He wanted to wipe the smug smirk of five foot seven'a stupid face. He was irritated by the food in front of him, now having this annoying chipmunk sit beside him was just aggravating it. “What if I don't want to chat?”“That'd be you asking for problem rude boy.” five foot seven chuckled and lifted his body off his elbow he was resting on them turned his head slightly behind him. Soon they were joined by three other men who filled up the space on the other side of the bench, that is across 5ft 7 and the guy. “Rude boy” didn't lift his head as he stared at them though his lashes while his hand worked to cut a piece out of his bread. He knew what was happening, he was being cornered and it would be foolish to try to take on all of them. The tattooed guy with the brushable lowcut may be shorter than he was but his friends weren't. They were about his height and packed some good muscle. However, he wondered how 5ft 7 was able to make men who appeared stronger than he was his friend.“Wh

The three developers stared at a copy of the contract given to them. They've been doing so for seconds that crawled so slowly it felt like several minutes had passed. The tension in the room could be felt like a dampened cloak on ones shoulders. Isabel couldn't blame them. She wouldn't sign the contract so easily if she were them. To sign away a decade of your life slaving away for others was no easy feat. A decade was enough for start-up companies to make progress and shoot through the roof in growth. This contract was stripping them off the chance. The business world is really like an ocean. Small fishes get eaten by bigger fishes. “What's taking you so long?” Her father snapped at the young men impatiently. “If you're finding it difficult to sign the contract, then why don't you think of it this way? You have two options—” her father gesticulated with his hands. He stretched the right one a bit forward. “One, you work for us for ten years while still breathing nature's fresh air

“I promise to everything to get them back. I'm sure there's a way to give them a better offer.” Luka leaned forward, the look in his eyes eager to prove. Ruby sighed. “Forget it Luka. They didn't pick your calls. They are clearly not longer interested in whatver you have to offer.”“I'm yet to offer you!” Luka blurted. “Excuse me?” Ruby's offended tone and sharp curve if she eyebrows was enough to tell him his sentence arrangement was implying the wrong thing. “I mean, I'm yet to tell them that someone is important and as sure-proof as you are was coming in board to invest. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to be affiliated with the very top financial company in the state because that'll boost heir market value.” Luka explained. “I sincerely think it's a waste of time.”“It's not!” Luka's tone was jarringly sharp it caused Ruby to jump in her seat. He cleared his throat, exhaled slowly and relaxed. “Look, all I'm asking is that you give me time before you pull out. At least, let me fi

“Then I can really retire but I won't be some oldie sitting gmdoing nothing. I'll have listening ears to tell all my stores to…”Ruby's father was still talking about the need for her to get married. They were heading to a photo studio to take a family picture together like they do once or twice a year for themselves and for publicity. Her grandpa was big on this sort of thing. “Great, that's why you set me up with Vanderbilt's heir.” I reminded him and he looked away. “You sound like I did he wrong thing. Don't blame me. I was only trying to help you. I wouldn't be doing so if my old dear friend's son was still alive. You and Lukyan would have been the best couple.”Ruby shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “Grandpa. Even if Lukyan was alive and we got married, I would have to move to London since that's where he doctors.”“I doubt that. Lukyan was coming to Idaho for business expansion before hat terrible incident. His father wanted to expand Belinsky by building a restaurant with

“You really have to explain to me what is actually going on!” The harsh tone of her voice arrived before she did, announcing her presence. Tony waited until she was right in front of him before lifting his body into an upright sitting position. He groaned as his left shoulder throbbed painfully with the movement. “Can you not use that tone with me?”Jenner pursed her lips and took a moment to breathe before smoothing the sides of her hair that was now a mess of a ponytail with stray hairs pointing every which way. “I really don't understand you Tony. It's harder to beat up someone till they can't fight anymore than it is to kill them.” Jenner complained and watched as Tony winced in pain. They were at the back of a cathedral that had stone mounted at the side of its backyards. “I know that. Thanks anyways.” Tony got up and was about to move.“That's it?” Jenner stepped in front of him, blocking his path. She licked her lips, one side was bruised. “I need an explanation. Why did y