About an hour later, the sound of Jordan's car came from the driveway. I got up without hesitation, immediately going out of the house and into the car to sit next to him.
"The trip might be uncomfortable. Are you sure you can handle it?" Jordan asked.
"Don't underestimate me. After all, I'm the woman that you admire. I won't embarrass you," I said with a poker face.
Hearing this, the corners of Jordan's mouth turned up. He then ordered the chauffeur in a low voice, "Drive."
After an hour's travel, we boarded Jordan's helicopter that was parked on a golf course in the suburbs. We flew to Lasuvia.
As Jordan had previously claimed, it was unlikely to find anyone else who had mysophobia like him working in this field.
What I saw when I got there were ragged men, dwellings made from old wood, and a group leader who looked like a homeless person. There were a few lodgings that didn't even have a toilet, so they could only go into the wild to solve their physiological needs.
The only benefit I got from following Jordan was that I was guaranteed a hot shower before bed every day.
In their territory, even a seven or eight-year-old child was permitted to carry a gun. For them, human lives were even less valuable than livestock.
It was also these children who shocked me the most. They didn't go to school and didn't like toys. They acted like adults as they formed a circle to play poker. The winner would shoot the other party with a gun and the rest of the children habitually dragged the loser aside to continue this absurd life-and-death game. Those who survived by chance became henchmen to be ordered around by the drug traffickers.
Within seven days, we went to a total of 13 countries and pretty much met all of Jordan's partners in business.
No one really regarded me as Mrs. Jordan. They only thought that the stone-faced Jordan finally attained enlightenment and understood the beauty of women. Some even went so far as to comment on my figure and appearance behind Jordan's back, thinking that Jordan should choose someone younger.
Although they didn't know how to watch their mouths in private, they were still courteous to me on the surface in consideration of Jordan's status. This saved me from all the body searches as well as sparing the location tracking app on my phone.
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