Jessica was confused. “Isn’t that your last name?”
“No. My full name is George.”
Her lips twitched. Could that be real?
As if sensing her disbelief, his voice grew heavier. “How could I share the same surname as Mr. George? What’s your name?”
Not wanting to reveal her identity, she said, “My name is Bunny.” It was her childhood nickname.
He updated her contact name on his phone. The screen’s glow illuminated his chiseled features. His long fingers tapped the screen.
“So your name is Bunny, Jessica Brown.”
A jolt went through her, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
“Got it, Bunny,” he said, his tone unreadable.
Caught in her lie, Jessica fell silent. After a moment, she managed a weak whisper. “Could you… unlock the door?”
He did.
Jessica scrambled out of the car and hurried away without looking back.
Back in her apartment, after a shower, she lay in bed, her mind a chaotic mess. She couldn’t keep working at the club; it was a young woman’s game with no future. She wondered if Lance would lift the blacklist after their divorce.
Letting out a long sigh, she tried to drift off to sleep.



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