Dangerous Arrangement

Jasmine pondered for a moment at the scattering of shards on the floor, the result of her careless hand not nudging the glass. She raised her gaze slowly, finding one of the men already standing directly in front of her. The man's presence asserted authority, while the other burly figure remained in place as if to show who their leader was."What do you want?" cried Jasmine with her hands clenched into fists, trying not to be afraid to face the men alone."Tell me your name," said the man Jasmine believed to be the leader. His eyes looked sharp and his tone was threatening.Jasmine didn't want to talk about herself to the stranger who had barged into her house, so she didn't answer.Jasmine's uncompromising attitude only made the man smirk, then he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. While time passed, he smoked quietly in front of the woman who looked at him with a disapproving expression."It's that simple, can't say it?"The bespectacled man suddenly stepped i

Jasmine looked around and was surprised to see Mr. Hawthorne lying beside her. Her desire to not let sleepiness take over had now turned into regret. Annoyingly, her carelessness had led them both to the same bed.Just as Jasmine was about to get out of bed, her hand was suddenly grabbed by Mr. Hawthorne who was awakened by her movement. Although Jasmine tried to break free, her rebellion meant nothing to Mr. Hawthorne who held her hand tightly.Mr. Hawthorne cast a brief glance at the digital clock on his nightstand, then said, "It's seven in the morning, and it's far too early for you to resume your power games.""What are you talking about? Let go of my hand!" growled Jasmine.Mr. Hawthorne grinned, mocking, "Where do you think you can run to? Do you want to jump off this building again? Your death will have no effect on my life."With fiery eyes, Jasmine challenged, "I know that you have power and can do anything, but there is one thing that you will never have, and that is me. I'

Mr. Hawthorne deftly opened the door as soon as he heard the bell ring. A food courier arrived, delivering the order his secretary had arranged, then politely withdrew. He neatly arranged the dishes on plates and took them upstairs.He intentionally left Jasmine alone to rest while he busied himself downstairs. When he returned to the room, he unexpectedly found Jasmine sleeping restlessly, her face drenched in sweat to a worrying extent.He quickly placed the food on the table and sat at the edge of the bed to check on Jasmine. His face showed surprise as he felt her burning forehead. “Miss Everhart, can you hear me?”Jasmine didn’t respond.“Miss Everhart,” he called again, concerned. “You need to wake up and take your medicine.”Mr. Hawthorne propped Jasmine up against the headboard, using a pillow for support. Although she briefly opened her eyes, Jasmine soon closed them again.“You just need to open your mouth and chew the food I’ll feed you. Okay?”Mr. Hawthorne spooned some ch

A luxurious black sedan glided toward Kins Enterprises. The car door opened slowly, drawing everyone’s attention. The person who always caused a stir was Kinsley Hawthorne. His loyal secretary, Theodore Bennett, had been waiting patiently in the lobby for a few minutes and immediately fell in step with him as they walked to the executive office. The serious expressions on their faces were unaffected by the smiles of the people they passed, as if an invisible wall had suddenly appeared, separating them from the world around them. “Welcome back, Mr. Hawthorne.” “How about the latest sales data I asked for, Ted?” “Sales are increasing, but there are a few areas that need more attention.” “Give me a detailed report when we get to my office.” “Of course, Mr. Hawthorne. I’ve also scheduled a meeting with the product development team for tomorrow.” “Check the contracts of our potential partners too. We need to make sure everything is on schedule. Then, prepare the latest financial rep

Bathing in the middle of the night, something that had never been a habit of his, was what Mr. Hawthorne resorted to in an attempt to clear his mind. He closed his eyes as he slicked his wet hair back. Reaching for the shampoo bottle, a strange thought suddenly crossed his mind. The bottle, which should have been heavy, felt significantly lighter, even though he had recently replaced it with a new one. Not wanting to get caught up in trivial matters, Mr. Hawthorne dismissed the odd thought from his mind and quickly continued his bath. But as he stepped out of the bathroom, a growing curiosity tugged at him—he wanted to know what Jasmine was up to when he wasn’t watching. This time, as Mr. Hawthorne approached the sleeping quarters, his expectations were unmet. Jasmine was fast asleep. He stood there for quite a while, watching her, wanting to make sure she wasn’t pretending. The curiosity that consumed him was still unsatisfied, so he decided to shorten the distance between them by