Storm stopped the car outside Château de Selene. Pulling out a foldable wheelchair from the boot, he opened the passenger seat door and helped Jay into the wheelchair. Château de Selene was the largest building within Tourmaline Estate, designed to look like luxurious French buildings. Within it held thousands of guards and five to six hundred nannies and servants alike. The place was an embodiment of wealth. Every movement made since the second Storm pushed Jay through Château de Selene’s garden entrance was watched by the castle’s surveillance system. Xavier, the grand old master’s personal butler, approached the duo and welcomed Jay courteously. “The grand old master is waiting for you at the Atrium Garden, Young Master Jay.” Jay replied in a deep tone, “Lead the way.” The butler brought both Jay and Storm to the Atrium Garden where Grand Old Master Ares was currently lying on a rattan chair, basking in the warmth of the sun. Well-trimmed hedges surrounded the entire g
Despite it being an investigative question, Jay’s tone was resolute. “I used to wonder why you suddenly transferred the stocks in my name to Jack Ares, Grandfather, but I think I understand now.” Jay scoffed mockingly at himself. “I’ve been but a chess piece on your board ever since my birth. You wish to control me, allowing me to grow in power but only to the degree of which you permit. You’d never allow me more because you’re afraid. What if I manage to overpower you? What if I overturn this kingdom of business you’ve created?“But above all, you fear that with my newfound power, I’ll manage to find out the dirt you’ve hidden away. What if I refuse to join you in this dirt you’ve created? You’re afraid, for I may destroy your Tourmaline Estate. You’re terrified that I’ll end up destroying the Ares family. Correct?” The grand old master stared stoically at Jay. The rigidity of his expression hid away any hint of his emotions. “You’re a monster,” Jay stated, “But what was it
After the outburst with the grand old master, Jay no longer found Tourmaline Estate worth staying at. He returned to Garden Of A Diary with his three children in tow. That night, he locked himself away drawing in the study. The next morning, Storm found him asleep in the wheelchair as he called the other to eat.The ground around Jay was covered with artworks, each a portrait of Angeline Severe. Storm picked them up and placed them gently on the study table. The children took breakfast to stare inquisitively at their daddy. They felt that their daddy had for some reason reverted to his icy indifference. “Where’s Miss care worker, Daddy?” Baby Robbie asked curiously. “She’s been fired. She won’t be coming back again,” Jay replied calmly. Jenson’s hands paused mid-cut, and the corners of his eyes reddened slightly. “Where is she, Daddy?” “I don’t know,” Jay replied. Jenson flung the knife and fork in his hands away. “I’m full.” Understanding that Jenson was throwin
Angeline suddenly huffed and stomped her way toward Jay. She placed a hand on the car window. At the click of the door, Jay’s expression shifted. The next moment, Angeline had removed the door of his car. Jay’s eyes widened. This girl! The wind blew into the car, and Jay felt his blood freeze with every gush of cold air. Stunned, he stared at Angeline. “What do you want?” he asked impatiently. Angeline’s gaze was filled with hostility. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “There’s not much for us to talk about.” His indifferent attitude had Angeline instantly wheezing for breath. Sucking in a cold harsh breath, Angeline’s bloodshot eyes stared intently at his as she interrogated, “Very well. All you have to do is answer three of my questions. If I’m satisfied with the answers, whatever between us ends here.” “Ask away!” Angeline asked, “You said you’d love me forever. Is the claim still valid?” Jay, “...” Angeline smiled wistfully. “You said that as husband and w
Jay took the elevator from the basement straight to the ninth floor. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he stared at Grand Asia’s entrance below. The group of people was still there, which meant so was Angeline. Jay frowned. Their words were sharp and difficult to hear. He wished that Angeline would leave soon before her self-confidence got beaten up by their criticisms. Angeline stood at Grand Asia’s entrance like an abandoned doll. She stood blankly, soulless and calm. After a long while... The group of people finally scattered, and Angeline left Grand Asia while feeling disheartened. Tugging hard on the tie that closed on him like shackles, Jay felt himself finally able to breathe. He flipped open the document only to realize his mind was filled with Angeline’s begrudging expression. Unable to concentrate, he snapped the file close and leaned against the back of his wheelchair with a frustrated shout, “Grayson.”Grayson entered the room in agitation. “Is there an
Setting his eyes on the feminine aura that surrounded Grayson, Finn could not help but spit out the tea he had just sipped. “Since when did you prefer such a style, Mr. Gray?” Finn asked as goosebumps rose all over his body. “Am I pretty, Finn?” Grayson shot him a flirtatious look. Finn gulped and nodded. “Very pretty.” Grayson asked, “Do you like me this way?” Finn was about to shake his head but ended up nodding anyway as he did not want Grayson to feel disappointed. Grayson clapped his hands. “You like it a lot, don’t you? That’s great. You’re crossdressing to work from tomorrow onward.” Finn gaped.Grayson was lost in his world. “I can imagine you in feminine clothing–Soft, but with a subtle strength underneath. I suppose you would rival Angeline Severe. Not to mention the president had kissed you before when you were young, which means he wouldn’t find you repulsive. Plus, you would never swoon for the president. This is an exceptional idea.” Finn finally understo
It was as if Angeline had vanished off the earth for the next couple of days, not bothering Jay at all. Jay felt himself grow inexplicably frustrated. He could not help but think that his ruthlessness had completely hurt her heart and she had lost all hope in him. With his phone on the desk, he would check it from time to time. There had yet to be a text or call at all. “What are you doing, Angeline? Are you missing me like how I’m missing you now?” Jay sighed deeply and leaned his head back onto the wheelchair, his brows tightly furrowed. At the rented apartment. Angeline lay on the bed. She had neither eaten nor drunk anything for the past two days. Josie felt her heart clench in pain as she stared at Angeline who was on a hunger strike. “At least drink some water, Sis Angeline. It’s not like my brother would know that you’re torturing yourself.” Josephine sat at the edge of the bed, hugging both her legs to her chest and stuttering, “Why do we have to hurt ourselves
“Forget it.” Grayson froze as his gaze fell on the phone the president placed on the table. He could not help but chuckle at Angeline’s posed image. It was a well-known fact that the missus liked to play pranks, but it was still too cruel for her to threaten the president with a hunger strike and suicide. Despite knowing that Angeline was intentionally trying to provoke him, her sunken appearance in the picture was real. As was the fact that she was not living well. Truly worried about Angeline’s condition, Jay decided to dial for Zayne. “Go visit your sister, Zayne. She lives on the left edge of the riverbank.” Zayne refused. “Why don’t you go yourself?” He must have seen Josephine’s Moments too. Knowing that Josephine was living with Angeline, Zayne could not bring himself to visit his sister since he dared not see Josephine. “That’s your sister,” Jay refuted frustratedly. “That’s your wife,” Zayne retorted.Despite both of them worried about the girls, the two