Chapter 259

"Jess." A familiar voice reached Jessica's ears at this moment. She had been looking down from above, watching a circle of women chatting with Mathilda, when she heard the voice that she would forever recognize. It was Derrick's. For a moment, she thought she must've misheard. There was no way he would be here in a place like this. Ever since Jones Group acquired his company, he had gone bankrupt and become nothing more than a beggar. His wife was in prison, his child was gone, and his parents' jobs had been affected. He was nothing more than a wandering spirit now. Jessica turned her head and saw him standing by a couch at the near end of the hallway. It was an elegant space, yet he looked completely out of place in it. Despite himself, he was dressed in a gray suit. His chin was shadowed with fresh stubble, his complexion pale and sallow. Simply put, the man looked like he had clawed his way out of a grave. Jessica flashed him a small smile. It wasn't one of mockery, but of