Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1259

Zayne widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Are you serious? She's my little sister, for God's sake. I've seen her wear tank tops and panties when she was a kid. How could I have those wicked thoughts toward my sister?"

Zayne felt pain all over his limbs as his face contorted like a bitter gourd. He scolded, "You're just plain wicked."

Jay's patience toward Zayne had reached its limit. His handsome face had a cold look on it while his voice was deep and authoritative.

"If I continued to let you run rampant last night, then we would've been the ones to end up dead, not the young master downstairs."

Zayne's face became ashen when he heard that someone else had died.

Jay roared at him. "Remember this. If you garner too much attention here, you'll die. So you're not allowed to drink anymore. All of you act up so badly."

When Jay mentioned him acting up, he was not pleased about it and said, "Since when did I act up?"

Jay glared at Zayne. "You treated the hotel like a goddamned karaoke, you used your filthy shoe as a

microphone, and you were squealing and wailing into it like a witch summoning a demon. You dare say that you didn't act up?"

Zayne,

His voice was clearly beautiful and could charm entire groups of ladies. How did Jay manage to describe his unbridled personality that badly?

"How was I acting up then?" Josephine asked in dissatisfaction.

Jay replied, "Your snoring can be likened to that of a pig."

"What about me?" Angeline asked curiously.

Jay looked at Angeline and his eyes suddenly had a helpless, pampering look in them. "You're... You're alright."

He had to pamper her no matter what.

However, he would regret that very soon.

After Angeline felt that weight lifting off her chest, she then said, "I'll think I'll find someone else to drink with." "You can't do that." Jay strongly protested.

Once he thought about how she would go wild after getting drunk, the back of his head twitched intensely.

"If you're going to drink, you can only drink when I'm around!"

Angeline responded obediently, "Okay." She had no clue as to why he was overreacting.

Jay stood up and told Zayne and Josephine, "Take care of Angeline. I'm going to have a look downstairs."

Both of them replied, "Go then."

Jay kissed Angeline's forehead and said goodbye. "I'll be right back."

"Mm."

After he kissed Angeline goodbye, Jay walked out the door.

In the room downstairs, there was already a huge crowd standing by the door. Besides the police and forensic doctors, the rest of the crowd were just guests of the hotel.

There were too many people at the narrow door and Jay had claustrophobia, so he simply stood at a distance and watched the commotion.

At that moment, the hotel attendants walked toward him and whispered, "It's a shame. He was such an excellent man, but he has a terminal disease and died just like that. The forensic doctors said that he died because of the disease, but his bodyguard said that his young master was murdered."

Jay frowned. Disease and murder?

If someone wanted to kill a person with a disease, surely they did it not because they wanted the person

dead.

As Jay thought of something, his expression became somber.

At that moment, he did not care about his claustrophobia and strode toward the room.