"Anything the matter, Mr. Callahan?" Noticing Jordan's abrupt change in expression, Greyson grills, his brows twisted disconcertingly.Jordan sways his gaze to the door, retorting silently, "What I want to tell you is confidential, but there seems to be a pokenoser in your family," with that, he stands and begins walking to the door, his steps so light that not a single sound is made, almost as if he is walking on air.Meanwhile, outside the room, Gavin is leaning against the door, straining to hear the conversation inside. Just as he's about to catch a few juicy tidbits, the door suddenly flies open and he tumbles headfirst into the room, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor."Mmm..." he croaks, his eyes bulging in alarm the next moment as the realization of what has just happened dawns on him. The jig is up- he has been caught red-handed doing something so immoral! His breath sticks in his throat, catching between a gasp and a cry of disbelief. He can't find the words to spea
"You're a wonder, Mr. Callahan! So exceptional! I doubt there's anyone in your peer as outstanding and smart as you are!" Greyson gushes over Jordan, his voice ringing with unbridled admiration. His face beams with a bright, wide smile as if lit from within. "Your talent and abilities astound me!" he continues, his eyes shining with an unshakeable belief in Jordan's capabilities. "You're an absolute marvel, a true inspiration! Your wisdom is on an entirely different level!"It amazes even an old man like me! If not that it is quite impossible, I would visit you every day to tap from your overflowing wisdom! You are such a rare gem!""You're too kind, Mr. Kane. I'm just a lad, how can my wisdom possibly compare with yours? That is too flattering. After all, I still have much to learn and so many years ahead of me, but I'm grateful for your words, thank you," Jordan retorts with so much humility, smiling appreciatively at him.Once again, everyone is thrown off balance, their eyes squin
"Jordan, do you really need to take an Uber home when I can have my chauffeur drive you?" Daisy asks, pouting her lips and battering her eyebrows at him.The party is ended and Jordan is standing at the gate, waiting for the Uber he ordered a few minutes ago to arrive, but Daisy wouldn't let him wait in peace as she keeps bugging him to let her chauffeur drive him. And with the manner she is going at it, he is so moved to accept so that he can at least get her off his back, but he just can't bring himself to because the aftermath of doing so would be too troublesome for him...Even if he asks the chauffeur to stop a few meters away from his Paradise, the man would still recognize the grand estate as it is one of the top estates in the county.Obviously, seeing such would make him start having wild thoughts and in the end, he would rush to tell Daisy what he saw, which would make her start wondering how he managed to have an abode in that estate. That ride would give him all away. How
As Jordan steps out of the Uber, his gaze falls upon the magnificent building in front of him and he feels a strange mix of emotions as he takes in the familiar sight - a sense of nostalgia, tinged with trepidation. And as he walks toward the building, his mind drifts to how he had poured his heart and soul into building the company and how he had to abandon its running and management in the hands of Arthur to get married to Isabella. Yes, he had secretly helped grow the company to where it is now, but he can't help but feel that if he had been physically available all those years, it could have grown more than it presently is.He had left one of his biggest projects to love and cherish a woman, dedicating all his time to her but in the end, she felt the best thing to do because she has climbed the societal ladder was to divorce him. So much for...Jordan's thought is abruptly cut short as he bumps into someone, nearly sending her tumbling to the ground."Oh, my," he quickly reaches
The lady in front of him is stunning, with all the right things in the right places. Of all the women he has met in his life, he doesn't think he has met one as beautiful as she is. She has deep blue eyes, so deep and beautiful that when he stares into them it feels like he is staring at an ocean.Her lips are pink and pucker as if they are begging him to come get a kiss. How much he wishes to grab that kiss and ravish them.To climax it all, she has perfectly crafted curves, barely hidden by her skirt, and her breasts although properly covered by her blouse appear so big. The blouse can't obviously hide something that big and as such it is easy to notice. She is just so endowed."Wow," his mouth waters and he passes his tongue over his bottom lip, his cock quaking in his pants and his eyes filling with so much lust. He can't help but imagine having her ride him to ecstasy while he feasts on her boobs. His breath hitches, his cock getting hard to the point of pain.'No, it would be
Natasha's eyes sting with tears and her chest tightens, her body shuddering. How can he treat her so inhumanely? Has he no conscience? She met the requirements! That was his own words! How can he berate her now and intend to reject her application all because she doesn't want to go out with him? Tears stream down her cheeks and she pats her chest, feeling so hurt. "Please, Mr. Wright," in an instant, she drops to her knees, "This job is extremely important to me. This company has been my dream company to work for and I have labored so hard to get here just so I could get in. So much also depends on this. Please don't do this to me. I can't go to the bar with you but don't reject my application because of it. Please.""Save me the bullshit, Miss Nicholson," he spits unemotionally and hisses, not sparing her a glance. "If the job was as much important to you as you claim it is, you would have accepted my request. "But since it isn't, you have the gut to reject so spare me the pity
