Novel & Cerita Jennie Age

Of course there had to be a good show for the public to watch. Jennie, the CEO of one of the best entertainment agencies, GoodLife agency and the second daughter of Sabastian Wilson, was seated in her office, scrolling through her phone, she couldn't believe that the limelight would be taken away from her so easily. For four years now, she had ruled the entertainment news with her outstanding performance as the CEO and now. And now just our of nowhere, the big boss and this Teresa of a girl has taken the limelight from her and worst of all, they weren't even in the industry.

A little girl with curly black hair, eyes closed, letting the wind sway her curls. Then, after a moment, the girl opened her eyes and gave Vanessa a sweet smile. “Hi! I’m Janna, I’m six years old. How about you?” the child said, smiling. “I’m Vanessa, I’m twenty-two years old.” The child raised her hands and counted on her small fingers, then scratched her head. She couldn’t count big numbers. “I can only count up to ten. You’re so old already,” she said with a frown. Vanessa laughed. The child was so cute, even if she called her old.

★JENNIE★ "A-nty Jennie, I want cornflakes." I tore my gaze away from my phone and looked down at my adorable four-year-old sister, Joanna. She meant the whole world to me and I don't mind going through hell and back, just to make sure she is always doing fine.

The two of them never met again. And now, in the blink of an eye, forty to fifty years had passed. Now, Sean was already in his 60s, while Jennie was already in her early 50s. Neither of them expected to run into each other here. Besides, even in his wildest dreams, Sean never expected that the little girl from back then would still maintain her beauty; her figure as voluptuous as ever, even though she was already a fifty-year-old old woman. She looked like a glamorous woman in her forties.

“What do you do, Jennah?” She looked quickly from his broad shoulders to those dark eyes. “I, ah, work for the police department here in town.” “A detective?” She grinned and shook her head. “No, I thought about trying it a few times, but got too old to pursue it by the time I decided.” He grinned. “I can’t see your age being the problem. You can’t be more than twenty-eight, twenty-nine.”

She dared not touch the table, apparently disgusted by the layer of grease on it. Listening to Joanne's words, Old Lady Atherton thought that she did not seem to be a materialistic person. "How long have you known Edwin?" she asked Joanne. Joanne scratched her head and counted mentally, "It's been many years. I've known him since my sophomore year." "How old are you?" "I was 24 years old. I was a sophomore in 2019. Who would have thought that five years would pass so quickly in the blink of an eye…" replied Joanne.

"Auntie, you loved someone else? So you rejected Fennick?" "I had just barely started my junior year of high school. Fennick had turned eighteen and was a senior, the age where you are old enough to find your mate. He told me it was me… but we had never gotten along, he had a playboy reputation," Gertrude said dismissively. She pulled out a bottle of lotion from her purse and hydrated her hands.

, she threw her hands up, while Mr Wang picked her up and placed her on his lap. "Ah Jenne, my princess, what's wrong?" He spoke childishly. "Cupcake", she said. Awe she's so cute. Although she's around my age or something, I still find it very cute. "You want cupcakes?" She nodded, smilingly and looked at me. I looked at both of the father and daughter calmly. "Oh, this is my daughter, Jenne. She's 7" he introduced. 2 years younger. She played with her teddy bear in his lap until the door slammed open and in came to a lady wearing a black maid uniform. A long black dress till her knees and an apron.

“I don’t think I’m doing my math right. How old are you?” Instead of answering she turned her phone back on and pulled up her search bar. After a quick search she closed her phone and placed it in her back pocket, “And?” JD asked with a grin. “I know you’re not so old that you don’t remember how old you are.” Chief laughed. “Thirty-six seems to be the standard. Although Mississippi age of consent is sixteen.” She said and grinned at her uncle’s friend who looked even more confused. His confusion only grew with JD’s question. “Mom talk to you about what I want for Christmas?”

“What is your name? And how old are you?” “G... Gianna. My name is Gianna and I am fifteen.” She replied with a heavy voice, probably because of tears in her throat. The moment her name sloped out of her mouth; I decide to protect her. She had my sister’s name, who now lived in states with her husband and three little pups. But wait…! Did she say fifteen? She was just a child, not even a proper teenager- According to me. She had her shift way too soon.