Chapter 61Susan couldn't keep up with the heated agreement anymore and rushed out of the house to her car, where she ordered her PA to drive. She couldn't help but think of her parents words; it shows how disappointed and angry they were. But it wasn't also her fault if they hadn't pressured her to get married; she started regretting every part of it. If she had known, she would have treated him better and would have fought her parents for him. And now she's the one paying for everything. He wished Stephen could forgive her, with a hint of hope lingering through her thoughts, but it wasn't as easy as it sounds. It's been almost a month since she's been with him, but there's nothing she did that impressed him; rather, he only finds everything annoying that he didn't even sleep in the same room with her.Arriving at Logan's Mansion. "Maam, we are here." Her PA announced, but she was deep into her thoughts. "Maam, we are here at Logan's Mansion." He announced again, bringing her out of

Chapter 63 Stephen POV I glanced at Nathan, frustration evident in on my face. The way he nonchalantly handled the situation was starting to give me a pounding headache. It baffled me how he could take this whole thing so lightly. After all, he had cheated on Nathalie, and now she was expected to spend an entire year with him. It didn't make any sense to me how she could possibly stay with someone who betrayed her trust so deeply. I couldn't help but conjure up the thought that the guy must have threatened her somehow, persuading her to endure this painful arrangement. Nathalie had confided in me, expressing her conviction that she was completely done with him. Hoping for any small favor, I mustered the courage to make a request. Nathan straightened himself up, shifting closer to me with a self-assured smirk on his face. "Can I asked for a favor?" He asked. "What do you need, boss man?" he asked, seemingly unfazed by the weight of the situation. "Could you please call Nathalie? I

Chapter 65"Sir, the given time Is too limited. There's no way I can get her out. We both know Susan and Mr. Clinton. They are very dangerous. Just promise to protect me, and I will make that happen." His conceded nervousness laced in his words as he tried to maintain his professional demeanor, causing an outburst from Stephen."Why are you suddenly afraid of Mr. Clinton? Didn't you realize that when you were sleeping around with her daughter in the bathroom?" He asked, his unraveling anger taking the better of him."I am sorry, sir; I will do something about it. I will leave now" he said, his voice breaking as he made his way out."Stop," Stephen Shouted, uneased by the situation, trying to reconsider his offer. If he's to think about it, how will it be possible for him to get rid of Susan when his father is involved? But he needed to take action, and if it means conjuring with him, maybe that will be the right decision for now."What type of protection do you need?" he mentioned, "b

Stephen paused for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob of his office. With a sense of determination, he turned towards the cops,who were standing just outside. The heavy office door swung open, revealing the glimpse of Stephen's office interior. "I'll join you guys soon," Stephen stated, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. As he stepped back into his office, his gaze met Nathan's, who stood there with a troubled expression. Nathan found himself compelled to speak up, his voice sincere but hesitant. "Mr. Chairman, I'm sorry for asking this question, but I don't have a choice. I must ask," Nathan began, his tone respectful yet tinged with apprehension. Stephen acknowledged Nathan's hesitation with a slight nod, his eyes encouraging Nathan to proceed. "What exactly is Mr. Arbert's offense?" Nathan asked, his words poised delicately, balancing between respect and curiosity."He is a traitor, giving out information to Mr. Clinton," Stephen responded, his tone laced with frustra

Chapter 69Stephen pov"What are you going to do?" I asked with a smirk, my gaze fixed on him skeptically. "I have some records that can prove you aren't the owner of the child, just get me out of here please," he says urgently, desperation tinting his words. A disbelieving scoff escaped my lips at his sudden plea. Doubt filled me as I considered his proposal. "How can I trust you?" I asked, my smirk widening in a mix of amusement and suspicion."If I don't give you what I promised, arrest me again," he says, his voice laced with determination. I nod my head, acknowledging his words. I know there's nowhere he can escape to, our surveillance has eyes everywhere. "Fine, please release him," I say to the police chief, my tone firm yet accommodating. The police chief quickly nods his head in agreement, understanding the urgency of the situation. "One more thing, sir," he says, his voice now filled with a mixture of gratitude and desperation, before falling to his knees."I need work.