Isabella sighs helplessly at Avery's drama. But doesn't say anything, causing the car to plunge into a heavy silence.However, the silence doesn't last long as Gerald abruptly clears his throat and looks at Isabella through the rearview, asking, "Sis, hope you managed to get that punk to apologize to Mr. Moore.""Oh, dear, I completely forgot something so crucial," Avery gasps, looking alarmed. "That's right, Isabella, did you get him to apologize?"Isabella frowns as she replies, "I couldn't get him to do that. No matter how hard I tried, he adamantly refused. He's incredibly stubborn, and it's maddening.""What?" Avery breaks into a cold sweat. "That jerk," she curses. "What do we do now? We won't stand a chance against Mr. Moore if he comes after us."In an ordinary-looking restaurant, Jordan and Natasha are seated at a table filled with assorted food and wine. Natasha has a smile on her face as she chats with Jordan. Her bandages have been removed, and aside from a few scratches,

"What?""Huh?""She tossed his food to the floor?""That woman is really something! She gets on my nerves!" After a row of sharp gasps, the diners begin babbling, the majority staring at Avery in disgust. If eyes were pistols, she might be dead already.First, she arrived here and made a scene of how the restaurant was too low for her liking and now she suddenly walked up to a young man who was having a nice date with his girl and ruined everything, even going as far as tossing his food to the floor. It's as if she's testing his patience, provoking him to see how he'll react."Jordan, please you can have mine," before Jordan can even react, Natasha whispers and pushes her plate to him. Though there are different delicacies on the table, there are only two plates for each delicacy. Just to curb Jordan's anger as she knows how he can be when angry, she had to sacrifice hers."And who are you to interfere?" Avery, choosing to notice Natasha now, asks coldly."And who are you to question

"How sure are you that Richard isn't apologizing because of me?" Jordan snorts."Enough!" Isabella barks, visibly annoyed. "Even at this moment, you are still trying to blow your weightless weight around. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Such a loser!" She hisses.Jordan shakes his head, not bothering to say anything else. It is clear that no matter what he says, Isabella will never believe him.Seeing this, Richard is shocked. It appears these people don't know Jordan's identity. How can the person who could make Arthur call him and have him apologize as per his request be a mere loser?He glances at the supposed man they think brought him here, his anger shooting up. He doesn't even know this person, how then can he get him to apologize? This idiot is not even worthy to carry his shoe!He is almost pushed to lash out at him, but as he stares into Jordan's eyes, which seem to be telling him to refrain from doing anything stupid, he swallows back his words, lowering his gaze

It's morning, Jordan tosses a few dollar bills to the Uber driver as he pulls over in front of the company and alights, shutting the door behind him. He starts walking into the company, but suddenly, there's a screeching noise, and then a collision occurs."You, foolish, driver, are you so drunk that you couldn't see our car?!" Almost immediately, a young woman clad in luxurious attire drops from one of the cars, and rushes over to the other car, hitting on the glass of the driver and barking.She's still at this when the driver's door of the car she came out from, swings open, and a young lady, who appears to be of the same age as Isabella, descends and without much exchange, joins her in verbally abusing and berating the driver. But no matter how much they shout and yell, the driver of the car doesn't open his glass, let alone open the door. Guess he is well aware that with the way they are going, if he alights, they might actually jump on him and scratch him to death with their lo

"Jordan!" Natasha exclaims with a sense of relief, feeling like she's found her savior. Without hesitation, she rushes over to him. "Jordan, you're here!" She grins broadly, her sad face suddenly radiating with happiness.Jordan reciprocates the smile as he assesses the lady in front of him, ensuring she hasn't suffered any injuries. "I just hit my head, but I'm fine," seeing this Natasha quickly assures him, her face flushing a deep shade of red, and her stomach fluttering. Jordan's gaze does to her things she has no words to describe.After confirming that Natasha is truly fine just as she said she is, Jordan turns his attention to the taxi driver. "Sir, are you alright?""Just a superficial wound, but yes, I'm alright," the driver replies, smiling slightly."You, who are you? And what did you mean by what you said to me?" Not being able to tolerate Jordan's actions anymore as she finds them irksome, Layla asks sharply."You don't need to concern yourself with who I am," Jordan re