Chapter 690 Testing
"Tiffany's lost it."
Jake heard Sophia and looked puzzled. "Yeah, you told me last night she got admitted to a mental hospital."
Sophia went on, "Right, but this morning I heard she got stuck in an elevator all night, freaked out, and got worse."
Jake was taken aback. "Seriously? Well, serves her right for messing with Sam. Karma's a thing."
He snorted, clearly annoyed.
Sophia had planned to test Jake, but he didn't give anything away, his expression totally normal.
She started doubting her own suspicions.
"You don't need to pick me up from work tomorrow."
Jake's lips tightened, looking a bit unhappy.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow," Sophia said. "I'll drive myself from now on. You're always so busy with work, no need to trouble yourself."
"Plus, the Lancasters have drivers. If I don't want to drive, I can get one of them to pick me up."
Sophia's tone was firm, and Jake's brows furrowed.
She was clearly trying to distance herself from him.
He could tell Sophia's attitude towards him wasn't as warm as before.
The car suddenly stopped.
Everything went quiet, even the streetlights seemed dimmer.
Sophia clutched her seatbelt, about to ask why he stopped so suddenly.
Jake turned to her, his eyes pleading.
"Sophia, do you hate me?"
Jake had that pitiful look again.
Sophia looked away. "No."
"Then why don't you want me to pick you up from work?"
Sophia fidgeted with her fingers.
"Because it's a waste of your time."
"I love spending time with you, it's never a waste."
"I'd feel bad."
Jake's eyes looked even more hurt, realizing his efforts were causing her distress.
A pang of pain hit his heart.
"Okay, I get it."
The car started again.
The atmosphere inside turned heavy and melancholic.
Sophia suddenly felt a bit guilty, thinking, 'Was I too harsh?'
But if she didn't say it like that, Jake would keep picking her up from work.
Sophia swallowed back the words she wanted to say.
After watching Sophia go inside, Jake punched the steering wheel.
He was now sure Sophia was keeping her distance from him.
Half an hour later, at the boxing gym, a man was beaten black and blue.
Jake, in a black tank top, his muscles bulging, skin slick with sweat, and hair damp, threw a punch at the man's face. The man's head snapped to the side, his body flung away, and a spray of blood and saliva erupted from his mouth.
The next second, the man collapsed, unconscious.
Jake looked at him with contempt, like he was trash, took off his gloves, and tossed them aside.
Micah nervously handed over a towel, wrapping it around Jake, then signaled the bodyguards to take the man to the hospital.
"Mr. Hughes, water." Micah handed over a bottle.
Jake was in a terrible mood tonight, coming to the gym in the middle of the night and beating the sparring partner like that.
Jake downed half the bottle of water, squinting at the sparring partner being carried away.
"Give him a million bucks."
Micah nodded, "Yes, sir!"
A bit later, Micah brought Jake's phone over.
"Mr. Hughes, it's Mr. Getty on the line."
A cold light flashed in Jake's eyes as he took the phone.
An authoritative, slightly old voice came from the other end.
"You did well. Send those data over tonight, I'll have Mr. Vitelli take a look."
Jake's brows furrowed instantly.
"I can't give you the data."
"Why?" Victor Getty's voice was clearly displeased.
"My goal is to ruin Gabriel's project, not to steal." Jake's voice had a hint of disdain.
Victor was silent for half a minute.
"If Mr. Vitelli can make the project successful, we can surpass the Lancaster Group in global tech."
Victor's voice carried a hint of pressure, "Then we can crush the Lancaster Group, and you can do whatever you want with Gabriel."
"Jake, you need to think about the bigger picture!"
Jake gripped the phone tightly, the sound of glass breaking faintly heard.
"I understand."
Victor, hearing this, smiled with satisfaction, "Good."
After hanging up, Jake handed the phone to Micah.
Micah saw that the phone screen was shattered, and the case had a crack.
Jake, in a low mood, said, "Find another sparring partner."
Micah shivered. "Yes, sir!"
That night, two sparring partners were carried out of the gym.
Around eleven PM, Gabriel returned.
Sophia couldn't sleep, working in her studio on the sewing machine. Just as she stopped, she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Gabriel pushed the door open.
"Still working this late?"
He was holding a cup of milk.
Sophia turned around at his voice, her eyes involuntarily filling with tears.
She didn't know why.
Seeing him made her emotional. She opened her mouth to say something, but seeing the red veins in his eyes, the dark circles, and the stubble on his chin, her throat choked up.
Even in such a disheveled state, Gabriel's noble male charm was undeniable.
He walked over with a gentle smile.
"Have some milk."
Seeing the light on in Sophia's studio, he knew she was still working, so he went downstairs to heat up a cup of milk.
Sophia said, "I can't finish it, it's too much. I'll have to get up at night to use the bathroom."
Gabriel replied, "Drink as much as you can."
Sophia took the cup, the warmth of the milk spreading to her palms. She drank while looking at Gabriel.
Gabriel felt a bit embarrassed under her gaze, unconsciously touching his chin and realizing it was prickly. He remembered how disheveled he looked.
He frowned immediately.
'Damn, showing up like this in front of her, I must look awful!' He mused.
Gabriel wanted to clean himself up immediately, but Sophia was still looking at him.
Sophia drank half and handed the milk back to him.
"There's still so much left, it would be a waste to throw it away." Sophia thought, 'maybe I should finish it.'
Just as she was about to take it back, Gabriel quickly took the milk and drank it all in one go.
Sophia was shocked and thought, 'That's what I have left!'
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