Kyros watched Jordan going through a document. From his perspective, all he could see were the latter's slightly long bangs in his face. "He said he'll return to celebrate the day the Northwood Corporation declares bankruptcy."Jordan turned a page."Is he in a remote location? Why haven't I been able to contact him?""Yeah," Kyros responded perfunctorily. Then, he reached for a medicine bottle from the drawer."Have you taken your medicine, Jordan?""I have."Kyros didn't bother to verify it this time and tossed the bottle back into the drawer. That was when the secretary arrived with desserts. So, he ate it. He looked to be in bliss the moment the cake was in his mouth. He resembled a fox savoring a divine delicacy.Jordan remained busy throughout the entire process. He was either going through documents, holding meetings, or making phone calls. Kyros propped his chin up as he watched him with bright eyes.Kyros didn't stay long and soon left. The moment he was gone, Jord
There was silence on the other end for a moment before Paul's gentle voice came through. It was clear he was smiling."Yes. Do you like them?"Calista stared at the bags of maternity products and felt a headache set in. She rubbed her temples."Paul, I don't need maternity goods. Please return them.""It'll be useful sooner than you realize. You're working at the Northwood Corporation now. You probably won't have time to pick these out yourself." Paul seemed to be busy. There was the occasional sound of papers flipping in the background."Plus, it's not easy to return those once they've been bought. Just keep them; you'll have to buy them eventually. If you feel bad about it, I'll be attending a banquet in a few days. I picked out a few outfits, but I can't decide on which one to go with. You can help me choose something.""Paul, I'm not pregnant. I don't need any of this."The false pregnancy was a cover-up to keep the ill-intentioned sleazeballs at the Northwood Corporation
Yara was at a loss for words. She had shot herself in the foot. She didn't think her luck would be quite so rotten.She awkwardly reached for her cup to take a sip of water. That was when Timothy began to speak. "I don't have an ex-girlfriend. I was never cheated on. I've never gifted anyone a car as a wedding gift. And, I've never owned a dog."Yara might not have believed him if he were any other man. But, if the words were coming from Timothy, it was true.He didn't seem like someone who would get himself a girlfriend. Who could tolerate dating a man who was always so elusive?"So, when are we going to register our marriage?"Yara spat out the water she was drinking.Droplets trickled down the man's handsome face and rolled along the back of the chair. She hurriedly reached out to catch the water droplets that were dripping from his jaw.She also attempted to help him wipe his face. Halfway through, she realized her hands weren't enough. She needed a napkin. It prompted her
Calista was about to ask when she had donated her clothes when she remembered that Paul had donated a pile of items under her name.It seemed there were several large bags of clothes among them."How did you know I donated clothes?"Paul never liked to show off. Although the items were expensive, they were donated to impoverished areas in the mountains.The unit price was far less substantial compared to the number of pieces being donated.Compared to the donations that involved a few large trucks, such a minuscule amount was hardly enough to draw any attention."Tongues tend to wag," Jordan replied ambiguously."Can't you use those items? Why donate them?"Jordan was currently in a competitive strife against the Northwood Corporation. There was no way Calista could tell him about her fake pregnancy.She also wasn't very familiar with the business arena. She couldn't be certain there weren't going to be consequences if she revealed the truth."Paul bought far too much. I can'
The pungent liquid slid down his throat, seared its way to his stomach, and surged through his limbs. Jordan felt his body heating up. A faint flush appeared on his face."You have impressive alcohol tolerance, Mr. Lancaster," David said.He picked up the wine bottle and poured more for Jordan. David lavished him with praise like it cost him nothing.Phrases like "young and promising", "future leader of the Capeton business scene", and "pride of the Lancaster family" flowed effortlessly from his lips.Jordan was more than familiar with the flattery. He stared at David indifferently. No matter how much he praised him, Jordan had no intention of drinking at all. "I wish you success in all your endeavors and that your desires are fulfilled soon," David said.He then threw a look at Calista.Jordan felt frustrated. He hadn't been gone long. Yet, David was encouraging other men to court Calista. What did he mean by having his "desires" fulfilled?But, if Jordan refused the toast,
"Undress and I'll kiss you," Calista said dismissively.If Jordan was Lucian, she'd kiss him. If he wasn't, she'd throw him out. Jordan pursed his lips."No. You're lying. If you won't kiss me, it proves you're not my girlfriend."She smiled and spoke in a gentle tone. When faced with his sincere gaze, she felt like the big bad wolf with ill intentions."I am your girlfriend …""Wait," Jordan suddenly interrupted her.His expression turned serious. He activated the recording function on his phone."Repeat what you just said."Calista was at a loss for words. He had successfully drained her of her patience. She stopped trying to bargain with him and immediately reached for his pants.In her haste, she accidentally lifted his shirt. Despite already being aware of his injuries, she wasn't expecting it to be this bad.Calista's shaky hands reached out to the fresh wounds. She could feel him squirm as her fingertips brushed against his uneven skin. "How did these injuries happen
Jordan's body clock woke him up at five in the morning. When he opened his eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings instantly put him on guard.Memories of what happened last night came flooding back. That was when he realized where he was. The ceiling was dimly lit by the light of dawn. The silence in the room was deafening.He turned his head toward the bedroom; the door was still closed. Calista was sleeping just a door away. Even though he couldn't see or touch her, the distance was enough to satisfy him.Jordan got up from the couch after a while. He went downstairs and immediately spotted the familiar car parked by the road.The driver stood next to the car. Upon seeing Jordan, he hastily opened the car door. "Mr. Lancaster."Jordan frowned."Why are you here?"He hadn't called the driver to pick him up. The driver's gaze turned to the car. The hesitation was clear on his face.Without the need for further explanation, Jordan already knew what was going on. He approached the v
Kyros stared at his phone. He imagined a scenario where Jordan called to question him after seeing the photos.The more he thought about it, the better he felt. A satisfied smile bloomed on his grim visage. However, the message seemed to vanish without causing a single reaction.There was a cold glint in his eyes as he stared at Calista's stunned expression in the photo. He lightly traced his finger over her neck."Annoying."With his lips slightly curled and his jaw lifted in arrogance, he appeared provocative; a far cry from the innocent demeanor he had displayed in front of Calista.He hailed a cab and headed straight to the Lancaster Group. The assistant, aware of Kyros' relationship with Jordan, didn't stop him. He instead went to knock on the door before Kyros could push it open.Kyros paused. He turned to the assistant standing nervously next to him and smiled."Are you my brother's new assistant?""Yes."He wasn't part of the president's secretarial department. Jordan