Chapter 63: Her Voice is Beautiful and Moving~
"Wait, Chief George doesn't know Gwen's identity?"
Cindy swung effortlessly on her spider silk, passing Jessica and Gwen mid-air. Her voice carried playful curiosity. "Then why did he only lecture Jessica?"
After the entanglement of their spider senses, Gwen had eventually confessed her identity to Cindy. After all, with that kind of connection, there was no use hiding it—better to be upfront.
"Yup, Gwen's still keeping it secret from her dad, hehe~"
Jessica twirled in the air, her feet glowing silver, and teased Gwen with a grin. "Ghost Spider—the good girl who doesn't dare face her police chief father~"
"Jessica!"
Gwen flushed behind her mask and shot a small web that splatted onto Jessica's face. "I'll tie you up tonight and let your brother teach you a lesson!"
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Inside Jessica's suit, a mechanical female voice issued a calm reminder:
[Activate airflow sensing to assist flight. Please clear obstacles as soon as possible.]
This was her suit's onboard AI assistant—codename British Rider. It was fully independent and had no connection to Stark's Jarvis.
Gwen's suit had a similar assistant, codenamed Ghost.
"Hey—hey!"
Jessica wobbled for a moment before regaining her balance mid-air. "Gwen! You're getting feistier!"
Brushing off the webbing, she fired back, "Shouldn't I be the one pinning you down so my brother can have his fun?"
If Ethan Lee were present, he would've proudly given a thumbs-up—what a great sister! What a supportive girlfriend!
Unfortunately...
He was currently somewhere else—
Busy with another girl.
Tutoring?
Philosophy of life?
Maybe...educational sessions in anatomy?
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In Felicia's room...
Silver hair spilled across a pale, bare back like moonlight melting into snow.
Her smooth arms were wrapped around Ethan Lee's neck, breathing softly as she slept soundly in his arms.
In her dreams, she had no worries. The debt was paid. Her father's sentence reduced. She lived peacefully with the man she loved, in a fairytale-like bliss.
Toot–Toot–
The phone buzzed on the nightstand.
"Mm…"
Felicia stirred slightly, her long lashes fluttering open.
Rustle...
Ethan shifted, gently cradling her as he reached for the phone. Glancing at the screen, he answered:
"Hello—oh, Chief George?"
Hearing who it was, he immediately put on a polite, relaxed tone.
"Still working hard, Chief? Are those rookies at the station giving you trouble?"
Chief George chuckled on the other end:
"Haha, you sound like an old man with that tone, Ethan."
"But I have to say, for someone your age, you've achieved a lot to be proud of."
Then the topic shifted.
"Oh, right—it's your sister again…"
"Jessica is still acting out as a superhero. I've told her so many times, but she just won't listen!"
George was working at his desk, flipping through reports as he vented over the phone.
Ethan sighed inwardly—George never gave up on trying to reel Jessica in.
He responded with his usual charm and tact, promising that he'd definitely talk to her, and make sure she understood.
Lying quietly beside him, Felicia listened in.
Director George...?
She had no idea Ethan was so familiar with someone of his status.
Maybe... I can ask him for help too...
A thought lit up in her mind.
She stirred, her voice soft and tentative, "Nng~"
Lifting her head, she leaned closer to the phone, wrapping her arms around Ethan's hand that held it.
Her sleepy voice slipped in:
"Director George… Sorry to interrupt your call… but… I have money now… about my dad—"
[Huh? What?]
George paused, startled by the unfamiliar, breathy voice.
"Felicia? Is that you? Why are you there—with Ethan? You sound… weak…"
"I…"
Felicia panicked for a moment, her face flushing. She glanced at Ethan, who simply smiled at her, reassuring and calm.
He gave her a nod—go ahead, say what you need.
So she fibbed.
"Well… Director George, didn't you ask me to talk to Jessica about joining the band? She wasn't home, so… I came to Ethan instead."
"The reason I sound like this is because… he was testing my singing voice… to see if I'm good enough to join."
"Oh, that's right, George."
Ethan took over the conversation smoothly, his tone calm and convincing.
"I'm well aware of everything."
"Felicia's a good girl. To raise money for her father's case, she's doing her best—even singing for me, despite her throat being in poor condition."
Then he glanced at her gently and added with sincerity:
"But I have to say—her voice is beautiful. Truly moving."