Billionaire Defiant Wife

Chapter 648: Don't Make Fun Of Me

Gabrielle was wondering what the reason it could be. Then she shook her head. No matter what it was, she didn't want to listen.

But she was in no position to choose. Jackson pouted up. He answered, half sincere, half-joking, "Because I won everything on this mountain."

"What? Does a gangmaster own a mountain? That's hilarious."

Before Gabrielle finished making the joke, Jackson tapped her head ferociously. It hurt badly.

Jackson suddenly grabbed her hand and held it, "Don't make fun of me." He never let any woman in his world, let alone showing his secrets to anybody.

"Well, you own the Top Girl's Club, and that makes you a pimp. Now I find out you own the mountain. Do you plan to open more brothels?"

Jackson held her hand tightly, "They can have their bet. I only charge them for using the land."

So he didn't have the plans?

Gabrielle had her handheld. She could feel how warm his hand was. But she was sweating in her hand. No matter how tightly he held her hand, she couldn't feel warm.

The killers gave way for Jackson. Jackson waved at them, and they continued.

Gabrielle held her neck long to see killers holding pieces of papers of target info. She saw a woman killer among them, "Aren't they afraid targets would know?"

"Anybody coming here for the bet knows the rules. Since I charge them a lot for using my land, I will make sure they follow the rules. If they leak the secrets..."

Jackson sneered. Gabrielle's hand was colder.

"It's getting late. We should get back."

Gabrielle felt Jackson's secret was too much. She didn't want to know more.

At the time, one was holding a piece of paper high in the air. Gabby gave a look and started having chills.

"How could they...kill a woman?"

Jackson looked up, "That woman used to be one of them. The target last week was her cousin. She told her cousin, and the mission failed. So she becomes a target now."

Gabrielle had fears, too, "Aren't you afraid I told the target by taking me here?"

Jackson was honest, "I am."

Gabrielle thought she misheard. She asked again since she didn't believe it, "Why do you take me here?"

"I'm convinced you're cravenly clinging to life instead of braving death."

Gabrielle had to calm down before taking a swing at his face.

Hill got a phone. He walked over to Jackson and handed him over the phone, "Sir..."

Jackson took a look at the caller ID. He took it, "Don't wander about."

That was for Gabrielle. Then he took the phone, walked to the other end to take it.

Gabrielle was left alone to tremble in the frightening environment.

The way they made the bet was an auction. The more chips they bet, the more they would earn once they won. But if they lost, they lost everything.

Insiders knew what killers they should bet on. And killers wouldn't allow themselves to lose. Since once they lost, they died. But if the target was powerful and rich, the bet was supposed to be exciting.

There are all sorts of wonders in the world.

Gabrielle really learned something knowing such a bet existed.

She looked back. Jackson was taking the phone. She could see the side of his face and his frowned eyebrows.

"10 million."

Someone called a number and drew Gabrielle's attention.

The previous targets had millions at best. They reached the number after several rounds.

But the starting number in this round was 10 million?

Was the killer skilled or the target someone special?

The killer wore black leather coats and pants. He was a man of no smile. There was a deep scar at the corner of his eye.

He looked skinny. But he looked cold. There was a murderous presence about him seeping from his blood.

Some were born to be killers. He probably was one of those.

Gabrielle looked up at the piece of paper he held high.

The basketball hat blocked her view. She had to lift it up. She now saw the picture in the paper...

She rubbed her eyes in case she was mistaken. She looked again-

She was in such a shock that she took steps back. She almost took a fall.

She opened her mouth out of amazement. The mast fell on the ground.

Avery was still in shock. That target... and the man they were supposed to kill.

She couldn't let it happen! She reached in her pocket and couldn't find her phone. She was worried, sick.

She had to call Avery and told her the target was Evan!

Moments later, she remembered she left the phone in her car. Her legs couldn't stop shaking after seeing Evan's picture on the paper.

She thought as fast as she could to figure out who wanted to kill Evan. Who could it be?

Who was out of the depth to kill Evan?

She looked up at the killer with a scar at the corner of his eye. She was in such a shock that she stumbled. That killer was looking back at her.

"Are you done?"

Jackson came over after taking the phone call. His sudden question gave Gabrielle another shock. He made a joke, "What do you do that you can't live with?"

"I didn't do anything..." Gabrielle grabbed him to run down the mountain, "Let's go. I don't want to see this anymore."

Jackson thought she was frightened to see it. So he let her do it. He grabbed her, "Where are you going? The car is over there. I'm okay if you want to walk down the mountain."

Gabrielle almost forgot she drove here. The plan was doing some car racing and came to see what secrets Jackson hid from her.

After this, Gabrielle wished she had been blind.

Gabrielle tossed the car key over to Jackson, "You drive."

Jackson took the car key, "Are you afraid? If so, what should you do later?"

Gabrielle said, "What later?" she didn't want anything later.

Could she be excused from the future with hired guns?

"If we had a future..."

"No, no, no..." Gabrielle shook her head, fiercely, "Jackson, I'll do my part to act. I'll make you and the company proud."

Jackson slightly frowned. Why did Gabrielle seem reluctant to have a future with him?

Jackson said, "Even if we don't have a future, there are elements of surprise when you're with me."

Gabrielle suddenly couldn't feel her legs, "Jackson, what if...what if you let go of me?"