The Luxe is a high-end bar with sleek, modern décor. The walls are made of polished black marble, and the bar itself is made of rich mahogany. The stools are upholstered in black leather, the lighting is dim and atmospheric and there's a stage in the corner where a jazz band plays softly.It feels like an unknown event is taking place as the bar is at its busiest, filled to the brim with people seeking a night of revelry and libations. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the clink of glasses, the scent of expensive liquor, incessant babblings, and other erotic activities. Obviously, the barflies and night owls are in their element, enjoying a night of fun and frolic without any care in the world.Meanwhile, in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the main room is Jordan, sitting relaxedly on a couch with his leg crossed and a glass of wine to his lips.He appears to be bored and is playing a game on his phone to pass the time.However, his boredom is short-liv
For what seems like an eternity, Benjamin stands there motionless, time standing still around him, and his mouth agape in shock.The slap had been so sudden, so unexpected that he can't believe it actually happened. It takes him until he touches his aching cheek for it to slowly begin sinking in.It wasn't a dream. He wasn't in a trance. It really did happen. An acid-like taste creeps into his tongue and he groans out, taking a look around him, especially at Natasha behind him.And at that moment, it is as if a bomb explodes in his head as he gets a clearer view of what just happened. This punk slapped him right in front of Natasha just after he tried to show off to her how influential and powerful he is.And to top it off, the punk threatened him that he would slap him yet again, even harder, if he as much as opened his mouth again. If these were done discreetly then maybe it would have been a little bearable, but the punk's slap and threat were so loud that they garnered the atte
Henry's face darkens. He is the young master of the Maguires, how can he get on his knees and apologize to Jordan?Such an act would not only disappoint his family but also jeopardize his position as the heir apparent. His pride and ego would also be crushed and he might never be able to raise his head high again."You don't want to do it?""You're being unfairly unfair to me. When Isabella apologized to you, you didn't ask her to get on her knees. Why are you asking me to do that? What are you trying to achieve?""Achieve? Hmph!" Jordan snorts. "I choose how I want anyone to apologize to me. It's late, and I need to leave. Are you apologizing or not?""I can only apologize to you while standing; I'll never kneel to you," Henry grits his teeth."What if I insist?" A menacing aura suddenly bursts out of Jordan, and he grabs Henry's shoulder, applying force."Ah!" Henry cries out, his face distorting. "What are you doing?!" he barks."Kneel!" Jordan bellows, applying more force.THUD!J
Seeing this, Natasha turns pale. From Jordan's reaction, it's obvious he and this person are not on good terms. This leaves her wondering how that could be when the person gifted him such a unique card.Perhaps he did before whatever happened between them happened. She can't help feeling bad for asking the question."I'm sorry," she whispers."It's fine," Jordan offers her a small smile. "You did nothing. Let's just continue eating."Back at the hall...Somehow Henry and Isabella has managed to consume a quarter of the order. For an order that took three tables, that in itself is a commendable feat. At this moment, Isabella is sitting on the floor, drenched in sweat.Though there's AC in the room, it's as if nothing is touching her. Her naturally flat tummy appears to have broken its record today as it is now protruding. Beside Isabella, Henry is in a similar state, just that he is gasping so much, almost as if he can't breathe.For the first time, he believes the adage that says wha
"What? Why? Jordan paid all the bills so why am I not allowed to leave?" Isabella asks, staring at the burly men in confusion."Our general manager instructed us not to let any of you leave until the food and wine on the round table are cleared.""What?" Isabella's jaw drops. "What does he mean by that? How can only two of us finish that quantity of food and wine?""We don't know, Miss, but that is the instruction. Except the food and wines are cleared, you can only remain here.""How ridiculous!" Henry stands and bellows. "I'm the young master of the Maguires, will you two really stop me from leaving?""We only follow instructions, sir. It doesn't matter who you are, so yes.""Fine, wait until I send for my family guards!" Henry glares at them and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.However, before he can do anything with it, the phone is swiftly snatched from him."I'm sorry, sir. But that is not allowed. You can only start eating now or remain here even after the resta
