Layla and the young woman's expressions are sullen and they desire nothing more than to escape this embarrassing situation they found themselves in. But they know better than to try to leave. The young man in front of them is terrifying and they are acutely aware he would never let them go until he had accomplished his goals. So what's the point of trying?With an air of resignation, Layla audibly sucks her teeth, and stands from the ground, brushing the dirt off her clothes and shooting Jordan a glare as she asks coldly, "What is it that you want to say? We're listening!" If her eyes were a pistol, Jordan would have definitely been shot dead on the spot for reducing her to this state and daring to lay hands on her precious cheek, a cheek that had only known gentle caresses throughout her life.A sinister smile tugs at Jordan's lips at Layla's expression. But he pays little heed to it as he states coolly, "My request is quite simple and something I've said before. If you want to leav

Layla is gripped by an overwhelming sense of dread, her heart ricocheting against her chest. The murderous intent emanating from Jordan's eyes is unmistakable. He really has the intention to kill her.But she is still in the bloom of her youth, her life barely beginning, with many dreams left unfulfilled. How can she die?"No," unable to control herself, her legs give way, and she drops to her knees with a resounding thud. She clutches at Jordan's leg, her voice reduced to a helpless whisper. "Please, sir," Layla implores, her eyes filled with desperation. "I'm still so young; I can't bear to die. I beg you to be magnanimous and spare me. I promise you, I'll never dare try to harm your friends or family. I promise."Seeing her usually domineering and proud niece reduced to kneeling and pleading, the young woman is so aggrieved and infuriated. Layla never kneels to anyone, but now she is not only kneeling but also begging. This is such a hard pill to swallow.She sucks her teeth, her f

Jordan's foot halts midair as he turns to look at Natasha. "What?" He raises a brow."Don't kill her. Please," Natasha implores, staring pleadingly at him."And why shouldn't I?" Jordan furrows his brow, struggling to comprehend why Natasha would plead for the life of someone who had ridiculed her and harbored the intention of killing her."Uhm," Natasha sighs heavily, saying, "I know you are doing this to keep me safe, but what about you? If you kill the young Miss, the Cadens will haunt you for the rest of your life and will never stop until they kill you. I know you're not afraid of being haunted, you are not afraid of anything, but how can you ever have peace again? Is killing her really worth sacrificing your peace? Please don't be rash! Please!""Your friend is right, kind sir; it's not really worth it for you to jeopardize your peace just because you want to kill me. And I promise you once again, if you let me off, I'll never seek revenge against you or your friends and family,"

Layla's back prickles and her mouth runs dry. Jordan is just so terrifying in every sense that she can't keep up. And though he sounds calm, the eerieness in his voice is about to make her wet her pants again.The thought that she had even done so before and could still feel the wetness down her legs leaves her flushing red in embarrassment. In the face of Jordan, she feels like a complete mess, an irritating one at that. And to top it off, she can no longer find her voice, as if it was stolen.Fortunately for her, her aunt, who is surprisingly still composed, comes to her rescue, asking Jordan with a slightly raised brow, "Kind sir, how can we ever take your magnanimity for foolishness or bite off more than we can chew?" "Do you really want me to answer that?" Jordan narrows his eyes."Uhm," the young woman takes an unconscious step backward, retorting nervously, "Kind sir, we are merely humans, and we don't know it all. Please kindly tell us what you want us to do to fully regain o

Layla is aggrieved as she takes the phone from Natasha and glances down at the numbers on the screen. All her life, she has always loved to see account numbers, but for the first time, she hates this very account number staring back at her.She had worked tirelessly for everything she owns, and now she is about to part with a heart-wrenching $200,000, handing it over to the other party. Her chest burns, and a sudden headache sets in.Though the phone is in her hand, she can't bring herself to make the transfer. The idea of sending such a substantial sum of money is unbearable. She really can't.She grits her teeth, staring at the numbers gloomily. If only wishes were horses, she would just vanish without a trace. Even for a wealthy lady, $200,000 is really too much for her to give out just like that. Ah! She lets out a depressing sigh."Miss Layla, two minutes have passed, and you still haven't processed the transaction. Could it be that you are reluctant to do it?" Noticing Layla's