Novel & Cerita Jenny Dia

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

“And becomes a liability.” “Maybe.” We need to figure out which one it is. Or was there a completely different motive? After we freshen up, we head to the barracks canteen for breakfast. There’s still a lot to do, but I make a point of checking the apartment’s CCTV feed again. Jenny is getting ready. Today is her first court hearing. She’s wearing a simple white and grey dress. No makeup. No jewellery. She is not the woman I fell in love with.

Derry said to Lily and she smiled as they both walked to the dance floor Nicky had created and they danced. While everyone was happy and enjoying the happy day, Rosy was on her way to Washington to visit Jennifer and informed her she had the original documents of Mingle International.

Jenny muttered as she tapped on her chin thoughtfully. "Huh??" Diana scowled at her. "And if I'm right, then, you and your bastard should be rotting in prison already." Jenny added. Diana let go of me immediately; "What did you just say to me?" She asked angrily. "I know you heard me loud and clear. Why ask for me to repeat myself again??" Jenny asked, a small smile creeping unto her face. What is she doing? Why is she irking her this much?? Diana's eyes twitched as she advanced towards the unfazed looking Jenny.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

She was petite, adorable, with doll-like features and a pair of sparkling eyes, exuding great beauty. Diana blinked slightly, recognizing the person. Jenny Matthews. John's cousin. As soon as Jenny saw Diana, she froze for a moment, her eyes involuntarily flashing with surprise. Regaining her composure, she looked towards Jackson who stood beside Diana. "Jackson, who is this?" "This is Ms. Diana Thompson," Jackson replied, adding, "And she's also the boss's fiancée." Jenny's mesmerized gaze took a complete 180-degree turn, instantly darkening.

Jessica asked. “Who? Where?” Diane asked, confused. “Jay,” Jessica clarified, clearly curious. “We’re friends,” Jenny replied with a smile. “We broke up almost a year ago, and in a few months, he’ll be flying off again anyway.” “Why do you ask?” Mayoko stepped in to help Jenny.

Just then, a maid passes by in the hallway, prompting Alexander to step back quickly and clear his throat. "Excellent," he replies, nodding once with satisfaction. Before they headed out, Jenny applied a temporary dye to her hair, added a bit of shimmer, and brushed on fake freckles across her cheeks. Despite feeling comfortable and safe with Alexander, it was crucial to her that no one recognized her as Jenny Swift, the ailing daughter of Eduardo Swift, a well-known politician. A part of her believed that enough time had passed for her to venture out without being spotted, yet there always seemed to be a journalist lurking nearby, eager for the latest scoop.

She saw JJ’s avatar and pinged him. “Hey JJ,” she said around a mouthful of pad Thai. “Um…who’s this?” he asked. Dianna frowned. She checked she was logged in under her pseudonym…yep, there was her gamer name above her avatar. “It’s Kei Ren,” she replied, swallowing. “Your voice sounds…” “I had a mouthful of food—” Dianna stopped as her heart rate spiked, and she looked down. She was wearing her headset and mic but her voice modulator was sitting on the couch still. JJ could hear her real voice. Her real female voice.

After eating, Caleb and Diana returned to the bedroom to dress so she could face the crowd of female-hungry reds. She frowned at the meager selection in her closet—meager mostly because she worked out of her home or took a run on the wild side on the weekends in the woods sans clothes. “We should arrive early, don’t you think, Caleb?” Diana pulled a slinky emerald-green dress over her head. “I was going to wear black, but I’m not in the mood. What do you think?”