Daddy, don't flirt

After leaving Bunny’s room, Jamie walks out of the villa calmly, pressing the button on her necklace. Then she gets on her car in
the underground parking lot to leave the manor.
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Escorted by cold wind, Jamie drives directly to the wharf of City A in the leaden sky.
It’s January, and the Chinese Spring Festival is coming in less than half a month.
With gloom in her eyes, Jamie touches the necklace. It’s cold outside. She puts on her long white woolen coat and gets off the
car.
The wharf is quiet, for no ships passing by. There are few ships moored to the seashore without people on them.
Jamie realizes Ryan has cleaned out the wharf beforehand.
With chill wind against her face, she heads for the appointed place, head drawn in, nose red, and eyes glittering.
She stops at a unique yet beautiful ship.
“I’ve got the ring. Come out and take it,” Jamie says to the people inside.
Then Ryan and Twelve come out of the dark and stop at her.
With hope in her eyes, she sniffs and says, “I give you what you want as promised, and you should tell me my past now.”
It’s more of a trade than payment.
She trades the ring for her past.
Ryan affectionately gazes at Jamie, a weak girl pretending to be tough, and feels compassionate. “Sweetheart, it means nothing
to you.”
Jamie raises her head, looking at him with confusion, and she’s delicate that Ryan feels protective of her.
“Where’s the ring?” Twelve tilts her head and feels amused. She wonders if Jamie will kill herself if she recalls her past and finds
that she betrays her husband. Twelve can’t wait to see it.

She smiles and stretches her hand out toward Jamie.
Jamie bites her lip, debating with herself.
Seeing her hesitation, Ryan knows she’s ashamed of stealing the ring from a “stranger”.
It costs Dan William three days to recall nothing in her mind. What a loser!
Thinking of Dan’s failure, he puts on his smug face with gentle gaze as if drowned in great joy.
It’s the last time. It’s definitely the last time to hurt her. From now on, he swears he’ll take good care of her.
Jamie has no choice but to walk to them. And her weakness ignites the fire of confidence burning in Ryan and Twelve, for they
have successfully taken control of Jamie.
Jamie pulls out the black ring from her pockets, which is warmed by her body. However, she hesitates before she gives it to
them.
“Jamie!” There comes a voice bleeding with frustration and fury, shocking Jamie to shiver, and the ring slips out of her hand,
falling into Ryan’s palm.
Sensing the weight of the ring, Ryan finally feels relieved.
For all the sufferings and schemes, he proves that he’s the winner, isn’t he?
Trembling as she is, Jamie turns back and looks at Dan’s shocked and disappointed face, drowned in the flood of his sorrow in
his eyes.
With heart aching, she almost chokes to death.
Ryan quickly holds her staggering body and leaves her to Twelve, staring at Dan with hostility.
From now on, he’ll spare no efforts to start a fight with him.
Twelve grabs the ring and looks into it. Although she didn’t see it before, the texture, pattern, and the engraved characters look
like true. It’s definitely the Myth ring. And she nods toward Ryan positively.
It’s the ring he wants.

Jamie still looks at Dan with shock. The sorrow and disappointment on her perfect face are so deep as if imposed on her soul
and heart.
“You...” She tries to say something, but fails to find the words.
What to say? To tell him she just borrows it and she’ll return it?
Jamie thought she’s a bit wrong, but now she finds her mistake is magnified by his glare.
“Why do you betray me?” He swallows and stares at her, with storm clouds brewing in his eyes.
“Boss Dan, you’re kidding. It’s not a betrayal as you’re nothing to her at all.” Ryan sneers and moves his arm to Jamie’s waist in
the face of Dan.
In a dark face, Dan counters with a grin, “Ryan Jack, I’m so impressed that you should use a woman to achieve your aim. What
a shame!”
“Shame?” Ryan scoffs. After he left the Gilbert family, he’s done so many shameful things, but he never thinks he’s wrong.
Except Jamie Moore.
“Hilarious. Jamie’s willing to do it for me. Ask her if you don’t believe it. Jamie, am I right?” Ryan whispers softly in her ear. His
voice’s as tempting as a magic spell controlling her mind.
Her glittering eyes are replaced by hollow ones without emotion, falling on Dan’s. She says numbly, “It’s my decision. He has
nothing to do with it.”
“Jamie Moore! What the heck are you talking about?” Dan glares at Jamie, who’s fooled by Ryan, and clinches his fists, for he’s
so pissed off.
“Don’t you get it? What a pity! She won’t say it again.” Ryan grins and caresses Jamie’ face, but she’s too numb to frown or
dodge, as if she has no soul.
Ryan takes off his smile and says to Twelve, “Let’s leave here.”
“Leave? Do you think you’re in your house?” After Dan’s words, a crowd rushes in and besieges Ryan and Twelve.

And Ryan is shocked to see his men standing by are replaced by Dan’s men. How did they make it?