CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-ONE*This is not great news! Instead, this is disastrous news!!*Mr Jordan took his time as he bit from his steak again and chew gently and then reached for the glass of wine to wash it down his throat. Drake was curious to know what great news Mr Jordan may have. He pretended to be too focused on the food before him as he chew the tender fish in his mouth. The savouring sensation of the fish hit him really hard. It was indeed delicious. Abigail is sure a brilliant cook. For some reason, this brought back some memories he shouldn't be remembering at this time. He is dining with his enemies on the same table for fuck sake! His mother, Mary had always been a lover of fish in fact she is the artisan of all every variety of fish you could think of. There's a special way his mother would make the fish that you would always ask for seconds if not for thirds. They usually have fish for dinner and his father had really loved it. The Nostalgia hit him so hard t
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO *Something smells fishy here*"It's been a hectic day, I suppose I will return to my room and rest. Perhaps, he should push for tomorrow or something. Today just isn't right." Janice argued in a calm voice. She is literally fighting the rage brewing inside of her. Her father's brows shot up suspiciously. "Are you feeling sick my love?" She shook her head with a forced smile plastered on gee face like a mask hiding her true intentions. "No, it's just been a long ride. I just got back from Africa, Dad, it's expected I need some time to recover and get accustomed to the environment again." Her father nodded in understanding. "I know, but the poor boy has been dying to see you. The two of you grew up together but didn't really spend much time together. You have always been pushing him away Janice. Give him a chance."Janice couldn't hold the brewing rage inside her any longer. "Give him a chance?! Why should I give him a chance Dad?! I have no
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-THREE*That prick! I'm gonna teach him a lesson*"Finally!!! Did you get my messages?" Janice said breathlessly on the phone clutched to her ear as she paced back and forth in her room in frustration. Hannah sighed deeply before she responded. "Yes. Welcome back dear. I am so sorry, my boss had been bombarding me with so much work lately."She paused and then asked in an alarmed tone. " what has gotten over you? What's going on?" Janice gulped. "That monster has reared its ugly head in my life again!" "Monster? Who?" Janice exhaled in exasperation. "C'mon you know who I'm talking about!" "No, I don't. I'm trying to remember but I can't bring myself to." "Okay..." Janice inhaled deeply and released slowly. "It's Matt," she announced. Hannah arched her brows diametrically as realization hit her. "You mean, Matt Castle... Your father's best friend's son.""Accurate!" Janice sighed deeply as she slumped into her comfy couch. "Oh darn it!" Ro
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR*Perhaps it's about time he trusts him...*"I thought perhaps I should ask you this myself in my daughter's absence." Mr Jordan announced. "What really happened in South Africa?" Mr Jordan whispered, edging closer to the table, his brows scrunching up in concentration. Drake quickly licked his lips as his heart rate quickened. Why is Mr Jordan suddenly asking him this now? Did suspect anything? He had better be very careful. Drake shrugged, feigning confusion. "Like what sir? I don't understand what you mean." Mr Jordan puffed out a deep breath as his gaze flickered to the door, ensuring no one was within earshot. He looked back at Drake with a deep frown marring his brows. "Tell me the truth Mr Hughen. While you were away with my daughter in South Africa, did something happen? Tell me the full truth.please." He entreated. Drake swallowed a lump in his throat. Oh boy! This could get worse if he is not careful. He might be playing right int
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE*Back to Office!*"Good Morning ma and welcome back to London. I hope your trip was seamless?" Sandra greeted her at the door as she arrived. The security guard held out the door for her as Sandra helped her with her handbag. She stepped in majestically, her silky gown twerking as she hunters into her spacious fashion store. All the workers stood up and bowed their heads in respect as she walked past in a confident gait. "Welcome, Ma'am! It's good to have you back!" they chorused. She smiled at them. "Thank you so much." The guard pressed a button on the entrance door to her private office and it automatically the door dinged open, revealing her cozy, airy office. It had a wide view of the roadside and a double room: one for her serious work mode and her private study. She slumped into her office couch, puffing out a deep sigh and flexing her legs. "Do you mind anything ma'am perhaps water or your favorite orange juice?" Sandra asked as she
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-SIX*She absolutely wants nothing to do with him!*What the fuck does Matt want with her?! He had the balls to show up at her store?! The effrontery?! Why won't he just leave her alone for heaven's sake?! That's why she has to block off his number from her call list so that he won't be able to reach her again. He probably tried her number several times and decided to show up at her store, hoping she will be available. If she isn't home, she is either in the office or at St Lauren's. Matt must have known that. She may probably pick out a more private and low-key area for her next date with Hannah. She can't risk running into Matt at the tea shop-she might cause a scene. Or even a relationship scandal which is the last thing she wants right now. And besides, she would rather shove a needle in her eyes than be associated with that jerk! She absolutely wants nothing to do with him! Buy Matt is not the person that will take a No for an answer. He won'
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN*Downtown*She dialled her friend's number hastily. The phone rang for a while before the receiver finally picked up. "Hannah!" Janice said quickly. "There might be a snag." "A snag? What is it, Jane?" Hannah's calm collected voice vibrated through the phone. Janice drew in several deep breaths and released them. "I will tell you more when we see. In the meantime, I call to inform you that there's been a change to our location. ""A change? Why? What's going on Jane?" Her voice sounded worried. Janice's eyes flickered to the wall clock on the wall. The time was 1:15 pm.Good. She got forty-five minutes until the proposed meeting with her workers for the planning of the big fashion runway coming up this fall. "I'm okay, Hannah at least I will be when this stupid matt quit making my life a living hell than it already is." she puffed out a frustrated sigh. "What did he do again?!" Hannah inquired sharply. "He showed up to my office looking
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT*Matt Castle*"I still can't reach her! I think she is hiding from me." Matt Castle puffed out a deep sigh as he stood by the window of the living room. He peeked at his phone again and tossed it across the couch angrily, running a frantic hand through his thick long blonde curls. He was very tall and a bit brawny with long hands. He paced the room back and forth in frustration. "What did I do wrong this time father?!" His father was lounging on the loveseat across the room. He shook his head and set down the glass of wine he was drinking on the table beside him and rose to his feet. He walked up to his son and clutched his shoulders and smiled at him. "You did absolutely nothing wrong, my son. You are a fine young man. You are successful, smart, sophisticated and daring. I love that about you son. You picked up from me very well and follow in my footsteps. I am proud of you. I'm sure many women want you for their wife but I understand that