Chapter 927

Jenny dared to place a negative item in Joe's office. Of course…

"Perhaps she didn't know what was inside the fountain pen," Paul suggested. "Someone used her."

Joe ordered icily, "Call her. Tell her to come to the office."

"Alright."

When Jenny received Paul's call, she was delighted. She immediately called back. In the car, she touched up her makeup, relieved. She'd thought Joe would ignore her forever. She hadn't expected Paul to call under Joe's orders. Had Joe forgiven her?

Jenny decided to talk things out with Joe later. The videos he'd seen were filmed by someone else; Edwin had forced her. Her food must have been drugged that night in the mansion. As for Rowan, he'd been chased from his house and moved into hers. The thought of him no longer being a Jakeman was difficult to accept.

If Joe forgave her… Jenny wanted to be with him more than anyone. With hopeful fantasies, she headed straight to Joe's office upon arriving at the Martin Group.

She admired Joe's muscular silhouette against the window. Jenny's heart fluttered. "Joe, whether you believe it or not, I was forced into that relationship with Edwin," she said. "I was terrified. He kept threatening me. I couldn't do anything; I was pushed around again and again."

"Joe, have you found out about that? Is that why you're not mad at me anymore? I knew it! You're the only one who treats me well in this world." She sobbed, as if unloading her grievances.

Paul smirked. She probably had been forced, but she certainly hadn't approached Edwin with pure intentions, let alone helped him achieve his goals. Jenny claimed innocence, but that was likely far from the truth.

Joe had remained facing away. When she realized he hadn't moved or responded, her heart skipped a beat. "Joe? Don't you believe me? I'm telling the truth! If Mr. Martin were here, I could face him!"

He turned, placing a fountain pen on the table. "Do you remember this?"

Jenny thought. "It's a fountain pen."

Suddenly, she remembered. This was the pen Edwin had asked her to sneak into Joe's office! There were many pens in the holder; it didn't stand out.

She thought of Edwin's words: this pen would make Joe like her, repair their relationship. A wave of diffidence washed over her.

"Ms. Scott," Paul ordered coldly, "why don't you reflect on what kind of pen this is?"

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