A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 85: Did You, Six Years Ago?

Vivian Quincy thought she must have misheard. She was completely bewildered, staring blankly at Jasper Ford with wide, confused eyes. "Are you talking to me?" she asked.

"Who else?" The man’s gaze was dangerous.

The corner of Vivian Quincy’s mouth twitched. She looked down at her jacket, her expression instantly darkening with annoyance.

’Is he a psycho!’

’Making such an outrageous demand... how is that any different from being a pervert?’

Vivian Quincy clutched her chest with both hands, her face flushed as she said warily, "What are you trying to do?"

"What do you think?" Jasper Ford repeated impatiently.

Vivian Quincy said angrily, "Why should I listen to you?"

Jasper Ford, looking displeased, stood up and walked toward Vivian Quincy.

Frightened, Vivian Quincy hastily backed away, but the man’s large hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder. She quickly looked up and said in a trembling voice, "Let go of me."

"Should I do it, or will you?" Although the man released her, he was far from finished. His gaze was fixed on Vivian Quincy, cold and devoid of any warmth.

His gaze terrified Vivian Quincy, but she had her principles. No matter what Jasper Ford was thinking, she would never compromise her dignity. She shook her head and said firmly, "I’m just your assistant."

Jasper Ford’s voice was low. "So you’re leaving it to me?"

The girl’s face paled in terror. She shook her head frantically. "No!"

’There’s something wrong with Jasper Ford tonight.’ She had told him more than once that their relationship was strictly professional. She thought he would have gotten the hint by now, but at this moment...

’Who knew what Jasper Ford would do next?’

They were very close. Vivian Quincy could clearly smell the faint scent of alcohol on Jasper Ford. ’He’s been drinking!’

’No wonder he’s acting so strangely today.’

Drinking leads to trouble, and a man who has been drinking is even more terrifying. Vivian Quincy resisted with all her might, which only angered Jasper Ford. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he terrified Vivian so much that tears streamed down her face as if a dam had broken.

But Jasper Ford had no intention of stopping. He ignored Vivian Quincy’s pleas until a few crystal-clear teardrops fell onto the back of his hand. Their scalding heat snapped him back to his senses, and only then did he realize that Vivian Quincy was crying...

She clutched her chest, cowering in a corner like a pitiful, coerced victim—small, weak, and helpless. It was a stark contrast to Jasper Ford at that moment; he looked just like a criminal forcing himself on her.

Jasper Ford fell silent. He withdrew his hand and asked her, "Six years ago, you..."

"Never mind. Just pull yourself together." The man, who had been about to say more, suddenly stopped, unwilling to press the issue.

He left, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Vivian Quincy hurried to the door and locked it. Jasper Ford, who hadn’t gone far, heard the sound and gave a helpless smile. ’I must be crazy to think Vivian Quincy was her.’

’Their... voices are just similar, that’s all.’

His mind in turmoil, the man went downstairs but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he sat in his car, lit a cigarette, and smoked nonchalantly. He exhaled clouds of smoke that blurred his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

It was quiet all around, with no one in sight. Only then did Jasper Ford realize it was late at night.

He started the car and drove back to The St. Declan Hotel. The presidential suite, room 797, was unchanged. Sometimes, Jasper Ford loved this room; he loved the sweet scent from his memory. But other times, he detested it, because entering this room reminded him not only of the woman from that night but also of Wanda Quincy...

Sitting by the window, he looked down coldly at the world outside. The hazy night view was beautiful.

Jasper Ford picked up his phone and called the front desk. "Send a bottle of wine over."

A bottle of red wine was quickly delivered to Jasper Ford’s room. He didn’t drink it; he just poured a glass and stared at it. Finding it all too dull, he was about to go to sleep when his good friend, Kaelan Knight, suddenly called, saying Jasper’s young nephew was causing trouble at his bar.

Jasper Ford had no choice but to go himself. By the time he arrived at the bar, Hayden Kaye had already been restrained. There was a pool of blood on the floor.

A group of seven or eight men stood glaring viciously at Hayden Kaye, who was being shielded by security.

Seeing Jasper Ford arrive, Kaelan Knight walked over quickly.

"What’s going on?" Jasper Ford asked.

Kaelan Knight said, "Hayden suddenly went crazy for some reason, smashed things up, and beat up some customers."

The men who had been beaten were some local thugs from Crestfall. Their leader, who had a bit of a reputation, was known as "Drexel." Drexel had gotten the worst of it. Seeing someone new arrive, he pointed at Hayden Kaye and asked Jasper Ford, "Is this kid with you?"

Jasper Ford said, "He’s my nephew."

"Your nephew beat me up. So, tell me, what are you going to do about it?" Drexel demanded furiously, his eyes bloodshot, looking like he’d lost his mind with rage.

Jasper Ford wasn’t an unreasonable person. Seeing that they were all quite badly injured, he said, "How much money do you want?"

"What’s that supposed to mean, kid? Do we look like we’re short on cash? Since you’re here, I don’t have any other demands. Just hand this brat over and let me beat him up again." Drexel, brandishing a knife, pointed at Hayden Kaye and threatened Jasper Ford.

His expression unchanged, Jasper Ford wrote a series of numbers on a check. "Is a million enough?"

"A million?" Drexel was stunned. He thought he’d misheard. He looked at Jasper Ford for a few seconds, thinking that someone so young probably wasn’t that rich, and shouted, "No! I’m going to cripple this kid today!"

Jasper Ford wrote another check. "Two million. That’s it. Kaelan, take him away."

Tossing the check down coolly, Jasper Ford turned and gave the order to Kaelan Knight.

Drexel felt humiliated. He charged at Jasper Ford in a rage, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Who do you think you are, you pretty boy? Think you’re hot stuff with your stinking money? If you’re going to protect this brat, I’ll beat you up too!"

With that, Drexel was about to call his men to rush forward and surround Jasper Ford.

The man stopped, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t move.

Seeing this, Kaelan Knight gave a look to the men behind him, and several of them quickly moved forward to block Drexel and his crew.

Drexel asked angrily, "Master Knight, what’s the meaning of this? You’re going to protect these two bastards?"

Kaelan Knight said, "You are all my guests. I’m not necessarily protecting anyone. Two million is enough for you to see a doctor, with plenty left over."

"I don’t want the money!" Drexel pointed fiercely at Jasper Ford. "I just want to beat up this punk."

On Kaelan Knight’s handsome face, the polite, gentlemanly smile slowly vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness. His voice was even colder. "Drexel, don’t push your luck."

With that one sentence, a dozen men in black suddenly emerged from behind him, completely surrounding Drexel and his group.

Drexel was terrified! Utterly shocked!

Kaelan Knight said with a cold expression, "Anyone else causes trouble, and I’ll break their legs."

Then, he turned to Jasper Ford with a smile and said, "Mr. Ford, this way, please."