Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 95: His Nickname

However, Jodie Tanner panicked.

She didn’t understand, what did he want her to call him?

After all, before this, Jameson Shaw had never made such a request; he always had her call him Third Brother directly.

Jodie swallowed, a bit anxious, suddenly not knowing how to respond to him.

"Jodie?"

His voice was still very gentle, but with a hint of hoarseness.

Instinctively, Jodie changed the subject: "Third Brother, what’s wrong, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Jameson’s phoenix eyes narrowed, his expression gradually turning cold, and he lowered his breaths.

"Jodie."

Jodie nodded, gripping the phone with one hand, her nails almost white, trying to keep her voice clear.

"Yes, I’m here, Third Brother."

Jameson took a deep breath, his voice becoming more and more indifferent: "I’m tired."

Jodie laughed, her voice sweet: "Good night, Third Brother, sweet dreams."

"Mm."

After Jameson hung up the phone, he was silent for a few seconds.

Crash—bang!

The phone was thrown to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The bodyguards outside stood straight, not daring to make a sound.

"Owen!"

Owen hurriedly entered: "Third Master, I’m here, I’m here, did something happen?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"The person I asked you to investigate back then?"

Owen was a bit bewildered, thin beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, quickly raising a hand to wipe them away: "Back then all signs pointed to Miss Tanner... I..."

"Investigate again!"

Owen was shocked, after all, before, Third Master had never doubted.

Jameson’s phoenix eyes were filled with ruthlessness: "Didn’t you hear what I said?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll go investigate right away, Third Master, don’t get angry, take care of your health." Owen nodded repeatedly.

"Get out, and close the door."

"Yes."

The room fell silent...

Jameson leaned on the couch, his limbs weak and numb, his head dizzy.

He knew he was having another episode.

Bipolar disorder, a psychological illness like this, how could it be completely cured?

But he didn’t even have the mood to take medication to control his emotions.

Jodie Tanner was not that girl from the game.

This was his intuition.

Back then, after the suicide attempt, his mind was filled with negativity, and he didn’t even have the thought to verify Jodie’s authenticity.

He trusted Owen because Owen had never made a mistake.

It should be her...

But today, that woman named Tiana Thorne delivered him a fatal blow, his girl, vanished.

Jodie Tanner could never be her.

Jameson lay on the couch, feeling weak for who knows how long, before slowly sitting up.

He rubbed his aching temples, opened his laptop, logged into the game, and pulled up the other party’s game account.

Gone with the years, never a goodnight.

Displaying offline.

She hadn’t logged in for too long, it seemed like after that time, their login times were never synchronized.

Once upon a time, she would call him by his nickname: Belle.

In retrospect, it felt like something from the last century.

Jodie had never called him that, at that time, he had never doubted, he wasn’t willing to doubt a woman who truly cared for him.

Yet, precisely because of this, he missed her.

Missed her.

Beloved Belle~

Belle~

It was as if her voice was still lingering at his ear, sweet, gentle, as if granting him the world’s most beautiful tenderness.

The moment he shut the laptop, he opened his eyes, his pupils filled with murderous intent, the only warmth dissipated without a trace, leaving only endless coldness.

This was a completely different hostility from earlier.