Chapter 392

Chapter 392

During lunch, I received a message from the bodyguards.

They'd tracked down Jenna's daily routine. Besides her hospital job, she also worked at a restaurant, basically waiting tables during the night market hours.

"Faye, want to go out tonight?"

"Blair, what did you say?"

Faye's eyes lit up.

"I heard there's this night market that's really popular right now, tons of street food."

She immediately clapped her hands in excitement. "Blair, I've heard about it too! I've been dying to go, but ever since Sophia left, I haven't had anyone to go with."

"Then I'll go with you."

Faye looked at me, the light in her eyes slowly fading.

"Blair, don't mess with me. Levi would never let you go out. He's worried about your safety. Plus, he's never eaten street food in his life."

"Actually, he did on our last trip."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Faye grinned like she'd just caught Levi doing something scandalous.

"Still, it won't work. It's too late. I'm worried too—if something goes wrong, Levi will kill me. We should just stay home."

I grabbed her hand. "Trust me, we'll be safe."

She frowned. "But Levi won't agree to it."

"We won't ask for his permission."

Faye whispered, "We can do that?"

I smiled. "We'll leave before he gets home. I'll make sure the driver keeps it a secret. Besides, summer without street food isn't really summer, right?"

I didn't have a better excuse. I wanted to see Jenna. I wanted to know how she was doing. If possible, I hoped she'd cooperate with me to take down Arabella.

Henry alone wasn't enough to strike at Arabella. If Jenna was willing to occasionally show up in her world to torment her, that wouldn't be a bad strategy.

"Okay, Blair. But once we're out there, you have to listen to me and stay safe."

"No problem."

After we agreed, we each went back to our rooms to rest. Faye sent me several messages with photos of outfit options.

I hadn't seen her this happy since she and Joseph broke up.

We left at three in the afternoon. Indigo mentioned that Levi had called to say he'd be home for dinner and specifically asked her to make my favorite fish.

I made Indigo promise to keep our secret. If Levi asked, she should say we went to Natalia's for dinner.

Faye and I wandered around the mall for a bit. With my heavy belly, I mostly just sat on a bench watching her shop.

Finally, evening came. We strolled through the night market, eating what Levi called "junk food."

Time ticked by. Following the information I'd received, I found the barbecue restaurant where Jenna worked part-time.

Maybe because Jenna was running late, I had to wait a while before she showed up.

"Blair, this barbecue is amazing. Let's order more."

"Sure, get whatever you want."

My attention was entirely on Jenna. She wore a cream-colored canvas bag and black canvas shoes.

If you didn't know better, you'd never guess she was a nurse.

"Why are you so late today? The place is swamped. Go take two beers to table three." The owner complained.

Jenna nodded apologetically. "Sorry, boss. I won't be late again."

"Just hurry up. Stop wasting time talking."

She looked exhausted—working at the hospital all day, then coming here at night to serve all kinds of customers.

If it weren't for Arabella, she wouldn't be living like this. A broken family. A lonely single woman.

I noticed a pen on the table, left behind when the owner told us to write our own orders.

I found a sturdy card nearby and wrote a sentence on it.

Faye leaned over. "Blair, what are you writing?"

"Nothing, just doodling. The barbecue's better when it's hot—it won't taste as good cold."

I tucked the note against my chest before she could see what I'd written.

"Blair, you're being so mysterious. Did inspiration suddenly strike? Are you designing something?"

"You can't hide anything from you. I'm just sketching. Eat up."

Faye smiled and nodded. "Okay, okay."

After I finished writing, I called Jenna over.

"Excuse me, could you bring me some napkins?"

I deliberately knocked the napkins under the table, then asked Jenna to bring more.

I watched her walk toward me, step by step. Her eyes were dull—the look of someone crushed by life's weight.

"Thank you."

As she placed the napkins in my hand, I slipped her the note.

"You know Arabella too, don't you?"

That's what I'd written. I'd made "Arabella" extra large to grab her attention.

Sure enough, Jenna's hand trembled. She tucked the note behind her back, staring at me.

Her eyes held hatred. And confusion.

I pointed toward the alley nearby. I'd already scoped it out—it was a storage area with walls made of stacked beer crates.

"Waitress, bring me two more bottles."

When Jenna heard the call, she turned and walked away, tossing the note into the trash.

I wasn't sure what she'd do. I didn't know how she'd react. But I stood up anyway and slowly walked toward the beer crates.

"Blair, where are you going?"

Faye called after me.

I turned back with a small smile. "I saw a burger stand over there. I'll get you one. Wait here."

"I'll come with you."

"It's not far. I'll be right back."

I walked behind the wall of crates, my heart racing.

I rubbed my palms together. I didn't know if Jenna would come. Everything was uncertain.

When I pulled out my phone for light, Jenna's voice startled me.

"What's your relationship with Arabella?"

Her tone was harsh. I knew she hated Arabella with everything she had.

"Same as yours."

I made my position clear.

"I have a plan. I don't know if you're willing to hear it."

"I don't have time to play games with you."

Jenna thought I was mocking her.

"Just hear me out, then decide. Please?"

I looked at her sincerely, trying to show I meant no harm.

"Make it quick. I don't have time."

I quickly outlined my plan. I proposed that she work with me against Arabella. I hoped she'd cooperate.

Jenna didn't respond. I couldn't read her expression.

"Where the hell did she go? First she's late, now she's disappeared!"

The owner was frantic, looking for Jenna. A customer needed drinks.

She didn't answer me. She just grabbed two bottles and left.

"Keep up this attitude and I'm docking your pay!"

The owner pointed at her nose and launched into a tirade.

After delivering the drinks, Jenna went back to the trash can and pulled out the note I'd written. It had my phone number on it.