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Chapter 144 Don't Let Me Down

"Now, Miss Jones. Would you like to share what you're here to do?"

Jessica knew that the "boss lover" statement was obviously unlikely to work in front of Michael Paso himself.Meeting this famous young man face to face for the first time, she also found that Michael was completely different from her original image.Jessica thinks she knows the human heart very well. She has seen all kinds of people, all kinds of psychology, pure, evil, and twisted. She thinks she has seen all types of people, but she has never No one made her feel like this.

If I had to use the simplest summary to describe Michael's first impression of her, it would be nothing.

Yes, just nothing.The person's voice and expression were cold, but miraculously without any hostility or questioning color, as if it was very natural and without the slightest emotion.His eyes were equally unfathomable.The black eyes looked at her, and the eyes seemed to be completely open without any obstruction, but when you looked directly into it, you only felt that you saw a bottomless black hole.

She couldn't help feeling that everything about herself was being pulled out by a powerful gravitational force, and when she tried to find any information related to him, she just found nothing.

Jessica avoided direct eye contact with him, somewhat uncomfortably.

"You know my name?" she asked.

"Of course, you are quite a household name in this area." Michael said casually, "Jessica Jones, a private eye in Hell's Kitchen, has made headlines in the New York Times. Many people think you are a superhero."

"Not any kind of hero, let alone super. A bunch of idiots just like to scream like this." Jessica seemed a little annoyed when she talked about this topic.She thought about it for a while, thinking that she had already been exposed at this moment anyway, so she might as well go straight in and see if she could find clues through the reaction shown by the other party.So she said, "You know what I do, that's good. Because right now I'm doing my job, scouting for leads."

"Would you mind telling me about the suspicious smell in my place that alarmed your keen sense of smell?"

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Passo, and there's no need to be stupid. A company as huge as Passo Tech, everyone in New York City knows it's as unscientific as a sapling that's been injected with growth hormone. But you and I both know that for a company to develop to such a scale, some shady methods are necessary."

Michael put his hands in his pockets, calmly waiting for her to speak.

"You guys had something important to ship last week, but I guess it didn't comply with the relevant regulations of some departments, and maybe even touched some legal bottom lines, right?" She continued, "Anyway, for whatever reason Reason, you have to let things be done in secret, without any written records. So you thought of hiring smugglers to do the job for you. But the problem is, you don't want to risk anyone knowing the details, So after the task is completed, you deal with all the insiders, is that right?"

As she spoke, she carefully observed Michael's expression.According to her expectation, no matter whether these words are right or wrong, the other party should show a great reaction.If all of what she said was true and Michael knew it, then he should either pretend to be ignorant and snap at her slander, or he should coerce and warn her to stop; If she didn't know this, then he should be even more angry about it and accuse her of talking nonsense.

But none of these show up.Michael listened to her speculation the entire time with equanimity and composure, as if she were describing the plot of a movie rather than a string of allegations about his company.He was so calm that Jessica couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her words that didn't convey the exact meaning.

"So, Miss Jones." He waited for Jessica to finish before asking politely, "Have you got any conclusive evidence against the Paso Group—that is, my company—in your hands?"

"Fortunately for you, not yet. But you can rest assured and wait, I don't think it will be long."

Jessica didn't intend to stay and talk to him anymore.Some kind of instinct made her feel that it wasn't a good idea to continue talking to Michael here, the style of the conversation was so weird, it made him uncomfortable just standing in front of him.

She walked past Michael quickly, heading for the elevator.And Michael didn't stop her at all, and even graciously turned sideways to make way for her when she passed by.

It wasn't until Jessica Jones walked into the elevator that the elevator door closed and the number of floors began to decrease before Michael turned and left.

He went back to his office and sat down behind the desk.A few minutes later, there was an application for entry from outside the door.He clicked through, and a man in a gray and black suit with a simple hairstyle walked in.

Valen Guiliano, the director of Paso Company, the man who should have been drugged by Jessica and fell asleep lying on the steering wheel of the driver's seat.

"Sir. According to your request, my fingerprints and ID card were taken away by the private investigator named Jessica Jones." He said.

"I know." Michael clasped his hands together and nodded, "We've met just now."

Guiliano wondered, "But...why, sir? I mean, Jones is a private eye. Why let her in, wouldn't she expose some classified projects or something?"

"You needn't worry about that, Guiliano. You've done an excellent job. Have a great weekend."

Guiliano knew that this was the boss's order to evict the guests, and no matter how curious he was, this was the boss's company after all, and he had the final say on everything.So he saluted and said, "You too, sir, have a nice weekend."

Guiliano exited the room.The huge office fell silent immediately.

Michael suddenly said to the air in front of him: "Shirley, has Miss Jones got what she needs?"

"Yes, sir. A copy of AXCR-3920, I believe Miss Jones should have taken."

"very good."

Looking out the French windows, Michael saw Jessica Jones leaving the building, striding out with her hands in her wallet pockets.Looking down from this height she looked like a tiny black dot.

"You've got what you need, Jessica Jones," he said to himself, "so don't let me down next time."

(End of this chapter)