Daddy, don't flirt

The crowd he brings along is quite big, even bigger than those who have appeared.
If this is the case, it’s unlikely for them to leave here today...
As the idea just emerges, Ryan Jack promptly clenches Jamie Moore’s neck with one hand, and grips onto her shoulder with
another, with his glance at Dan William intensifying gradually, “If you don’t want anything happen to her, let us go.”
Twelve doesn’t look too well either. The people they bring along this time are all elites. It would be like a loud slap to their faces if
they are really defeated by Dan William.
But with a bargaining chip Jamie Moore, Dan William will certainly be careful.
“I detest the most this kind of scums. Bro, let me gun him down!” Bruce Hill, leading a team behind Ryan Jack, loses his nerve
immediately as he sees Ryan using Jamie Moore to threaten Dan William.
The atmosphere intensifies at once. Dan’s grip on Jamie’s neck tightens accordingly. Jamie, her face turning red, is running out
of breath.
Dan presses his lips emphatically, looks at Jamie’s scarlet, suffering face, and spits a few words eerily, “Let them go.”
“Brother......” Bruce Hill finds this a little intolerable, since when have they been threatened this way? Who dares to threaten Dan
William? Whoever did has already disappeared from this human planet.
Dan took a cold look at him. Only then Bruce shuts up, unwillingly gestures his guys to back off, watching Ryan Jack kidnaps
Jamie away from the siege and boards the boat docked by the wharf beforehand.
Not until the boat disappears from their sight, does Ryan loosen his grip on Jamie’s neck. Jamie finally breathes fresh air and
falls limp on the deck. Jamie touches her neck, her eyes blood-shot; she almost suffocates.
Ryan also realizes he has overexerted, immediately squats down and looks at her, “I’m sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to......”
Jamie can’t help but roll her eyes. The choking has been done. What’s the point of apologizing?
“What did you just do to me?” Jamie comes back to her senses, remembering the things that have happened just now. Hearing
Ryan’s voice, she unconsciously opens her mouth and says something against her will.
The feeling of not being in control of one’s own body is a terrible feeling.

She knows that Ryan Jack has excellent medical skills. Does it mean......he has used something to control her just now?
Ryan purses his lips, picks her up from the floor, dusts her cloths, and says plainly, “Hypnotize”.
Hypnotize?!
Jamie’s eyes freeze for a moment. Ryan Jack even knows hypnotization. Does that mean every time after he hypnotizes her,
she would do something against her will?
As she blinks off the worries in her eyes, Jamie looks up at him, “I’ve already given you the thing. Why did you still bring me
here?”
“You saw what was happening. I had to.” Ryan smiles lightly from the corner of his lips, reaching towards Jamie’s hair but she
dodged.
Jamie pretends not to have seen his damaged looks, purses her pink lips, and says, “If you’re so good at doctoring, I hope you
help me regain my memory as soon as possible.”
“Sure.” He replies without hesitation.
But Jamie’s memory loss should be just what he has hoped for. Why would he dig his own grave and help her regain memory?
Ever since Jamie acquired the Myth Ring and met them at the wharf, Ryan hasn’t thought of letting Jamie go, nor has he wanted
to help her regain memory.
Jamie is slightly relieved just now, following Twelve to the cabin to get some rest.
Ryan and Twelve have lowered their guards on Jamie, taking her to their station.
The location of the station is highly covert, of which the route is impossible to memorise without an extraordinary memory. Even
Jamie only remembers the general direction of the route, but not the specifics.
Twelve has left for a while and returned very soon with panic on his face, “She can’t hold on any longer. Jack Moore hasn’t yet
had anyone send medicine.”
Ryan darts chill through his glance and pulls along Jamie forward in a hasty pace.

He kicks open the door in front of them, Ryan promptly walks in and finds the people inside tasting tea nonchalantly. Their faces
show zero doubt to his sudden arrival; only their gazes seem a little surprised when they see Jamie.
“Have you brought the thing?” Jack Moore cuts to the chase, directly expresses his ambition.
Ryan Jack, his face condenses, throw the thing right before Jack, “The thing you wanted. Can I have the final medicine?”
Jack Moore sees the thing on the table, immediately puts down the teacup in his hand and cautiously holds that ring, astute
greed glittering in his eyes.
This is the Myth Ring.
Jack Moore takes out a magnifying glass and looks at it bombastically, even though he has never seen the Myth Ring.
Ryan looks at the ring in his palm with a tinge of sadness, feeling a whirlpool of emotions for a moment.
If it wasn’t for him, today will not be this scene. He would have done as the madam said, guarding by Jamie’s side quietly. If not
for that one time peek at them, he wouldn’t have been found out by Jack Moore and fallen into his hands.
He has not only betrayed the madam but also handed over the most important thing of the Gilbert family to their enemy. If one
day he went down too, how was he going to face the madam and the Gilbert family?
“This thing isn’t a fake, right?” Jack puts down the magnifying glass and weighs the ring in his hand. The weight is there, but it’s
difficult to tell if it is real or fake.
“You can give it back to me if you don’t want it.” Ryan Jack’s face shows a brush of impatience, reaching to take back the ring.
Jack Moore doges it swiftly, displaying all the greed on his face and grinning at the Myth Ring in his palm.
“There you go.” Jack takes out a box from the drawer and throws it at him, “This is the last box.”
Ryan’s visage relaxes slightly. He opens the box and took a glimpse to make sure the medicine inside is correct. This will be the
last time.
Jamie Moore follows Ryan by his side. At the moment, Jack has been seduced by the power he is going to attain, completely
forgotten the presence of Jamie.

Ryan and Jamie come to a room in the basement. The room is pitch dark with a tiny window not allowing a beam of light.
Watching Ryan goes in, Jamie reaches the switch by the doorframe and turns it on. The whole room immediately lights up bright
as the day. As the room becomes visible, Jamie just begins to check out the place. The whole room is decorated in European
style, coloured in light purple, with reliefs of lavender on the opposing walls of the bed. A mild smell of medicine floats in the
room; it seems the owner must be in frail health.