“The Crystal company sent an invitation last night,” Jolene informed Tatiana as she fed Dylan on her lap.
“It’s a lion’s den. Daniel, the CEO of Crystal, is in a relationship with Jemima. I got the information from my husband,” Tatiana said.
“What! Isn’t that man married with three children?” Jolene’s eyes almost popped out. “I can’t believe she talked about short-term gains when she’s obviously sleeping with a married man. How disgusting!”
“Jojo,” Tatiana signaled, reminding her that Dylan was with them.
Jolene sighed. “What company are you going to sign with? You really need it.”
“The Kings company.”
Hearing Tatiana’s response, Jolene choked on her saliva and began to cough. She quickly grabbed the water and drank from it.
“Such a drama queen. Weren’t you the one who said I was good enough?”
Jolene’s cheeks burned red. “No, I just wasn’t expecting it. You deserve it.”
It was getting late, and Jolene needed to be home because of her father. He had been feeling sick that morning.
“I need to get home,” she said, standing to leave.
“Already? I thought you were going to tell me some scary stories,” Dylan said, pouting.
“Sorry, little lion, that will be another time.”
However, Tatiana knew the real reason Jolene was leaving, but she simply nodded and watched her go.
—
Jolene got home and was met with an unpleasant sight.
There were two strange men in black, her father laying unconscious on the couch. One of the men had a dagger to her father’s neck. And finally, a familiar woman was sitting on the couch.
Jemima.
“Hello, Jolene,” she greeted with a smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need something from you. All you need to do is cooperate-”
“What did you do to my father?” Jolene glared.
“He’s drugged; he’ll be fine as long as you do what I want,” Jemima said calmly.
“Which is?”
“Be my assistant tonight. Do whatever I ask. If you act stupid or try to call anyone, your father dies. Don’t worry, I won’t ask about Tatiana. I only need you for tonight.”
Jolene looked back at her father, and her heart raced. She wondered what this woman was planning.
In the car, Jolene stayed quiet the whole ride. They arrived at a large building, and Jolene was forced to carry Jemima’s bag.
It was a short commercial shoot for an endorsement. Jemima sometimes did modeling.
While Jemima was in the dressing room, Wiley scoffed at Jolene.
“Tatiana’s assistant, aren’t you? How come you’re following that disgusting woman?” he asked.
“The only person disgusting is your boss. You know that deep down,” Jolene muttered.
“Watch your mouth!”
“You watch your mouth, short man. Your boss is a bitch; eat that and digest it.”
“You’ll pay for this,” Wiley nodded.
He recorded everything Jolene said and then played it back to Jemima after she was done.
“Hmph,” Jemima’s eyes blazed with anger as she stood before Jolene. “How dare a mere assistant call me a bitch?”
“Because that’s what you are.”
PAAK!!!
Jolene’s face turned to the side as Jemima’s hand flew to her face. Jolene’s eyes widened.
“Apologize,” Jemima demanded, her action drawing the attention of people around.
“No,” Jolene muttered.
PAAK!!!
Jolene’s face turned again as Jemima slapped her on the same cheek. Her delicate skin reddened.
“Apologize, Jolene. You know what will happen if you don’t,” Jemima warned.
Jolene bit her lip hard, enduring the humiliation. Her father’s life was on the line. They’d taken her phone, so she couldn’t call anyone for help. For a moment, she felt useless.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely audible. Wiley tried to hold in his laughter.
Jemima smiled with satisfaction, her eyes lit up. She sat in the chair behind her and crossed her legs.
“Good. Clean my shoes with your sleeve,” she ordered, and Jolene’s teary eyes met hers. Jemima tilted her head. “Hurry up.”
Just before Jolene could retaliate, an uproar erupted at the entrance.
“Is that Jaxon Miller?!”
“Fuck, what is he doing here? This is my first time seeing him. He is fucking hot!”
When Jolene saw him, she quickly wiped her tears, but Jaxon had already seen them.
Jemima saw Jaxon and stood, excitement dancing in her gaze. Jaxon Miller, the famous actor and the powerful Mr. King’s cousin, was here!?
He was even approaching her! Jemima’s heart skipped a beat, but her smile disappeared when Jaxon stood in front of Jolene.
Jolene tried to look away, but he held her face, her eyes meeting his cold gaze. Jaxon observed her face closely, and his jaw clenched. His cold aura intensified.
Jolene swallowed.
“Mr. Jaxon…” Jolene whispered.
“Your father is fine,” Jaxon whispered, and her eyes widened in surprise.
“How many times did she hit you?” he asked.
Jolene’s gaze returned to Jemima, who looked as confused as she was.
“Twice,” Jolene replied.
“Hmm.” Jaxon’s gaze darkened as he addressed the onlookers. “Pull out your phones, everyone, for you’re about to witness something magnificent!”
The onlookers immediately did as he said.
Jaxon returned his gaze to Jemima and spoke coldly, “The famous actress Jemima Robert is about to get hit by a mere assistant.”
He announced it, and everyone’s eyes widened. Jolene was the most shocked person. Her?
Jemima scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do you prefer if I deal with you myself? A beggar would be better than you,” Jaxon shot a glare at her. He faced Jolene. “Go on, what are you waiting for?”
Jolene swallowed and stepped forward.
“Hit her hard,” Jaxon ordered.
“I can’t be hit by any-”
PAAK!!!
A slap resounded, shocking the onlookers.
Jolene had slapped Jemima!
The force was twice as hard as when Jemima slapped her. Jemima’s head spun, and she lost her balance and fell. Not only did her cheek redden, but her lips also burst.
Jemima gasped at how strong Jolene was. She saw the blood on her fingers after touching her lips and clenched her jaw.
“Get up,” Jaxon ordered, and Jemima’s eyes widened in confusion. “You’re wasting my time!”
Jemima forced herself up.
“Again, Jo,” Jaxon ordered, and Jolene didn’t waste a moment. She delivered another slap.
Harder than the first!
Jemima spat out blood. Her eyes teared up, her cheek stinging so much. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Get up,” Jaxon ordered. His voice sent a chill down her spine. She watched the onlookers mumbling among themselves. Wiley stepped back in fear.
Jemima swallowed and stood again. She dared not offend Jaxon!
“Again.”
Before Jemima could speak, Jolene slapped her again.
Jemima held her cheek and roared, “I only slapped her twice!” she yelled at him.
Jaxon replied coldly, “I know. Jolene will slap you until she said it is enough. Now get your ass up!”