The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 172: Pre nup

Chapter 172: Pre nup

Fil already had a bite before leaving the hotel, but there was something in Jackson’s cooking that compelled her to eat. Or perhaps it was because she was back in her place and she was much more comfortable. It could also be because of the man who prepared it to impress her brother, or his presence alone that made her feel safe.

"Well, that’s... insane!" Jackson commented, swallowing his food slower. "In other words, last night, instead of basking in the glory of slapping Vincent’s sister and mother in their faces, your best friend — ex-best friend — almost murdered the little sister?"

Fil nodded.

"And the only reason you didn’t call for help is because this self-destructing young master actually stopped you?" he continued and she nodded again. "He told you he called for help and that you saw nothing?"

"Do you have to repeat everything I say, Jack?" she sighed. "Do you think I got scared for no reason?"

"No. I just wonder what makes you believe he called for help?"

"Huh?"

"It could also mean it’s part of the plan?"

"What plan? That I see it?"

"No. A plan to save her."

Deep lines appeared between her brows, looking at Jackson with confusion.

"Sweetheart, why do you think that young master is there?" he asked. "They could be working together. Now, your ex-fiance’s family will be indebted to her. Isn’t that a great plan to ascend the ranks easily and replace you?"

Fil pondered about it.

"About that other guy, who knows if she is sleeping with him too?" Jackson shrugged. "She sleeps with her best friend’s boyfriend. I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with another friend; she’s not bound with any commitment."

"That’s possible if I didn’t see how she smiled when she thought I was worried about her." Fil sighed. "And Michael... he’s different. I know it’s strange and what you’re saying just makes sense, but I don’t know. I’ve never seen Michael so disturbed as if he was scared."

She cast her eyes down, deep in thought.

"He told me to stop and move on while I can," she muttered. "That I don’t know the people I’ve called friends and treated as family."

"This Michael... how long have you known him?"

Fil looked up at him. "A long time."

"Longer than Marcus?"

"No." She shook her head. "He joined the group, probably around a year after I landed a job. Anton introduced him to the guys, and he’s been with the group since."

"So before that, you don’t know where he came from? What school did he graduate from?"

"He’s a dropout."

"Oh." Jackson nodded. "What else?"

"Hmm?"

"What else do you know about the guy aside from his addiction to bedding women every day, his drinking habit, and his bluntness?" he cocked his head to the side. "You always say this guy is the epitome of self-destruction. That he would blow himself up before others can, but it sounds to me you don’t know him at all."

"I know his birthday and his age."

"Family?"

"He always says he’s the black sheep of the family."

"Is there anything else you know about him that he didn’t tell you guys?"

Deep lines appeared between Fil’s brows, grasping Jackson’s line of questioning.

"You’re right," she blurted out in disbelief. "I don’t know him."

"You know a thing or two about Marianne, Vincent of course, Marcus, and all these people you used to call friends," Jackson remarked. "But this guy..."

"... all I know about him is what he tells others, and what he shows us," Fil blurted out what she thought Jackson would say.

"Exactly." Jackson nodded. "Your friends... as much as I hate to call them your friends, are narcissists. They knew they were crazy, but they hid it with their family names, their achievements, or anything that could conceal that big character flaw."

"Marcus hides in the good guy persona just because it’s easier to get what he wants with it. Marianne portrays herself as a dignified and educated lady to conceal the fact she’s a nut job who is crazy with her best friend," he explained. "This singer, on the other hand, resorts to smoking weed because he needs to keep up the bad boy and cool character."

Jackson smacked his lips and continued. "That piece of scum whose name starts with the letter V hides behind you. I’m sorry, my sweet Filomena, but having you around who would bark for him if he asks you to makes him shine the brightest."

"Ouch." Fil frowned, but she couldn’t deny it. "It’s true, though."

"But what about the destructive young master?" he added, raising his brows knowingly. "If all of them do things to hide a flaw, what about him? What is he hiding behind his rebellious and self-destructive mask? Better yet, what did he get by becoming the loser in the group?"

Fil went quiet, processing everything Jackson told him.

"Though I agree with him," Jackson spoke after a moment. "You should stop if you can. Your best friend is a nut job who probably wants to have sex with you. And if your guess is correct, and that woman did all that for you, you should run."

"I know." Fil sighed as she massaged her temple again. "Isn’t that why I’m quitting?"

"You were serious about that?"

Fil pursed her lips, looking at him with hesitation. "I don’t know, but I feel like if I want to run away, I have to leave everything here."

"And move back to your parents?"

"Or maybe find a new place?" she shrugged. "I can still work for a different company."

Fil held her head in distress. "This is so stressful, Jack. What do you think I should do?"

"Become my wife?" he suggested, cupping his face and smiling from ear to ear. "I think we make a pretty good team."

"Seriously?"

"It’s not bad? I have the money. I can spend a million a day and we can still live comfortably for the next lifetime." He quipped. "They won’t be able to touch you if you’re with me and we can travel the world until you find your next job. Of course, you can always start your own company if that is what you want. I’m a big fish — a big catch."

Fil looked at him helplessly. "You can’t be serious."

"I am serious." Jackson shrugged. "This is not how I imagined proposing, but I can’t miss the opportunity. I might get lucky."

"Marriage isn’t as simple..." she trailed off and then leaned closer to the table. "Jack, are you serious?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure?" she squinted her eyes. "Because if you are, I might take you up on your offer and you’ll be trapped. I’m warning you. I’m not signing a prenup. So if you divorce me, I’m taking half of everything you own."

Jackson opened his mouth and then closed them again. Seeing his reaction, Fil mentally giggled. Did he think she wouldn’t joke with him just because she was stressed out and perturbed last night?

"Wait a second." Jackson tapped the surface of the table and pushed himself away.

Fil watched him walk to the kitchen with furrowed brows. He reached out for something in the upper cabinet and, once he got it, he returned to the dining and sat in his seat.

"No need for a prenup. You can take everything I own right now, as long as you take me along," he said, placing down a small box between them. When he opened it, her jaw almost hit the floor at the sight of what seemed like an engagement ring.

"Jack, you..." she trailed off as she lifted her eyes to him, speechless.

"I bought it during my last trip, thinking since you’re single and I’m the first in line. I’m not giving whoever’s next to me a chance," he quipped. "Think about my offer and let’s have a lot of fun together for a long time."

He paused and pondered for a moment. "And if it’s not fun anymore, let’s try being more serious then."

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