Chapter 115
Jackson watched Zion struggle, his face cold and unreadable,
At first glance, he seemed indifferent, but if you looked closer, you’d catch the subtle amusement flickering in his eyes.
He had every reason to despise the Jenkins family. Even though Janie barely paid them any attention, it didn’t soften his
He wouldn’t go out of his way to trouble people Janie didn’t care about.
But if they were stupid enough to stumble into trouble on their own, Jackson figured mocking them a little wasn’t out of
line.
It was a quiet kind of ridicule, but to Zion and Ryan–who were always hyperaware of Jackson–it felt like a slap in the face.
Zion shifted uncomfortably, his whole body aching as someone tended to his injuries. His thoughts drifted.
From the way Janie carried herself, she probably had something that could ease his pain. But she just stood there, calm and detached, as if none of this mattered.
Zion wondered. If it was Jackson lying here instead, would she still be this indifferent!
Zion hated himself for thinking it, knowing full well he had no right to expect anything from her. Still, the bitterness gnawed at him.
Ryan felt just as frustrated. He cared about his younger brother, no matter how reckless Zipn could be, and seeing him like this wasn’t easy to stomach.
And then there was Janie–cold, distant, untouchable.
Ryan closed his eyes, a pang of regret tugging at him.
It was like holding sand in his palm, letting it slip away without a second thought–only to feel the emptiness when it was
gone.
[Poor Zion! Doesn’t Janie have something to help him out! Can’t she just give him a little?]
[Seriously? Even if she does, why should she? Has Zion ever treated her or Jackson with an ounce of respect! You can’t expect someone to help you when you’ve done nothing but take advantage of them.]
[Honestly, Zion had it coming. Why would he go after Jackson? Humiliated now, huh? Regretting it yet?
Noah, standing nearby, had a far more dangerous look in his eyes. His thoughts were dark and unforgiving–If he could get rid of the Jenkins.
The thought lingered, tempting him, but Noah forced himself to shove it aside.
Instead, he pulled out his phone and busied himself stirring the pot in the Night Guard group chat.”
As their complaints started rolling in, Noah’s mood lifted. At least someone was having a worse day than him.
After Zion got patched up, the production team checked on him a few more times, making sure he was really okay before. finally moving on with the shoot.
One of the crew members couldn’t help but gush over Janie. “Janie, you’re incredible. We couldn’t have handled this without
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you.
Janie waved it off, completely unfazed.
These words lit a spark in Xena. She hurried over to Janie, putting on her most gracious smile. “Janie, thank you so much. Seeing Ryan’s okay now really puts my mind at ease”
Then, as if doubling down on the charm offensive, she added, “We all appreciate what you
Janie’s lips curved into a faint smile, but her words were anything but warm. “If you really appreciate me, then just do me a favor–stay out of my way.”
Xena’s smile froze on her face. Ryan, who had been about to step in, stopped short, unsure how to respond
Xena let out an awkward laugh. “Janie, you’ve got such a sense of humor. Anyway, if you ever need anything–anything at all —just let me know. My family will do whatever it takes to help you.”
[Wow, Xena’s got such great manners. Compared to her, Janie’s attitude is… well, let’s not even go there.]
[Hold on. What’s wrong with Janie? She helped your brother, and you’re still talking nonsense here.]
[Wait a minute, is Xena offering to make the Jenkins family Janie’s backer? That’s some next–level gratitude right there. She really loves her brother!]
These words left many people stunned.
Sure, the Jenkins family expressing their gratitude was normal, but Xena’s words felt heavy, almost over the top
Some of the others, like Emily, couldn’t help feeling a pang of envy. She’d spent ages around Xena and had never once heard anything as generous directed at her.
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