The 200,000 yuan left to him by his biological father was just enough to solve his current troubles. But even though they were very good friends, since it involved such a large sum of money, he still had to think carefully.

The bathroom was small, but clean and tidy. Girls generally have a slight tendency toward cleanliness (especially those who are good homemakers), which is why homebody guys like obedient and well-behaved soft girls.

The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong.

After relieving his bladder, William Thompson washed his face. The person in the mirror was delicate and handsome, but his eyes were dull and there were heavy bags under them...

He still decided to lend money to Jessica Reed. After all, they had known each other since nine years of compulsory education, and William Thompson really didn’t want to see her fall. Anyone can go astray, and when a friend around you takes the wrong path, if you reach out a hand, maybe she can be saved.

William Thompson pulled out a tissue to wipe his face. Suddenly, his eyes burned, and he instinctively pressed the tissue to his eyeballs. The burning sensation stimulated his tear glands, and hot tears streamed down.

This feeling is...

In the mirror, a naked young woman suddenly appeared, standing right behind William Thompson with her head lowered, the distance between them almost nonexistent.

William Thompson felt a chill all over, his handsome little face quickly turning pale. He looked at the woman in the mirror, who was pressed up against his back, but he didn’t dare to turn around.

At that moment, the woman raised her face, and crimson tears of blood flowed from her eye sockets.

"Ah!!"

William Thompson couldn’t hold it in and let out his second shameful scream of the day.

The woman in the mirror vanished eerily, and his eyes stopped burning.

In the bathroom, in the mirror, only William Thompson was left standing there, trembling all over. The fear not only didn’t subside, but instead overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

In that fleeting glance, he recognized that the woman was Jessica Reed!

Jessica Reed?!

Had she become a ghost? Was she just now warning him?!

Then who was in the living room?

Who is she!

"What’s wrong with you?" came Jessica Reed’s voice from the living room.

William Thompson ignored her, shakily scooped up some water and washed his face again, telling himself: Calm down, calm down!

A man should be as steady as Mount Tai collapsing before him, and remain unflustered. Don’t panic, don’t panic...

No wonder, no wonder he always felt something was off.

Jessica Reed and he were very good friends, cheerful and optimistic by nature. But thinking back on Jessica Reed’s behavior since he entered the room, she had been too calm, always keeping a not-too-close, not-too-distant distance from him—the kind of distance you’d keep with any acquaintance. It was nothing like Jessica Reed’s usual style of teasing him for being a "veteran driver."

Moreover, ever since he’d known Jessica Reed, she had always been an outstanding student, praised by classmates and teachers alike as an excellent and well-behaved kid. Back in middle school, William Thompson had even had a crush on her because of his longing for the opposite sex.

But now, Jessica Reed was not only taking out nude loans, but also sleeping with Sarah Bolton to pay off her debts, and now she was openly making deals with him, as calmly as a ten-year-old hen.

How could the girl I had a crush on in middle school be this kind of wanton woman?

No wonder Sarah Bolton said "run," he probably died at the hands of this fake Jessica Reed.

So, the Jessica Reed I know is probably already dead. Even though he felt sad, angry, and upset, reason told him that he should make a strategic retreat at this point.

Taking a deep breath, he washed his face clean. William Thompson strode out of the bathroom.

"What happened to you just now?" Jessica Reed frowned.

"N-nothing, my zipper caught my balls..." William Thompson forced himself to say, "It hurt like hell."

"Don’t worry, I’ll cover the money you owe for now. Just get those photos and videos back. In the future... in the future, don’t take out nude loans anymore. That’s something you can’t touch. I can help you for a while, but I can’t help you for a lifetime." William Thompson finished stiffly, "So, I’ll go get the money now, you wait here at home."

He quickly walked to the door, grabbed the handle, and just as he was about to let out a long sigh of relief, his waist suddenly tightened as someone hugged him from behind. The woman behind him laughed seductively, "Since you’re already here, why not have some fun before you go?"

William Thompson felt his scalp tingle.

Chapter 11

Don’t Waste Good Snacks

William Thompson felt as if his blood vessels had frozen, a chill shooting from his spine to the top of his head. This woman wasn’t Jessica Reed; she was very dangerous and suspected of killing Sarah Bolton. So who was she?

Or rather, what was she?!

All kinds of doubts flashed through his mind. If only he hadn’t come.

He never expected the problem to be with Jessica Reed.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Jessica Reed’s breath brushed against his earlobe, her arms around his waist tightening. "Huh, why do you have goosebumps?"

"I... my earlobes are sensitive." William Thompson didn’t dare to move recklessly.

Jessica Reed covered her mouth and giggled, then stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe. "So that’s it. There’s no rush about the money. Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay? I’ve liked you for a long time."

As she spoke, the woman rubbed her voluptuous body against William Thompson’s back, rubbing and rubbing...

"Then... then I’ll go buy a work hat, you wait here." William Thompson said with a stiff face.

"No need, I like your true self," Jessica Reed said in a sultry voice, her hands restlessly exploring William Thompson’s chest.