Jessica Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

The wolf that arrived was none other than Richard Mills, Operations Director of Medcare Pharma. The room shifted at his presence. The crowd stepped aside to give him some space to approach us. “Mr. Mills! Good thing you came,” Jessica exclaimed. She and Mom stood up from the floor and walked toward him. Jessica put on that innocent smile once again as she began to slander me in front of Mr. Mills. “That woman over there,” Jessica said as she pointed at me again, “is a homewrecker and an unfilial daughter. She’s a disgrace. She’s only here because some old businessman probably bought her a ticket after selling herself to him.”

I furrowed my brows - this man really didn't have a pleasant voice worth listen to. "Huh~." - Richard stared at the man, scratching his head. "Yes, and who are you?." I pinned my lips tightly, muffling a laughter that had escaped my throat. Richard turned to me, his green eyes twinkling with confusion. "Ah...... I'm Chairman Dennis Wilson from NC corporations." - the man introduced awkwardly, handing over a glass of champagne to Richard, which he took. " I ought to give some time to discuss things out." - I smiled briefly as i walked away

"Even you want to betray me now! Are you going to leave me too?" Wilson struggled desperately. His breathing grew harder, and his vision started to blur. Driven by sheer survival instinct, he grabbed the emerald sculpture on the table and smashed it against Jessica. She let out a low grunt and collapsed. Wilson clutched his neck and coughed violently. Staring at Jessica lying on the floor, his eyes held not a trace of concern. Instead, there was only disgust and scorn in his gaze. "Look at you. Without your parents to back you up, you're nothing but a useless wreck. I'm not going to waste my life in poverty with you. I thought you'd make a comeback, but clearly, you're just useless."

But Jessica, as always, had never been one to follow subtle instructions. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table with a grin that carried a bit too much enthusiasm. “Well,” she said casually, “it’s a good thing you remember her.” Joseph shot her a warning look immediately. But Jessica simply shrugged. “Because NULLWRAITH is the deal now,” she continued brightly. Her voice carried excitement, as if she were discussing a trending headline. “Every organization out there wants to work with her.” She gestured lightly with her fork. “You’re lucky to have a woman like that by your side.”

I uttered. The taller man asked carefully, "Do you want us to make contact?" "Not yet," I said. "Patience. Let Jake cage her again. When she feels trapped and feels suffocated, she will remember this card. And she will reach out," I said. I placed the card back on the desk, my smile returning. "Jessica Wilson is not just Jake's wife, but she's something far more important and I intend to use her well," I announced. The room was quiet now. My men exchanged a glance, then nodded.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

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.

mr white confirmed his tone as serious as ever,he was willing to out in all effort to make sure this meeting went well. "Really?" Jessy asked sarcastically, even though she didn't know who mr white was referring to she wondered what on earth he must have thought about her. "I do not have an enemy and I think this meeting is a mistake!" Jessica said and immediately stood up to take her leave and Mr white tried to stop her. "Isabella works for me and i know that you want her out of Vincent's life!" Mr white noted and as she heard those words Jessica halted in her path.