Henry and Isabella had devised a plan to embarrass Jordan, hoping he would struggle to pay the bills and end up washing plates for a month. However, their scheme took an unexpected turn when Jordan not only paid the bills but did so with an astonishing 2.4 billion, 98 thousand dollars. This isn't 2. 4 million, 98 thousand dollars or 200 million, 98 thousand dollars but 2.4 billion, 98 thousand dollars! Isabella doesn't know what to make of this. The Jordan she divorced days ago was just a penniless man, one she and her family saw as a liability, which resulted to the divorce. How did he become so wealthy in the blink of an eye? Is she dreaming?She pinches herself to be sure before staring back at the screen. Seeing the numbers still blatantly visible on big screen, she can't help but inhale sharply.She was not dreaming. It's actually real. Jordan really paid the bills. He actually forked out 2.4 billion! She freezes.For a while, a heavy silence hangs in the air before the room b
"What is this?" As the waitress accepts the card from Jordan and stares down at it, she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion."Hahaha, Jordan, did you pick up a play card on the floor? When did debit start being gold in color?" Henry jeers, laughing mockingly at him."That you don't know the card, is that what makes it a play card that I picked on the floor?" Jordan scoffs. "Anyways, your reaction is well expected, I would have been even surprised if any of you knew the card because the card is only one in the entire country, specially made for me.""Hah, what is that? Isn't he exaggerating too much?" A diner frowns. "He is just a pauper; how could he have a card that is only one in the country and is specially made for him? In fact, when has it ever been heard that a card was specially made for someone? Even the King of Zephyria might not have such card, who is he to?""He must be playing games with us all! Hah, he has no money and he made such a scene. How infuriating.""Well, I'm
"Why will I?" Jordan retorts, rolling his eyes. "Please order away! Don't hold back!""Jordan," Natasha, not being able to help it, tugs at his shirt. "They are obviously plotting against you, how can you still ask her to order after Henry has ordered that much? Do you really have the money to pay?"Jordan smiles. "I wasn't joking when I said I could buy this whole restaurant, let alone a few drinks and meals. What are you waiting for? Order yours as well. Also add mine.""Hahaha, Jordan, you seem to have hit the jackpot. Even your character is like one a wealthy man. In that case, I won't be polite neither will I hold back." Isabella turns to the waiter who is still waiting. "I will have this, this, this, this..." Unlike Henry who only placed order for approximately twelve meals and wines, Isabella takes hers up a notch, ordering 20 meals and 20 wines, the meals in the price range of five hundred thousand and the wines in the price range of one million."Ah!" Natasha slams her hand
Two days ago or thereabout, Isabella met with Henry Maguire who urged her to invest in Starwood Apparels. However, Jordan came out of nowhere to tell her that doing so would be the greatest mistake she would ever make. He even claimed that the company would soon be destroyed. He had been so confident in his words that she started doubting her decision. If not for Henry that urged to trust him even just that once, that was how she would have been deceived and lost out on a rare opportunity to rise her family back to glory.Now, when Henry asked Jordan what he could say considering how things just turned out, she had expected him to at least be humble and sane enough to apologize for spilling the trash he spilled the last time.Instead of doing that, he began spilling another trash and acting as if he was one celestial god. She is so infuriated and can't help but wonder how it could be possible that they were once married. At this moment, she feels divorcing him has to be the best dec
"Let's sit here," finding a table close to the window, Jordan says and draws out a chair, gesturing like a perfect gentleman,"Please sit, My Lady."Natasha rolls her eyes and mouths a soft "thank you" before taking her seat."You are always welcome, My Lady," Jordan smiles and walks over to the other side, also taking his seat."Welcome to Sculpted Palate, one of the best restaurants in East Veridora, dear prestigious customers. "Here, we serve all kinds of sumptuous and luxurious meals. Here are our menus for your selections. The price of each meal is attached to it," almost immediately, a beautiful waitress approaches Jordan and Natasha and says with a charming smile.Jordan doesn't bother to accept a menu from the waitress. He says indifferently, "I'll have anything the lady picks."Natasha feels her cheeks reddening at that statement. She quickly takes a menu from the waitress and uses it to cover her face. Simultaneously, she glances over the pages.The next second, a frown res
"Mr. Callahan, have you found what it is you forgot? What was it though?" As they pass the receptionist's desk, the receptionist, catching a glimpse of Jordan, lifts her gaze and asks."Yes, I have, and it is...," Jordan pauses, a smile tugging at his lips as he glances down at Natasha Natasha beside him."What are you looking at me for?" Natasha turns deeper shades of red. She has to turn her face away him.Jordan chuckles and drawls, "I told the beautiful receptionist that I lost something, which was why I came back to the company, but what she didn't know was that I actually didn't lose something but someone. Now, I've found her and I'm leaving with her.""Aww, that's so sweet," the receptionist whispers. "I've been seeing you guys together a lot. It's a good thing you decided to allow love blossom between you. "You guys look so good together, almost like a match made in heaven! I can't wait for your wedding invitation!"Jordan stares at Natasha, whose cheeks are now as red as fr