Jason stood in the elevator wondering who the special guest was. The elevator was transparent, and he would see whoever it was before he got to the ground floor. The person was standing facing the wall, but of course, he could point out that figure from a crowd even though he was blindfolded. Once the elevator doors dinged open, Caleb turned around immediately with a subtle smile. His hands were in his pocket as he looked around, fully impressed by the interior of the mansion that could pass for a holiday resort or even a very fancy hotel. "I see that you have done so well for yourself, Jason," Caleb began, his hands still in his pocket as he walked to Jason. "How did you locate this place?" Jason asked, already seething with rage. "Let's just say that it is not so difficult to know where the youngest richest billionaire, and the most eligible bachelor in the state lives," Caleb said. "Who even let you in here?" Jason asked again. "I told them that I am from Klaus, and they let

"It's been a while. I was only waiting for the day that you would rat me out to Klaus," Jason said with a mischievous smile at the corner of his lips. Jasmine strained to hear whatever he was saying over the phone. "I would have loved to continue with this joke but there is a delivery happening tonight," she said to him. His interest spiked up immediately and he looked at Jasmine and signaled her to give him some time. She waved to signal to him that it was fine. "Tell me about it," he instructed her. "It's cocaine. About twenty thousand pounds is being transported tonight, making a ludicrous amount of millions of dollars," she said. She was not done yet. "Klaus cocaine is not an ordinary one. His is a special kind that causes one to be addicted right from the first sniff. If one is not too used to cocaine, it has a high tendency to kill you on the first sniff as well. It leaves you wondering if it is the money that he wants or the blood of his victims. Klaus has been a cunny man sin

Jason's eyes fluttered open when the sun's rays hit his eyes. He tried to sit up but the sharp pain on his arm caused him to fall back on the bed with a loud groan. He kept his eyes open as he tried to remember where he was. He looked at his hand and there was an intravenous infusion attached to it. The site of his injury had already been cleaned up and bandaged properly so that the pain was not as gruesome as he felt before. He was still trying to figure out where he was when the door opened and Jasmine walked in with someone. "You are finally awake," she said, hands akimbo. "How long has it been?" He asked her. "Two days, but the doctor has removed the bullet and you are fine now," she answered him. Jason's eyes widened in shock on hearing that he had been lying in the bed for two days. He quickly fumbled around for his phone in his pocket until he realized that he was not in the same clothes as he wore the night of the shootout. "Did you change my clothes?" He asked her. "Of cour

Jason was nervous as he waited for Klaus in his living room. It was the first time that he was going to see Klaus since the incident, as he had been avoiding him under the guise of having a business meeting. The news of Alex's death had spread like wildfire, but in the end, nobody knew who was behind it. Jason had cleaned up so well after him, and even the surveillance camera could not detect who it was as he was well covered. When Laura had announced the death of Alex to him, he had acted surprised as though he had just heard it for the first time. "At least he got what he deserved." That was the only thing that he said to Laura, and he knew it got her suspicious of him because of the way that Alex was rumored to have died, the same way Abbott had died. Klaus' assistant came out to meet Jason, who sat sipping on a glass of wine. "My master says that you should come into his private chamber," his assistant announced. Jason stood up immediately and followed the manager to meet Klaus.

Jason looked intently at her as he searched for an answer to give to her. He had said that in the spur of the moment, and thinking about it, he meant it to some extent. He was thinking of Jasmine at this point and the things that he had told her about Daphne being a mere distraction to their being together. "Do you love me?" Daphne asked him again with a faint voice, and he looked up at her with a small smile, her hand still wrapped in his. "You gave me my first child, so of course, I love you," he answered her. He did not know if he had given her the answer because he wanted her to feel better, but he did not feel so bad saying something like that to her. She smiled so brightly at him, and it went a long way to display her extent of contentment at his answer. "Have you seen our baby?" She asked him again in a faint voice. "Of course, I have seen him. You gave us a beautiful boy, Daphne. You made me a father and I love you so much for it," he said as he leaned in and kissed her on th