Chapter 318
Cece really had lost her memory. She couldn’t recall much from before. All she knew was that she lived in a place called Cinderhill Village, her name was Cece, and beyond that, she had no clue. It was so unexpected when one day, a group of people dressed in black showed up in front of her, saying they were there to take her away. They promised to bring her to a beautiful house, treat her to delicious food, and introduce her to someone important. Without much hesitation, she followed them. Now, standing before Jackson, Cece let out a long sigh and continued to ask, “Are you the one they wanted me to meet?”
Jackson’s lips were pressed tightly together, and he remained silent. He hadn’t anticipated that Cece would have amnesia. “Yes, I’ve been looking for you.” His lips barely moved as he spoke deliberately.
“What do you want from me?” Cece widened her eyes, her voice linged with curiosity.
“We knew each other before,” Jackson said, his eyes downcast, his expression both calm and profound.
“Really?” Doubt flickered in Cece’s eyes. “I really know someone like you…” Cece thought the man in front of her looked distinguished and quite prideful, exuding an aura of unapproachability. She thought, ‘For someone from a rural area like me, how could I have known such a person? How could I possibly know someone so exquisite and outstanding?”
Jackson nodded.
“What was our relationship?” The light in Cece’s eyes sparkled with eagerness as she asked almost instinctively. “We were friends… very good friends,” Jackson said, looking at her intently with a grave voice.
Cece let out an “Oh,” her face breaking into a cheerful smile. “We were friends! I can’t believe I have a friend like you.”
Jackson nodded again.
It was then that Victor turned to Cece and said, “Cèçe, Mr. Bane truly is your good friend. Don’t worry. Please get in the car, and we’ll take you back.”
– Cece glanced at Jackson, responding with a smile, “Okay!” And so, Jackson and his party swiftly journeyed from the highway
back to Garrison Mansion.
Oneida was waiting patiently in the foyer when Jackson entered first, striding ahead with his characteristic confidence. She approached him immediately as, he arrived inside. “How did it go? Did you meet your friend?” Oneida’s lips curved into a slight smile as she asked in a light, casual tone.
Catching sight of the girl before him, a warmth softened Jackson’s eyes. “Why aren’t you resting?”
“I was waiting for you,” Oneida retorted playfully, the corner of her mouth tilting up as the words left her lips.
Soon after, the sound of firm footsteps resonated from behind. Oneida looked over Jackson. Victor emerged into the foyer accompanied by a petite girl. Oneida’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the girl’s features with great attention. She was an ordinary–looking girl, nothing remarkable at first glance. However, she possessed an incredibly stunning pair of eyes. Oneida felt an odd sense of familiarity, and within a moment, it connected–the girl’s eyes resembled her own strikingly. Physique, demeanor, overall style, and facial features; they bore no resemblance to Oneida. But those eyes were almost a mirror image of her own. Captivated by the girl’s eyes, Oneida momentarily lost herself in thought.
“Ida.” The sound of Jackson’s gentle voice brought her back to reality.
Oneida turned towards the man next to her and asked plainly, “Who is this?”
Jackson glanced at Cece before introducing her, his voice calm, “Ida, this is my friend-
“Cece.”
