"I asked you a question, or do you want me to repeat myself?" Jordan asks indifferently, ignoring Benjamin's reaction and question."Uhm," sudden large beads of sweat form on Benjamin's forehead, trickling down his cheeks, all the way to the floor. Who would have guessed that the young man he hired a few days ago and was treating any way he pleased would end up being his boss?At this unbelievable realization that feels like something out of a movie, he is suddenly flooded with flashbacks of Jordan's previous behaviors and he can't help but realize what a fool he had been. Although, considering Jordan's extraordinary ability at keeping a low profile, he wouldn't have been able to deduce his true identity, at the very least, he would have figured out that he was someone of significance.All the signs had been there, but he had chosen to overlook them because he never thought Jordan could be anyone of significance. First, there was the fact that Arthur had personally submitted Jordan's a

"Not bad," Jordan nonchalantly shrugs, not giving Benjamin the leisure to think that they are now on good terms or whatever it is he must be thinking. "But it's not sufficient."Benjamin's grin instantly disappears. "But...""I know what you did and what I said," Jordan abruptly cuts him off."Chairman," Benjamin sucks his teeth, sadness clouding his expression. He had put in his best performance just to please Jordan, but now Jordan claims he had not done enough. What more could he do?"Alright," he sighs deeply, asking sullenly, "What else do I need to do, Chairman?""For now, nothing more," Jordan replies, "but understand that after your just concluded performance, you've become a valuable asset to that man so you must remain at the peak of your acting abilities at all times. And let me make this clear: if you ever entertain the thought of betraying me, I'll kill you before you know it. You obviously know I don't bluff. From now on, you exist only to serve me. Your life and death is

Outside Majestic Dining Co, after ending her call with Jordan, Maria exhales and wipes her teary eyes. With no other reason to remain and intent on following Jordan's instructions, she turns to leave. However, as she takes a step, she inadvertently bumps into a group of three individuals entering the restaurant. "I'm so...," she starts to apologize but is rendered speechless as she takes a closer look, recognizing two of them to be none other than Isabella's mother, Mrs. Avery Caden, and her brother, Gerald Caden."Maria," recognizing the young lady to be her daughter's secretary, Avery calls, which snaps Maria out of her shocked state. "What are you doing here?" She asks."Uhm," Maria hesitates, biting her lower lip. "I... I..." She trails off."Hmph!" Avery snorts. "Young girls of these days and their secrets," she rolls her eyes, adding, "It's ok if you can't say. Anyway, we came here to dine so we will be on our way." "Okay, Mrs. Caden," Maria replies, breathing a sigh of relief

"No no no, Mr. Moore, that's not it" Isabella shakes her head. "Don't you want to talk? It's simple, I'll be slowly taking a sip while I listen to you. You know, a glass of wine can make a conversation much more enjoyable.""That's true," Richard nods. "Alright then. At least, you should know that if it were drugged or poisoned, I wouldn't be drinking from it." As if to prove his point, he refills his glass and takes another sip. "You see?" He shrugs his shoulders."So as you were saying, Mr. Moore?" Acknowledging his gesture with a light smile, Isabella quickly changes the topic."That's true," Richard relaxes into his couch. "You see, Miss Isabella," he begins, "your company is on the brink of collapse, and it needs a partner like mine to help it rise, even if just a bit. I am willing to collaborate with your company and give it the boost it deserves. But the question now is, do you want that, Miss Isabella?"Isabella's eyes sparkle as she eagerly responds, "Of course, I want it, Mr

Jordan shrugs and turns around."Better don't try to peep," Isabella warns with an eye-roll as she spreads her legs, revealing her pink panties. She gazes at it for a while before gently opening it and carefully looking at her pussy, dipping her finger inside and pushing it into her hole."He really didn't touch me," after the brief self-examination, she sniffles back her tears and wipes them off. "Where is Mr. Moore?" She abruptly asks.Jordan nonchalantly points towards the figure hanging upside down from the ceiling."What?" Isabella is so shocked that she jumps up from the couch, her jaw dropped. "Do you know who he is? How can you beat him up this badly? Do you always have to be so rash?" She yells agitatedly."He was about to rape you, how could I have beaten him?" Jordan narrows his brow. "I had even shown him mercy! Naturally, he should have had his dick and hands cut off.""Ah!" Isabella shrieks, shooting him glare. "Untie him right now and bring him down!" She orders. "You