Billionaire Defiant Wife

Chapter 646: Her Identity Was Exposed

Gabrielle picked out a black Ferrari. The second she sat on the driving seat, she felt a black basketball hat on her head. Soon she saw the same color mask hanging on a slender finger, which was swaying in front of her face.

"Put it on."

"Oh, I guess I can't be seen in public no matter where I go."

Gabrielle took the mask over from Jackson's finger. Then she put it on. The only thing that could be seen on her face were her big and sparkling eyes.

Wearing like this, Gabrielle thought Jackson's enemies would go after her as soon as her identity was exposed.

She had goosebumps all over her body, thinking that. She rubbed her arms, "I'm risking my life to keep you company, Jackson. What's my reward?"

"Are you sure you want it?"

"What? Why shouldn't I be sure to get my reward?" Gabrielle asked cunningly, "Do you insure me with a huge amount of money and put your name down as the beneficiary. And you do it behind my back?"

Jackson had a lot of enemies, and his family was complicated. Who knew they would mistake her as his lover and kill her?

Similarly, who knew if Jackson wasn't thinking insurance fraud?

The sinister minds of men could be beyond imagination.

The second Gabrielle finished saying her little theory, Jackson grabbed her hand resting on the driving wheel. The man suddenly grabbed her to his side, and Gabrielle fell on his lap.

Gabrielle looked up. She could see his face clearly because of the light in the underground garage. His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were well-structured, like the gods portrayed by Renaissance artists. He looked mysterious and noble.

"Do you know which way to die suits you the best?"

Gabrielle was speechlessly anxious, not knowing what he would do. Jackson ripped off her mask. She thought for a moment and said, "I think the best way to die for me is gluttony."

After all, she could eat a lot of good things.

"There is a way better than it. Do you want to try?"

Gabrielle turned her face upward at him. Her eyes were as clear as lakes. She just stared at him and felt she knew it before Jackson let her know.

Jackson stared back at her with a tempting look. Gabrielle could feel something was sensual when their eyes met.

Then she realized Jackson was such a charming man. He didn't have to do anything to make a girl obsessed.

Gabrielle couldn't help looking aside, "Look, guess what the car is made of. It feels amazing."

She felt the drawer in front of the passenger's seat.

But Jackson picked her up and let me sit on his lap.

Gabrielle started regretting not buckling up when she got in the car.

"Get back to the question before."

Gabrielle thought they moved on. But Jackson didn't.

"Do you want to try in the car?"

Gabrielle felt he was hinting something, "Try what?" She was about to say something, but Jackson cut her off, "Death by orgasm."

"Is...that a way to go?"

Gabrielle felt Jackson was dangerous.

Jackson deliberately slowed down, "Of course." It was so hot. He whispered around her ear, "In plain words, it means fucking you to death."

"Hmm."

Gabrielle swore in her mind. The dark garage created a vague environment for the couple.

The cleaner in charge of cleaning the underground garage came in at the usual time.

Jackson didn't like too many people in his place. So he didn't hire maids and housekeepers. He only hired cleaning services to clean his house at regular hours.

The cleaner heard a squeaking sound. He looked around, and a black sports car was shaking fiercely.

The cleaner was about to come close to find out what was going on when some man grabbed her and took her out.

"Mr. Carson, that car is swaying."

Hill, Carson, looked embarrassed. He waved at her, "Don't clean the garage for the day."

The cleaner didn't ask why and went to clean other places.

The door of the black Ferrari was opened. The cold air went in and blew over. Gabrielle's glowing pink skin trembled a bit.

Jackson sat on the passenger's seat like a fed cat. Only the clothes around his stomach were frazzled. There were some pleats that would probably not be ironed out.

Gabrielle held her chin against his shoulder. She finally knew what he meant "death by orgasm."

She had to rest for a while to put on the mask.

"Do you have the energy to drive?"

"Yes."

Gabrielle got off Jackson's lap. She sat on the driving seat and realized how coarse she sounded.

That was outrageous. Each time after they had sex, her voice became this. How was she supposed to read her lines in the movie?

Compared with it, she was more afraid Jackson regretted it. He finally agreed to show her his secrets. If they didn't go, they had sex for nothing.

Jackson glanced over, "It's your first time driving on a country road. Take it slow.

"I know. I'm so moved that you care for me."

Jackson watched how fake she was, and sneered, "I'm worried for my own safety."

Gabrielle was speechless.

Gabrielle poked up and stepped on the petal. They left.

The mountains near the castle was not a good place for car racing beginners. So Jackson took Gabrielle to a secret place that was known to the few. It was called JO Mountain.

The mountain was named after his initials. He owned the whole mountain.

And it was constructed for car racing. The roads were wide and open. It was the best place for car racing.

Gabrielle was very excited.

Gabrielle didn't know anything about car racing a few hours before. But she drove like a professional.

It was cold and windy at night. But Gabrielle still rolled out the window, allowing the icy cold to get in the car.

Gabrielle loved it. She felt her soul was free.

There was another sports car coming over with bright lights.

Gabrielle was in a hurry to swerve to avoid the other sports car that was retrograding. But the driver came at her showing no sign of slowing down. When it passed by the Ferrari, it knocked off the rear-end view mirror.

Gabrielle suddenly stepped on the brake. She looked back. The other sports car had double signal lights on. The driver ignored Gabrielle and her Ferrari completely.

Gabrielle was provoked. She felt the other driver looked down on her. To her surprise, before she did anything, there came a second sports second that was retrograding. The head of the sports car rubbed off a corner of Gabrielle's Ferrari. The corner where the Ferrari was hit warped.

Gabrielle heard swearing sounds. The driver kept swearing from inside the car.

But the car window was closed. The driver could only tell it was a girl driving the Ferrari.

"Fuck! The woman driver is blind, huh?"

"What a wuss? What's she doing driving a Ferrari?"

The driver of the sports car swore, stepped on the oil, and left.

Gabrielle wouldn't acknowledge failure. She was about to turn around the car when Jackson stopped her. He pressed the walkie-talkie calmly-

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