Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 315

A BMW X3 was driving on Swallow Capital's expressway. As she approached Imperial Capital's toll gate, Rose, who was in the driver’s seat, slid down the car window and looked at the misty cliff outside.

Fate was a miraculous thing. Angeline died there seven years ago. Yet, the heavens showed pity for her soul and attached her onto Rose's body so that she would go on living.

Seven years later, Rose changed her name to Ange Lin to fulfill Angeline's lifelong mission.

In Imperial Capital.

It was early evening when the hazy dusk of twilight was unfolding magnificent imagery.

Inside the Ares' Celestial Clubhouse where the Ares' second branch family had taken over, Jacob Ares' son, Jean, showed up here almost every night. He lived a life of drunkenness with a group of friends. 1

Rose drove the BMW straight into the parking lot of the clubhouse and slid the window down. There was a cigarette in her mouth as she supported herself on the car window, looking at the entrance of the clubhouse. 2

At eight o’clock in the evening, Jean was hugging two women as he staggered out of the car, clearly drunk as a skunk.

Rose quickly opened the car door to greet him, "Young Master Jean.”

Jean turned to look at Ange and eyed him from top to bottom. Then, he pushed the two beauties on his sides and walked in front of Rose. He pinched Rose's chin and asked with a grin, "Not bad, you have great qualities. What's your name?”

Rose was somewhat uncomfortable. Jean Ares looked like an enchanting evildoer, and his appearance had his own merits compared with Jay. However, the fellow had an alluring way of speaking. It was softer and more comfortable to get close to. 1

He was unlike that walking iceberg, Jay Ares. One would get frozen into an ice sculpture by his powerful cold pressure 100 miles away.

"My name’s Ange Lin, Master Jean. I came to you today to talk about project cooperation." Rose's chin broke free from his palm.

Jean's wide peach blossom eyes smiled like a blooming flower. "Alright then, come with me."

When the two beauties were about to stick themselves onto him once more, Jean pushed them away. Jean circled his arm around the shoulders of a delicately frail Rose and walked inside with her.

Rose shrunk her neck as this position made her feel very uncomfortable.

Only, he continued more excessively.

Jean suddenly attached his mouth to her ears as his warm breath lingered. "As long as you wait upon me nicely, I'll agree to any project collaboration."

Rose had goosebumps all over. What did this fellow mean by wait upon him?