"Hazel!" With a cunning smile, he welcomed her as if surprised. "I didn't expect I'd see you here. Although, if you came here to talk about Hanson, you can leave. His wedding will be held next week. Until then, you're not allowed to see him." He lit a cigar and glared at her with a fiendish look.
Unfazed, Hazel let out a faint smile on her face. "You have misunderstood, Mr. Jobson. Believe it or not, I'm here to help you save Bella."
Hearing what she said, he laughed faintly and scoffed. "Ha! Just you?" Jobson shook his head, trying to erase the sneer on his face.