"Alright," the driver grabbed Jackson's car door handle. "They owe me for the ride. You seem pretty well-off, why don't you help your friends and pay up?" Jackson raised an eyebrow. "They owe you money?" The driver insisted, "That's right." Jackson asked, "How much?" "With the waiting fee and emotional distress, it's two thousand bucks!" "I thought it was a lot, but it's just two thousand..." Jackson glanced at Sophia, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Sophia seemed to flinch under his gaze and moved closer to Grace. Grace recognized Jackson too and cursed under her breath. But they had no other options now, it all depended on what Jackson wanted to do. "Two thousand bucks is nothing, I can cover that." Jackson put on his sunglasses, chuckling. "I know Mr. Morgan pretty well. I can't just ignore his wife and his... mistress." What?! Wife and... mistress? Sophia wasn't his daughter?! She was a mistress?! The gossip was getting juicier. Just then, a reporter arrived, capturing Jackson's words on camera. One camera was aimed at Jackson, another at Sophia. Jackson feigned surprise. "Did I say something wrong?" The reporters were eager for more juicy details. They smiled, hoping Jackson would spill more secrets. "Jackson, you just said Mr. Morgan's daughter is actually his mistress... Is that true?" Jackson chuckled. "That's their family business. I can't say too much, but you can ask them. However, I will say one thing for Mr. Morgan. He's been in Europe working on designs for years, and the only person around him has been Mrs. Morgan. But how can a man resist a young, beautiful woman?"Wow, he just dropped another bombshell. Making the situation even more chaotic, Jackson smiled, took out two thousand bucks from his wallet, and handed it to the driver. "Here's your money. Now leave. And make sure you don't tell anyone what you heard today." The driver could hardly contain his excitement. He had overheard everything, and reporters were ready to pay him for the scoop. This gossip was worth way more than two thousand bucks! Jackson wasn’t trying to silence him; he was giving him a business tip! The driver understood and happily took the money. Jackson turned his attention to Grace and Sophia, sneering. "What are you gonna do now? Come with me or stay here for more interviews?" Sophia looked at Grace, seeing suspicion and shock in her mother's eyes. She quickly explained, "Mom, don’t listen to him! I’m not that kind of person..." Grace interrupted, "What kind of person?" "I don’t have that kind of relationship with Logan! Seriously, he’s your husband. How could I do that?" Jackson chimed in casually, "Hey, I’ve got a question. If you don't have a thing with Logan, why did he let you stay at his place? He didn't know you before, so why was he so good to you?" Sophia stomped her foot in frustration. "Jackson! Shut up!" "You want me to shut up?" Jackson folded his arms. "You dare to do it but can’t stand people talking about it? Do you know why the Normans hate you? You’ve done too many bad things, your reputation is trash. Didn't you flirt with guys back in school? I know them. Want me to call them over to chat with Mr. Morgan?” Jackson’s words became increasingly outrageous. Grace pulled Sophia along. “Thanks for the help. We’ll go with you.” Sophia didn’t deny it, which meant she admitted it! The reporters were ecstatic. They crowded around, banging on the car windows. Jackson yelled, “Back off! My car’s new. If anyone damages it, you’re paying!” The reporters backed off. Jackson got in the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and shut out the chaos outside.He glanced in the rearview mirror. Sophia was huddled next to Grace, who clearly didn’t want to engage with her. Jackson shook his head with a smirk, started the car, and thought, “They deserve what's coming.” The car drove off. Grace finally asked, “What are you planning to do with us?” Jackson’s tone was still playful. “My plan to do with you? I’m not a king. This country has laws, right?” “I know you’re doing this for Emily,” Grace said. “But Emily is pregnant with another man’s child. Jackson, is it worth it for a woman who doesn’t care about you?” “Don’t give me that crap! If Emily gets married, I’ll wish her well. If she has a kid, I’ll be the godfather. My business is none of yours.” Grace’s face darkened. “Jackson, I hope you respect me…” “Respect my ass!” Jackson sneered. “I’m no saint. Don’t try to guilt-trip me. Oh, by the way, your friend Emma is in my hands.” Grace’s face turned pale. “Emma’s with you?! Why?” “Why not?” Jackson sneered. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to see her.” Jackson turned on the car’s sound system, blasting loud music that made the car vibrate. Jackson, driving with one hand, grooved to the beat. “The real show is about to start.”