Xenia Jones wiped off the tears on her face and looked up at the large screen opposite.

In the whirling snow, the screen clearly said:

"The Master James Sterling of the Sterling's Group proposed to Jessica Green, the daughter of a real estate magnate."

There were no James Sterling or Jessica Green's figures on the screen, but only a microblog screenshot of Jessica Green's birthday feast.

Roses, cakes, wine, and a sapphire necklace.

That sapphire necklace was the world-renowned "Heart of the Sea".

There was also a sentence on the picture.

"Thank you for traveling a long distance to come back from abroad to celebrate my birthday. Only love you."

And it was inscribed by one character: "Jessica".

Between the lines, it was so sweet that would make others full of envy.

Even Dorothy Bird, the best friend of Xenia Jones, called and asked Xenia Jones who had attended Jessica Green's birthday banquet last night about whether she had witnessed the proposal.

"Xenia? Why don't you speak?"

From the other side of the phone, Dorothy Bird's clear voice laughed infectiously.

"Hahaha... didn't you be fascinated by the handsome Master Sterling?"

"I didn't see it clearly," Xenia Jones said briefly.

"What? Didn't see it clearly? He's so handsome but you didn't see clearly! Are you blind..."

"Dorothy, I have to go to see my grandma in the hospital."

Xenia Jones did not wait for Dorothy Bird to finish speaking but hung up the phone, and walked to the hospital not far away.

Last night, she only glanced at the man from afar.

He's really handsome and tall.

There was a cold momentum surrounding him that rejected others afar, and he looked unscrupulous.

The indifferent eyes were lazy and distracted as if looking impatiently at anyone, which was arrogant and frightening.

At that time, a guest wanted to say hello to him and build a relationship. He totally ignored but lazily sat on the sofa and played his mobile phone. No one dared to approach him within three meters.

Later, Xenia Jones did not know whether James Sterling had proposed to Jessica Green or not.

She had been helping in the kitchen all the time and did not go to the front lobby.

At this time, a black Maybach slowly parked in the hospital parking lot in the whirling snow.

The window slid down, revealing the handsome profile of the man.

He had long thick eyelashes, which surrounded a pair of cold pupils. Through the windy snow, he looked at the large screen opposite.

"Propose?"

He twitched his thin lips and raised a cold and evil arc.

"Why don't I know?"

John Smith, who drove in the front, asked carefully, "Master, do you need me to handle this?"

"No need."

James Sterling lit a cigarette and took a puff, his voice was unconcerned and casual, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with himself.

"Having dated for three years, propose is not a big deal."

Jessica Green was not bad. She was beautiful and gentle, good to him, and very obedient.

And since he had slept with her, he needed to be responsible.

James Sterling lazily rested his hand on the window of the car, holding a cigarette, he puffed out of the window.

In the white smoke, a petite figure jumped into his eyes.

The girl was in a white overcoat and a light-colored scarf, her dark, long hair fluttered gently in the snow, exposing her excessively fair profile.

She looked pretty.

Especially the skin was white enough.

It looked like white milk, with a light fluorescence.

James Sterling bit his cigarette butt and couldn't help but look at her for more than one glance. His black brows slightly congregated.

She looked a little familiar as if he had seen her somewhere.

He was about to look more carefully but the girl had already entered the hospital.

James Sterling threw away the cigarette butt and swept away the snowflakes that did not exist on the cuff. "What about the two things that I've asked you to investigate?"

"I've checked all the guests who attended the birthday party last night. But nobody was suspicious." John Smith said.

James Sterling frowned.

Then who put drugs into his drinks?

What's the purpose?

"And that picture..." John Smith's voice lowered a little, "I didn't find out who gave it! I checked the gift list, but no one sent Miss Green the paint."

James Sterling stroked the silver ring on his middle finger. "But the painting did appear in the birthday gift area."

John Smith wondered, "Master, is there anything wrong with that painting?"

There was a little impatience in James Sterling's tone, and his brows were heavily knitted.

"You go to the dean of the hospital first."

"Yes." Then John Smith asked again, "What about the painting?"

"Keep investigating!"