A Billionaire After Divorce

ENOUGH!

KNOCK KNOCK...

As Frederick and Jordan come before a private room, Frederick knocks softly on the wooden door and stretches his hands behind his back, awaiting a response.

"The young man can come in," a few seconds later, an old gruff voice says, his tone laden with overbearing authority.

"Aye-aye, My Lord," Frederick retorts reverently and bows halfway down despite the fact that the old man behind the door can't see his gesture. And thereafter, lifts his gaze to Jordan, gesturing, "My Lord-"

"I'm not deaf," Jordan abruptly cuts him off and without paying him any more attention, pushes open the door, waltzes into the room, and slams the door right on his face.

"For a pauper, he sure is too arrogant and sassy," Frederick hisses with a deep frown plastered on his old face and glares at the door for more than two minutes before stomping his foot and walking away.

"Take your seat," Greyson doesn't beat around as he motions for Jordan to sit down on the plush chair in front of him as soon