Chapter 610 Extra 2 What If Too Many People Want to Hang Out with

    Her?

    It was ba /brare day off.

    Jean was so bored she felt like she might actually dissolve into the couch. She rolled over, sat up, and decided to find herself something entertaining to do.

    Just a few days ago, she’d found out something both ridiculous and horrifying: for a very long stretch of time, the Ginger family had been able to clearly hear her inner thoughts–word for word, no filter. It bwasn’t /bjust instinct or some sixth sense. They actually heard what she was thinking.

    She could hardly describe the feeling. It was no different from walking out the front door stark naked.

    Even worse, the Ginger family hadn’t shown the slightest hint of guilt. They actually teased her about it. They said that her brain used to be filled with all kinds of weird and interesting thoughts, and now that they couldn’t hear them anymore, it was kind of a shame.

    “A shame, my *ss,” Jean muttered. She’d been so furious she ignored all of them for several days straight

    Still, ording to them, ever since the whole ordeal with Wright had ended, they’d lost that ability. Jean suspected it had something to do with the Genesis Root. It made sense–if her thoughts had been exposed in the first ce, it was probably on purpose. And now that everything was resolved and her memories were back, the eavesdropping had been switched off.

    She didn’t want to keep thinking about it. She picked up her phone and lit up the screen. With nothing to do and her brain starting to rot from inactivity, she opened her social feed and posted a status.

    “Currently very free. Someone take me out. I’m bored.”

    She hit send, then stared at her phone, waiting to see who would respond first. She’d already decided- whoever replied first would be the one she’d hang out with today.

    What she hadn’t expected was that within the very first minute, her post exploded.

    Onement after another began flooding in/almost simultaneously.

    Dominic wrote, “If you’re into golf, your brother can take you to the range.”

    Easton chimed in, “I’m filming a new outdoor variety show. The scenery’s amazing. Want me to send someone to pick you up? Be my assistant for the day.”

    Samuel begged, “Pick me. Please. I’m begging you.”

    Carl offered, “Just bought some new horses. You want to go ridingb?/bb” /b

    Winston was blunt. “Log on. Game?

    Ludwig sent, “Let’s go for a drive. Anywhere you wan

    Asher asked, “Want to read together?”

    Hector suggested, “Come over,/We can hang out at my ce.”

    Luka even joined in. “Why not drop by the Abyssal Choir for a visit?”

    Jean stared at the screen,pletely stunned. The flood of invitations almost made her dizzy.

    She scrolled through the list and finally chose Asher.

    Simple, quiet, and easy. Reading sounded like a nice way to pass the time.

    She packed her bag and headed to the door. Just as she stepped out of the house, a ck Maybach rolled up and parked in front of her. The driver stepped out–it was Easton’s assistant.

    “Mr. Easton said you seemed bored, so he sent me to pick you up,” the assistant said warmly.

    Jean forced a dryugh. “I already made ns with someone else. Tell my brother thanks, but I’m skipping today.”

    She adjusted her bag and walked out of the Ginger estate.

    A sleek Bentley was waiting at the front gate. It was Asher’s car. She got in and was driven straight to the library they’d agreed on.

    She read quietly for a while beside him, genuinely enjoying the peace. After a bit, Asher suggested grabbing dessert at a new cafe nearby. Jean agreed happily.

    But before they could make it to the shop, the growl of an engine cut through the street. A sleek motorcycle pulled up beside them and stopped directly in their path.

    The rider removed his helmet.

    Ludwig.

    His pale face looked like it had been carved from marble. He didn’t say much–just ncedzily at Jean and Asher, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

    “You’ve read long enough,” he said casually. “Come have fun with me now.”

    His voice was rxed, but there was a subtle pressure beneath it—a quiet confidence that didn’t ask for permission.

    Jean stared at him in disbelief, her mouth slightly open. Before she could react, another luxury car rolled up to the curb.

    Hector stepped out.

    He looked her straight in the eye and said inly, “I’ve been feeling kind of downtely. I was hoping you could help me out with a therapy session.”

    Jean stood frozen on the sidewalk,pletely caught off guard.

    She was being surrounded by three fuen, right there on the street.

    This couldn’t be real.

    She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to go anywhere anymore.

    Just as she was searching for an excuse to yanish, the roar of a Ferrari cut through the bchaos/b.

    A bright red sports bcar /bpulled up with a smooth purr. The door swung open, and Winston bstepped /bout blike /b

    he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

    He didn’t say a word. He walked straight up to Jean, opened the passenger side, and waited for her to get in.

    Then, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, he looked at the other three and gave them a bsmall /b

    wave.

    “I’ll be taking her,” he said coolly. “You all do as you like.”

    Jean’s expression froze.

    iYou /iitoo/ii? /iiYou’re /iiactually /iijoining /iithis /iimadness/ii? /iiSeriously/ii? /i

    She wanted to cry.

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