Sextuplets From Ruthless Love

"The first item is a performance by popular singer Taylor Hathaway. She'll be singing 'My One True Love.' Next up will be a magic show..."

She skimmed through the performance line-up and was filled with confusion when she reached the finale.

The final item for the night was to be a pole dance?

Wouldn't that be too risque?

"The strip dance will be the final performance..." She realized her mistake but the words were already out her mouth.

Trevor choked on his coffee when he heard this.

Had he misheard her?

"Sorry, I meant to say pole dance. The last two performances will be the magic show and pole dance."

Jessica's face flushed with embarrassment as she clenched the documents tight.

Goodness, what was she even saying?

"What's going on inside your head?"

Trevor shook his head as he studied her flustered appearance, tickled.

"No... I wasjust..."

Jessica wanted to find a hole and bury herself inside it. It was merely a slip of the tongue as she had mixed up both dances in her mind.

"All right, don't bother thinking of an explanation. At least I know what kind of person you are now. Just ensure you don't let your past-time interfere with your work." Trevor put his cup down and said sternly.

Jessica was going bonkers! How dare he claim to know what kind of person she was?

What exactly did he mean by that!

She absolutely did not fill hertime with such nonsense!

"Is there anything else you need of me, Mr. Gulliford?"

"That's all for now. Please prepare a cup of coffee for me in the meantime."

Trevor was slightly fatigued after his tight schedule in the morning.

"Right away, Mr. Gulliford."

Jessica took the chance to have a breather while heading to the pantry.

Every moment spent in front of Trevor was fraught with anxiety as she was worried of being recognized.

"How's it going, Jessica? Everything all right?"

Martin appeared out of the blue and inquired.

"Good. What's the matter?"

Jessica eyed him dubiously as she stirred her coffee. Martin was acting fishy.

"May I ask a favor of you? Ms. Black is arriving soon, and Old Mr. Gulliford expects Mr. Gulliford to escort her Since Mr. Gulliford has always been

need my help convincing him to do so?

capricious, I need you You

Jessica ventured with arched brows.

"Exactly. If that's fine with you?"

Martin poured a glass of water and extended it to Jessica pleadingly.

"Martin, I wish I could help. It's just that I'm simply not capable enough."

This was Trevor they were talking about.

You could count with one hand the number of people that held sway over him.

"Come on, Jessica, pretty please? I'm torn between Old Mr. Gulliford and our director. Otherwise, I'm dead meat."

Martin's eyes were beseeching as he proffered the glass of water.

"Fine, I'll try my best. No promises though."

Jessica inclined her head as Martin broke into a smile. His years of experience working for

Trevor required him to think critically, or else he would have failed miserably from the get-go if he had

approached him with the request.

Jessica returned back to the office and served Trevor his coffee.

Trevor took a sip of his coffee. It was sweeter than what he preferred. He kept quiet despite his slight annoyance at that. "Your voice sounds a lot like my wife's."

He raised his head to look at Jessica

and sighed discreetly. Jessica was still alive. Based on Martin's

behavior, his subordinates have yet to collate further information about her

Why was it taking them so long?

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"Does your wife dance, too?"

Jessica intentionally brought up dancing to remind him that she had been lame three years ago.