"Javier, you're here just in time. Help me carry my bag," Jackson said with a smile.
He was nothing like the gentleman he appeared to be and always used work-related matters to undermine me and boss me around.
Once, he deliberately made me send incorrect information to another artist. As a result, I was rebuked.
Meanwhile, he managed to distance himself entirely from the situation.
I complained to Clara, but she didn't believe me at all and kept saying that Jackson was not that kind of bad guy.
"I'm not free," I refused coldly.
"Hey, don't be so petty. What happened last night was just an act, so don't take it to heart."
Jackson narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "I won't tell anyone that your wife's lips are very soft and sweet."
My face couldn't help but darken.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming frustration and pent-up anger, but my head started to ache again.
But Jackson seemed to ignore it, still holding out the bag in front of me.
"Get lost!"
I raised my hand and knocked the bag away.
Just at this moment, Clara walked out of the elevator and saw this scene.
Jackson hurriedly played the victim and complained to her, "Clara, look at him!