Ron’s face held no expression as he watched Jonas and his bodyguards flaunt their weapons and warn him of what was coming.“What is the meaning of this, Jonas?”Jonas squinted at his arrogance, trying to read Ron. He had expected him to start peeing his pants by now. “You meddled in my business and messed with the wrong person. That is what this means.”“I don’t see how I meddled by tagging along with my wife to ensure her safety.”“We all know you belong where the cleaning supplies are stashed in Bella’s home. Chivalry is not meant for low lives like you.” Jonas chuckled, raising his hand to stop the bodyguards from attacking. “Beg me to save you, Ron. Kneel at my feet and admit that you’re nothing but a meddling fool.”“I don’t need you to save me.”Jonas was taken aback, his anger fueled. “These men were trained by Master Un himself. They are unbeatable. Do not be stupid—”“I will kneel before you only when the sun rises in the night.” The corner of Ron’s lip turned up as he mocked

Ron came down early the next morning and busied himself with cleaning the house and cooking. He wanted to make sure there’s a stock of food in the fridge. Today was his day off, according to Ms. Victoria. His work hours during the first week after hiring would be flexible. So he would fix Sena and Bella up now to cope in his absence. He whistled a melody, reaching for the last apple in the fruit bowl on the Island. “Hey! I was just about to eat that, Sena.” She dodged his hand and scurried out of the kitchen with a mischievous smile on her face. Ron sighed, turning the broth on the stove. Bella came down from their bedroom when breakfast was ready and served. She sat at Sena’s side on the table. “I prepared supplements for you so you won’t have to get so exhausted,” Ron said, opening the flask on the table and pouring his wife a glass. “You’re such a dutiful husband, Ron! Everyone will want to be with someone like you.” “I don’t take supplements except ones made and prescribe

"Yes, yes!" Tyler groaned in pain, his skull about to be squashed underneath Ron's boots. "I will delete the video now! I swear on my life—" Ron crouched and roughly held him up by the scruff of his neck. "If I find out that you didn't delete all and eventually, the video you talked about gets leaked, I will hunt you and everything you've ever cared about down." Tyler bobbed his head repeatedly. He was seriously crying and Ron let go of his neck to give him space to make the phone call. His guy on the other end of the line sent screenshots to show that all copies of the video had been deleted. "See. I—I did as you wanted," Tyler stuttered and Ron smiled, patting his hair down. "Yes, good boy." He took out the crumpled placard from his pocket and cancelled the words written on it. Then Ron wrote, "I'm a pervert," handing it over to Tyler. "Broadcast yourself in front of the building's entrance. Remember to raise it high above your head." Ron mock frowned and pulled at the c

Jonas grinned evily at the paper in his hands, but he immediately touched the side of his face, which still hurt from where Ron had repeatedly slapped him. "Ouch," he moaned in pain, and the man with him in the room had to rush and get an ice pack for his cheek. "Use this." "Thank you, Robert." Jonas held the cold compress against his skin, going through the paper again. "Where did you learn this piece of information?" "It was footage from the black box of Bella Humphrey's car. The couple had been arguing and she mentioned it." Jonas threw his head back and laughed, wincing when his cheek hurt again and pressing the cold compress firmly to his face this time. He bobbed his head. “You've done well. The funds will be wired into your account, but first I need you to find me a hit man." Robert snapped his fingers and quickly reached for his tablet on the center table. Handing it over to his boss, he tapped open the gallery. "There are three trusted options on there curated

Ron tripped over something hard and turned on the flashlight of his phone immediately. He cursed under his breath, noticing his dusty palms from where he had caught his fall. The director hadn't even left him any cleaning supplies. Ron scratched his head. He didn't know where to begin. "Stupid shit," he cursed at himself when he remembered that he had thought that the woman brought him here to request for sex. He should have known better. It was three hours remaining until the office would wrap up for the day. There was no way he could clean this entire room before then without any equipment. He turned to the door lock and saw that it was a tricky kind. It couldn't easily be hacked. Bella had made sure to use top notch equipment in setting up her company's headquarters. But Ron was already calculating the mechanics of the door in his mind. The blueprints were in his mind and he analysed it by himself, putting two and two together. "This must have been designed by a genius,