"Have you forgotten? Sherry wore gloves when cleaning the room. Even if we call the police, it won’t work because there were no fingerprints. She knew that, and that was why she was not afraid." Jean sighed. "Since I’ve found the watch, we'd better let them go."

Her words seemed to inform Mandy, but in fact, her purpose was only to explain why she didn’t call the police.

Secretly, she took a glance at Terence. She was relieved when she saw that he was fine.

"Terence," Jean called out and sat next to him. "I'm really sorry for bringing you so much trouble. I think I should move out soon."

"It is I who should apologize," Terence said. Jean was quite nervous because she couldn’t figure out what was on his mind.

"Honestly, I thought it would be more convenient for you to live in my place. But I didn’t expect that something like this would happen."

"Actually, it’s not their fault." She smiled faintly and tucked her hair behind her ear

e, Jean wore a black lace bra. Her skin was snowy white. When her skin, covered by a tiny piece of lace, was exposed, she was really provocative and sensual.

Their bodies were only centimeters away from each other. Jean could feel his breath on her nape that made the hair on her back stand. Even the air she was breathing was dominated by Terence’s scent and hormones.

She was confident about her figure. Her curves were fine and placed at the right places. Highlighting her body was her perfectly shaped breast, perfectly pointed bones, and her full sculpted ass. But when Terence unbuttoned her shirt and looked at her seducing body, he stayed calm.

After untying the last button, Terence said indifferently to Jean, "Well, you may go now."

Compared to her sister, Jean had a more gorgeously-shaped figure. But when he was undressing Jean, he was completely unbothered. Unlike how he was uncontrollably misbehaving when Julia was in front of him.