.
When Sarah opened it and saw him, her face turned cold, and she tried to close it.
He stuck his foot in the door, urgently asking, “What do you mean by this? Where’s Chloe? Is she at your place?”
Sarah gave a sarcastic smile. “Jackson Hayes, you’re too late. Chloe already went abroad. Before she left, she told me to give you a message: Don’t bother her anymore!”
I didn’t expect Sarah to be so reliable.
I silently gave her a mental thumbs–up.
