Jeremy felt stupid for trying to manipulate her this way along with the sadness he felt to see her hate-filled eyes.He decided it would be best for him to be straightforward. But he wondered if she'd believe him if he said that Millman might be responsible for hiring a gang to kill her. He decided to give it a try."Did you eat anything?" he asked, getting her hands off his collar. He knew she didn't eat anything in the morning.Noticing her wince a little he remembered the would in her hand and checked it. It hasn't healed in entirety, but it looked good.He could only feel sorry for her. His wound in the chest has already formed a scab and healed, but her wound still is not healed.Why would she hurt herself like this?"I'll get something once I-""Get in. Eat first. I'll go with you." He said and pointed at the door.Jacques didn't know what she should do. She definitely didn't want to go with him. and he was not meeting her eyes and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking."
"I can't wait for long," Jeremy tapped his fingers on the receptionist's desk.The woman who seemed to be in her early twenties looked at him hiding her contempt. Surely her boss is not someone who considers meeting with someone wearing a flannel shirt and jeans a priority. He even drove a broken truck here.Is he some kind of beggar?"Sir, please wait for one more minute. I haven't gotten a reply from Mr.Millman's office yet," she said with her business smile."Sweetie, you've said that for the past five minutes. Now, call him directly," he wasn't willing to move."Sir, we have to follow our procedures. I cannot call our CEO directly," she said politely and picked up the receiver of the phone that rang."I don't have time for all your procedures," Jeremy pulled the receiver from her hand. "Get David on the line. Tell him Jacques Hopkins' husband wants to meet with him. The name is Jeremy Fitzgerald."The receptionist was startled by the crude behavior of the guy and called for securi
Hearing some scratching noise, Jacques looked at her bedroom door. She figured it must be the dog and decided to open it."In the end, you succeeded in becoming one of us..."David Millman said and Jacques's hand that reached to the doorknob paused."You aimed for my son but failed. And now you climbed much higher in the ladder... getting a Fitzgerald!" he snorted and Jacques's eyebrows twitched out of anger.What in the everloving hell! What is this fresh bullsh!t this guy is spouting! He is suggesting that I am a social climber? And when did I ever aim for that methhead son of his? I wanted him to get arrested!"Since that is the case, settle my severance paycheck immediately."Although she wanted to speak more, she ended the call. Her chest heaved up and down with anger.How dare he call me a social climber? Did I even want this? I always tried to stay away from the millionaires and billionaires. I love money, but I know too much of it brings trouble. I know I will be happy as an u
"And here I thought you came to meet me..." Mikhail stood up and walked to the table. He opened the box and checked the different glassware in them one by one."You look impressed," Jeremy's lips curved up. He could see the admiration in his eyes for the glasses.Of course, my wife's company makes the best glassware. I knew it!Jeremy was a little nervous if someone like Mikhail, who grew up in luxury and has seen every best thing there is in the world, will be as impressed as he was when he first saw the glassware."I am impressed!" Mikhail checked them one by one. "The clarity, weight, thickness...they are perfect. And wow! This bowl is engraved and etched! The designs...We have engraved glassware like these in our ancestral home..." Mikhail was very impressed.Jeremy paused hearing the distinct sound of leather bottom shoes and a walking cane on the hardwood floor."Oh no, he isn't here, is he?" Jeremy's face paled."Oh yes, grandpapa said he'd be here at this time," Mikhail chuckl
Jacques watched the two dogs eating from their bowls. She figured why the two bowls were kept apart. These two are extremely hungry dogs and liked to steal the other's food resulting in fights.From the bowls, she learned the names of the dogs. The bigger one was called Duke and the younger one was Earl."Earl, no!" She stopped the dog from getting close to Duke's bowl for the ninth time. The younger one was naughtier and more fearless than Duke.Although these two acted like goofy buffoons, she could see they are extremely intelligent and very friendly. She was ashamed of getting scared of them the first time around.Earl was with her the whole time and then brought her to the kitchen when he got hungry. He knew where the food was kept and in his own way asked Jacques to let Duke in.It was amazing how that dog could convey what he wanted in a way she understands.She wondered how the other dogs would be fed and opened the door to have a look. She met eyes with a big guy holding a bi
Jeremy tried to find the towel, but his brain shut up and he forgot where he kept it. He is someone who prefers to air dry since he lives alone. If he walks to the kitchen, has a beer, and gets back to his room, he'd be dry.Where do I keep my towels?Her broken voice made him pause his search and he looked at her. She looked terrible would be an understatement to describe her condition."Uncle Pat... heart attack. Aunt Becky called... I..."Jacques couldn't even finish her sentences as she was holding back her sobs. When she almost lost all confidence thinking that she might end up in prison, contemplating if she should consult a lawyer before she takes the next step, she received a call from Aunt Becky and she didn't know what to do.Jeremy took a deep breath. He knew how much she loved Patrick Davis and it would be devastating for her."Which hospital?" he asked and she stared blankly at him. "Jacques?""I don't know... she called for an ambulance and... St.Bart maybe? I'll...""It
"What are you doing here, grandpa?" Jeremy asked and Jacques turned away."Why can't I be here? Do you own this place?" The old man's voice was haughty. Jacques decided to leave since he has nothing to do with her.As she took a step forward, the cane suddenly was thrust in front of her legs. If she wasn't quick on her feet, she'd have fallen face-first on the floor.She knitted her brows and looked at the old man and he scoffed."Is she your wife?" Alexander Volkonsky asked Jeremy while patting Jacques's knees with his cane. Jacques took a sidestep to avoid his cane and he stared at her from top to bottom."She's pretty. It's probably her genes," with a nod he looked at Jeremy, "And aren't you two made for each other? Both of you dress like a bum," he said and waved his walking stick. "Step aside, bum. I have to meet my good old friend.""Which friend, grandpa?" Jeremy walked with the old man while he tried to push him away.Jacques shrugged and looked at herself. She was wearing her
"I am fine..." Jacques moved aside since getting away from his hand. She thought he'd be angry for walking out alone and dragging his name creating trouble for his men.Looking in his eyes that seemed a little tired, she didn't find anger no matter how hard she searched."Thank you for helping me out there," she decided to probe to see if he was hiding his anger."Did they approach you or-""No, I thought they were harassing Gina and intervened. Turns out..." she gulped seeing his eyes turning serious. She knew she need not feel guilty for taking a walk, but her heart was pounding."You don't believe me when I say gangs are trying to kill you, do you?" His voice was stern. She gripped the hem of her shirt and twisted it between her fingers as she got nervous.Indeed, she didn't believe him. She knew it was his scare tactic to keep her in line. In fact, the incident before proved she doesn't have a hit on her. Those guys didn't even know her. If she walked past them, no one would have