Jackson sipped on his coffee slowly. It wasn’t until the host on the stage called out to the Sterling pack that he gulped it down.
Seeing that he was about to go on stage after handing me the coffee cup, I couldn’t help but worry. “Have you finished reading the documents?”
Jackson hadn’t even read any of the documents while he was waiting for his turn. How was he prepared for this?
Jackson tapped a finger lightly on his temple and said confidently, “Don’t worry. I just needed to read them once.”
I froze.
That’s right. Jackson had a photographic memory. So…how could he lose his memory?
His words dispelled the last bit of kindness I had left for him.
He was putting on an act.
I had almost mistaken him for the previous Silas.
My stiff expression made him question me.
“What’s wrong w
