C8 JORDAN'S POISONED

•NARRATOR'S POV•

It was already dark when Jordan reached where he did his part-time hourly job, Millers restaurant. He works as a cleaner. When he got to the store room, preparing to carry his cleaning kit to do his job, he noticed an expressionless lady in a black female official suit.

‘Don't tell me she is a cleaner also?’ Jordan thought inwardly.

“My boss bought the company. The boss has raised your salary by ten times your previous salary, and changed your role. She wants to see you in her Rolls-Royce parked outside.” The expressionless lady spoke without a change in her facial expression, like she had rehearsed the speech multiple times.

“Who is your boss?” Jordan asked with a frown. He intends to avoid doing something tedious. His current identity, which is Andrew Hale, is just a fake. All Jordan wishes to do is focus on my revenge, and use Andrew Hale's identity to live a partial-normal life to avoid PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).

“That's not for you to know. You just have to follow orders.” The expressionless woman said coldly.

“What's my new role?” Jordan asked with a frown, but his mask hid his expression.

“The boss's driver.” The icy lady said aptly.

Jordan was about to resign when the icy lady said something he wanted to hear.

“You can work the same amount of time you work as a cleaner, if it's the time you are worried about.” The icy woman spoke without any emotional fluctuation.

‘I will resign, but let me see the boss before resigning.’ Jordan thought.

“Alright, lead the way.” Jordan said calmly.

The icy lady turned around without another word and walked towards the park outside, where a black Rolls-Royce was parked.

When they reached the Rolls-Royce, the icy lady stood by the side.

Jordan opened the door to the driver's seat like it was his car. The icy lady frowned when he saw the way Jordan treated everything casually, even the customized Rolls-Royce. Jordan couldn't care less about her thought.

When Jordan entered the car, he closed the door fearlessly, and stared at the back seat.

To Jordan's surprise, it was Sophie, dressed in a bright red spaghetti, sleeveless, v-neck, formal evening mermaid gown which had a left high split that reached her laps. The v-neck partially displayed her dazzling, flawless white breasts. Sophie also added a bright red lipstick, and a silver ankle strap heels. The way Sophie sat down in her imagination, she was highlighting her curves seductively. But in Jordan's eyes, she was like a person being strangled.

Jordan shamelessly checked her out from head to toe repeatedly, looking at her strangely.

“What? Mesmerized?” Sophie asked with pride when she noticed his strange look, while biting her lower lips.

‘Bella was right. Andrew will be my driver as a punishment, while I seduce him.’ Sophie thought, but Jordan's next word nearly choked her.

“Are you being strangled? And also, are you suffering from allergic contact cheilitis?” Jordan asked while looking at Sophie, as he stretched his right hand and placed it on her shoulder, with some fingers resting on the back seat.

“You are the one suffering from allergic contact cheilitis!” Sophie snapped immediately.

“Who is that lady outside?” Jordan asked strangely.

“Sandra Owen, my secretary! Don't get any funny ideas about her.” Sophie snapped angrily.

‘I'm right here, and you're busy asking about another woman. You deserve to be single for your lifetime.’ Sophie cursed angrily.

“Do you know her origin?” Jordan asked again with his eyebrows knitted together behind his mask.

“No. She has been with me since I started my business.” Sophie said with a frown, as she doesn't know what Jordan is getting at.

“You should be careful around her.” Jordan warned calmly because when he saw her, he knew she wasn't an ordinary secretary.

Jordan noticed the way Sandra walks, which was as light and noiseless as a feather even with heels, which was impossible for a normal person and a quality of an assassin. Moreover, her standing posture looks normal in front of others, but in Jordan's eyes, her standing posture gives her the shortest time to react and also, the ability to parry and maneuver against any sneak attack. Furthermore, Jordan felt the hidden killing intent towards him from her. If not for his powerful sensitivity, he wouldn't have felt it, which proves that her ability isn't mediocre either, to be able to hide her killing intent. Furthermore, when he was checking Sophie out, he spotted a microphone behind her seat. He used his finger to cover the microphone before he asked if Sophie knew Sandra's origin.

“Stop slandering Sandra.” Sophie said coldly.

“Alright, I won't talk about it again. Where are we going? When my time is up, I will leave. I don't like being around ugly faces.” Jordan said with a smirk.

Jordan knew that the Millers' restaurant won't profit a billionaire like Sophie, as it was just an average restaurant, so the only reason she was here, was for him, but he didn't know her aim. Since Jordan did not feel any hostility from her, he decided to be her driver for a while so that he can watch her clownish show, and at the same time, have an excuse for his partial richness.

“Go to Happy dish restaurant.” Sophie said calmly.

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Sandra, who was hidden in the Millers restaurant's office, was listening to their conversation. When Jordan covered the microphone, she did not hear anything at that moment, which made her frown. However, the moment of muteness vanished shortly, which made her ease her knitted eyebrows, but when she heard Sophie's plan with Jordan, a strong killing intent burst out of her body like a broken dam. The quiet room became cold even though the windows were locked.

‘I would have to eliminate him tonight. Happy dish restaurant belongs to Sophie, so the whole restaurant will be empty today since she's eating there. I would place AMN-B into his food, ending his pathetic life for good.’ Sandra thought inwardly, as she quickly changed into a black body–fitting clothes, a pair of black trousers, a pair of black mid-calf boots and a black mask. Now, Sandra did not look like a secretary, but a cat woman. Sandra also texted a number which was supposed to be the customer care of her service provider, but unexpectedly, it was her assistant's number.

‘Phoenix, bring my bike.’ Sandra texted aptly.

AMN-B is a colorless and odorless chemical that causes amnesia and turns a healthy person into an idiot.

3 minutes later, a black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R was parked opposite the Millers restaurant.

Sandra came out of the restaurant and hop on the bike, before saying to her partner Phoenix, who brought the bike, “Delete all the footage of the bike and me.”

Sandra throttled the bike hard, and zoomed off after her instructions since she needed to reach the restaurant and poison the food Jordan was going to eat, before they reached the restaurant.

Everything went according to Sandra's plan without any suspense. Sandra reached the restaurant, added the AMN-B to the exotic foods prepared, before going to the rooftop, and opened her tab to connect to the restaurant camera.

When Sandra saw Jordan and Sophie entering together, she snarled. Sandra continued to watch, and confirmed that Jordan ate the dish, before an evil smirk crept unto her lips.

“You should blame your bad luck for Sophie trying to seduce you. Your life ends here!” Sandra said with an evil smirk that will shock people who interacted with her, as Sophie's secretary.