Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 345

She lost her wits when she heard the words — posthumous letter. “He’s not dead. Why would he need anything like that? There’s no need to give it to me. Throw it away!”

Henry, Jackson, Eric and Tiffany were all here. This situation felt too serious and too sombre to her, as if Mark was really going to die.

“Mrs. Tremont, please calm down. There’s a high chance that the posthumous letter won’t be of any use at all.” The doctor explained, “I’m the doctor in charge of Mr. Tremont. I understand the situation very clearly. Mr. Tremont is in pretty good condition. So I’m just giving the posthumous letter to you.”

Then, the doctor pulled out a piece of paper from his lab coat. It was a pretty urgent situation at the time, so he didn’t have very many good options. So he wrote the posthumous letter down on a prescription sheet. It looked a little ugly and hurried.

Arianne’s hands were shaking. The light piece of paper felt as if it weighed 600 kilograms. Tears streamed down her face from the moment she read the first line.

“If I die, entrust Jackson West with liquidating all assets under my control into cash — to be given to my wife, Arianne Wynn.”

Wife. So she had always been his wife, in his eyes. Not a toy or a criminal that he wanted to imprison for the rest of her life. No one would leave everything he had to his most hated enemy, right?

Jackson knew that Mark’s condition was now stable, so he wasn’t too worried. He felt more relaxed, so he couldn’t help feeling a little playful. He snatched the letter from Arianne. “Let me have a look at what posthumous letter Mark Tremont would write…”

He only needed a few short seconds to read that one liner. The expression on Jackson’s face, however, gradually changed from relaxed to grim. Finally, he chuckled helplessly. “Honestly, he won’t even let me off when he’s dead. He wants me to liquidate all of the assets under his name? I’m afraid that might keep me busy for a long time. Thank goodness he’s alright. Otherwise I’d have to spend extra time working for him — for free!”

Eric shifted forward and smiled as well. “What a load of crap. Don’t worry, Arianne. Mark will be fine.”

Arianne was initially quite upset, but after all of their teasing, she blushed furiously.

Henry cleared his throat and said, “Mr. Nathaniel, Mr. West, now that Mr. Tremont’s condition has stabilized, you can go home for now. I’ll have bodyguards watching over him in shifts, 24/7. Brian will be close by as well.”

“Were you breaking into someone’s house last night?” Jackson asked with a forced smile.

Her temper promptly dissipated when she heard Jackson’s voice, “No… Ari’s been in a bad state over the past few days, hasn’t she? Sometimes, she’d wake up in the dead of the night and call me or send me a message. Of course I’d have to keep an eye out every second of the day. She’s pregnant. Do you have any idea how upsetting it is to have no one to talk to? Is there something you need? If you have work for me, put it on my desk. I’ll do it in the afternoon.”

Jackson paused thoughtfully, then said, “It’s not about work… Well… I’ve been pretty busy lately, and I haven’t been able to bring lunch for you. How about I take you out for a meal? You can have half the day off this afternoon, so you can get a good rest. I’ll introduce you to a second job tonight. However, it may be last minute but could be long term. Salary paid in cash, great wages… Wanna think about it?”

Tiffany couldn’t help suspecting him of having an ulterior motive. “What kind of second job is that, that I’d have to do it at night? You can’t possibly… Introduce me to some kind of shady activity, right? I’ve been a drinking companion in a clubhouse, but I don’t do that stuff anymore. Anything more than that is definitely impossible. Don’t even think about it!”

Jackson chuckled awkwardly. “It’s not that. Keep your head out of the gutter. It’s up to you if you want to do it or not. You’ll even get a free half day off and an exquisite lunch. Think about it.”

She was extremely sleepy at this point, and very hungry. Of all things, Jackson happened to catch onto her current most urgent needs. He was even introducing a moonlighting gig which could rake in a considerable amount of money — for free. This felt quite worthwhile to her, yet she was afraid of falling into his trap. “I don’t mind agreeing to it, however… How much money will I get? Give me a rough figure. You have to explain everything to me beforehand, then I can consider if I want to do it or not. What kind of moonlighting gig is this?”