Mr. Jackson's personal favorite

Harvey Hotel, the most expensive five-star hotel in City A, is famous for its luxurious decoration and supporting facilities, as well as thoughtful and considerate service. This is a place for rich people to spend money. It has all kinds of entertainment facilities and the restaurant also provides a variety of delicious dishes 24 hours a day. Although the price is not cheap, there are still many luxury cars and businessmen parked in front of the hotel every day. Grace White, who works as a waiter at Harvey Hotel, was supposed to get off work at noon, but because her best friend Alice suddenly had a stomachache, she hadme to go off work on an empty stomach instead of her. She took a plate of exquisite dishes from the waiter, knocked on the door and entered a high-end box, put the plate on the table, and then introduced the name of the dish to the guests very professionally: "Please eat." Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she felt a strange look coming from somewhere that made her feel very uncomfortable. Grace White subconsciously raised her head and found that a handsome man with extremely delicate features was sitting opposite her, staring at her intently. The man just leaned back casually, his slender fingers seemingly tapping the edge of the table inadvertently, but exuding a noble aura that ordinary people don't have. His eyes were as black as black gems, but his gaze was extremely cold, and his aura was so strong that it seemed to suck her whole person into his eyes. Grace White shuddered involuntarily and turned around and ran away in fear. However, she had just rushed out of the box door and almost bumped into someone. Although she tried her best to slow down, she still stepped on the man's shiny leather shoes. Before she had time to apologize, she heard someone next to her yelling: "Don't you have eyes? What are you running around for? Do you know who I am?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Grace quickly apologized to the other party. At this time, the person who was bumped suddenly said in a very teasing tone: "Hey, isn't this Ms. Grace White? I've been looking for you everywhere, but I didn't expect you to bump into my arms. It seems that our fate is really deep." Grace looked up and found that the other person was a fat, big-eared, greasy middle-aged man with a pair of green bean-like eyes staring at her. She was so scared that she denied it again and again: "No, no, no, I don't know you at all, you recognized the wrong person." The man smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Is there another person in the world with such a beautiful and lovely appearance as Miss Grace White? Your mother has already betrothed you to me, why are you still working as a waitress here? Come with me quickly, I promise that after you become my wife, you will have good food and drink." Hearing him say this, Grace remembered that her adoptive mother did force her to marry a nouveau riche who made his fortune in real estate. The man's name is Mark Wilson, in his fifties, and his wife just died not long ago. The adoptive father's company was in financial crisis, so he asked him for help. The man asked the adoptive father to agree to marry his daughter to him before he was willing to help. Grace was unwilling to accept this, so she was driven out of the house by her adoptive parents. After being introduced by her best friend Alice, she came here to work as a waitress to support herself. She thought she could escape the clutches of this old man, but she didn't expect to meet him here. Grace was angry and anxious, her face flushed: "Give up this idea, I can't marry you." Mark Wilson's face sank: "Your adoptive father has accepted my 30 million US dollars betrothal gift. You are mine now. You should be sensible and go with me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." As he said, the man reached out and grabbed her. Grace was very scared. She couldn't go with this old man anyway. The road ahead was blocked by them, and the only exit was the private room where the dishes were served. She immediately turned back to the private room and turned around to close the door. But Mark's hand was already on the door of the private room, pushing it open and blocking the door with his fat body: "Don't refuse the toast and then drink the penalty wine. Isn't it a pity for you to be my wife?" "You are dreaming. I will never be your wife even if I die." Grace rushed to the bottom of the private room and hid behind the innermost guest. Mark saw this and rushed over to catch her. At this time, a guest next to the main seat in the box finally spoke: "What's going on? Is this the place where you play hide-and-seek?" Mark glared at the people present: "Excuse me, I am disciplining my unruly wife. I will take her away now." Grace was so scared that she hugged the guest's arm tightly and begged: "It's not like that. I am not her wife. I have nothing to do with him. Please help me." Because of her nervousness, she didn't notice at all that her exquisite curves were tightly pressed against the man's slender and strong arms. The man frowned slightly, turned his head, and moved his eyes from her delicate face as white as frost to her slender neck, and then to the soft curve that was in close contact with his arm. His eyes were still cold and his expression was indifferent. Grace realized at this moment that the man she asked for help was the man who had been looking at her with strange eyes in the main seat just now. Seeing that he had no response to her request for help, her heart suddenly sank. Seeing this, Mark's courage increased again, and he reached out to pull her again. Grace was so scared that she quickly hugged the man's arm: "Sir, please help me, as long as you can save me, I am willing to do anything." The man looked at her coldly again, and his eyes could not help but stay on her seductive curves tightly wrapped in the uniform. After a long time, he called out: "Jack." The tone was very light, but the voice was as low and magnetic as a tuk-tuk. The man sitting next to him stood up immediately as if he had received an order, standing between Grace and Mark, and shouted in a deep voice: "This is not a place where you can do whatever you want. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences." Mark looked at the people in the box. He didn't know any of them, and they must not be important people. In addition, he felt that what he said was right, so he said righteously: "You can let me leave, but you must let me take this girl away." "What if I don't let you take her away?" Jack's eyes showed a cold light. Mark couldn't hold on any longer. Although he had two bodyguards around him, he was no match for Jack in terms of momentum. But when he thought of the beautiful girl in front of him, he was a little unwilling, so he stubbornly replied: "I spent 30 million US dollars to marry her, and you just took her away. Isn't it too unfair?" The room was quiet for a while, and Mark looked very proud. "30 million?" The man in the main seat spoke again. Mark raised his head: "Yes, if you can compensate me for my losses, I will let her go, otherwise, no matter where she escapes, I will chase her back." The man lowered his head and asked Grace: "Is this true?"