After an hour of driving, cutting through so many streets with fine roads to those marred by potholes, Brian finally drives into Majestic Dining Co and neatly packs his car in the parking lot."Why are we back here?" Looking at this familiar building, Isabella frowns and asks. "I was kidnapped here," she explains.She had hoped to avoid any reminders of her ordeal when she left with Brian. But now, he had to bring her all the way to where it all began. She is filled with missed emotions. "I know, Miss Isabella, and to be honest, I didn't mean to bring you back here. It's just that your mum and brother happen to be here. We were planning to have breakfast here when we stumbled into your secretary, who revealed that you had been kidnapped. "I'm sorry if this place brings back memories. To make it up to you, that's if you wish, I could go and call your mom and brother, and we can head to another restaurant. What do you think?""I wouldn't want to stress you, Brian, but if you could do
Isabella sighs helplessly at Avery's drama. But doesn't say anything, causing the car to plunge into a heavy silence.However, the silence doesn't last long as Gerald abruptly clears his throat and looks at Isabella through the rearview, asking, "Sis, hope you managed to get that punk to apologize to Mr. Moore.""Oh, dear, I completely forgot something so crucial," Avery gasps, looking alarmed. "That's right, Isabella, did you get him to apologize?"Isabella frowns as she replies, "I couldn't get him to do that. No matter how hard I tried, he adamantly refused. He's incredibly stubborn, and it's maddening.""What?" Avery breaks into a cold sweat. "That jerk," she curses. "What do we do now? We won't stand a chance against Mr. Moore if he comes after us."In an ordinary-looking restaurant, Jordan and Natasha are seated at a table filled with assorted food and wine. Natasha has a smile on her face as she chats with Jordan. Her bandages have been removed, and aside from a few scratches,
"Has Isabella already found a table?" As Avery sees Isabella walking in a certain direction, she murmurs."I don't think Miss Isabella has found a table; it seems she's heading toward someone," Brian remarks, having noticed Isabella's abrupt halt when she spotted Jordan."Someone? Who could it be?" Avery raises an eyebrow as she scans the restaurant, looking for who it is that could get her daughter briskly striding toward them."So it's him!" The next second, her expression darkens. Turns out it is that scoundrel! She forgets about the table she was looking for and hurries after Isabella. She needs to give that brat a piece of her mind. Before Isabella can reach Jordan, Avery is already there. It's as if her legs suddenly turned to wings as she had appeared in front of him with astonishing speed."Some people are incredibly audacious. After putting us in harm's way, they have the nerve to come here to dine and make merry," she chastises.Jordan had been expecting this confrontation.
"What?""Huh?""She tossed his food to the floor?""That woman is really something! She gets on my nerves!" After a row of sharp gasps, the diners begin babbling, the majority staring at Avery in disgust. If eyes were pistols, she might be dead already.First, she arrived here and made a scene of how the restaurant was too low for her liking and now she suddenly walked up to a young man who was having a nice date with his girl and ruined everything, even going as far as tossing his food to the floor. It's as if she's testing his patience, provoking him to see how he'll react."Jordan, please you can have mine," before Jordan can even react, Natasha whispers and pushes her plate to him. Though there are different delicacies on the table, there are only two plates for each delicacy. Just to curb Jordan's anger as she knows how he can be when angry, she had to sacrifice hers."And who are you to interfere?" Avery, choosing to notice Natasha now, asks coldly."And who are you to question
"Real men know their capabilities. They don't see the need to be blowing their trumpet. Mr. Martinez is a real man. He could even admit that if it was years ago he wouldn't be able to face Mr. Moore. "That goes on to show his maturity," Avery comments, staring at Brian with deep admiration before turning to Jordan and snapping, "You should learn from Mr. Martinez! Your character is so infuriating.""A piece of advice, Jordan," Isabella also chimes in. "Learn to accept who are you at every point in time and stop saying things you can't do. Look at me, I could accept that we can't stand against Richard. "This is how real people act. We have no reason to fake. And that is why even though we fall, we rise again.""You believe I'm faking, but does that mean I am?" Jordan rolls his eyes. "What if that young man you are choosing to believe is the one faking?""Don't dare insult Brian!" Isabella snarls. "Brian has no obligation to me or my family and is only helping us out of his goodwill.
"How sure are you that Richard isn't apologizing because of me?" Jordan snorts."Enough!" Isabella barks, visibly annoyed. "Even at this moment, you are still trying to blow your weightless weight around. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Such a loser!" She hisses.Jordan shakes his head, not bothering to say anything else. It is clear that no matter what he says, Isabella will never believe him.Seeing this, Richard is shocked. It appears these people don't know Jordan's identity. How can the person who could make Arthur call him and have him apologize as per his request be a mere loser?He glances at the supposed man they think brought him here, his anger shooting up. He doesn't even know this person, how then can he get him to apologize? This idiot is not even worthy to carry his shoe!He is almost pushed to lash out at him, but as he stares into Jordan's eyes, which seem to be telling him to refrain from doing anything stupid, he swallows back his words, lowering his gaze
"That young man really gave you a hell of a beating," Mr. Cole cackles. "I do need to see what you look like now. Hahaha.""Mr. Cole!" Richard groans, his frown deepening. "I'm in pain, and you're making fun of me?""Hmph! Don't be such a baby!" Mr. Cole scoffs. "The deed is done, and you have to live with it. But you're such a fool," he scolds. "You decided to assault a girl like the daughter of the Cadens and you took with you a few weaklings. "Didn't you know there were going to be casualties? Or did you think she had no connections and no one would come for her?""The motel is very discreet, Mr. Cole. Unless you're taken there, you wouldn't even know such a place exists in East Veridora. It's where I've carried out many of my operations, and nothing had ever gone awry. I grew complacent, believing that nothing could go wrong, which is why I was so relaxed. How could I have imagined that this young man would track me down within thirty minutes?""You spent thirty minutes with her a
It's morning, Jordan tosses a few dollar bills to the Uber driver as he pulls over in front of the company and alights, shutting the door behind him. He starts walking into the company, but suddenly, there's a screeching noise, and then a collision occurs."You, foolish, driver, are you so drunk that you couldn't see our car?!" Almost immediately, a young woman clad in luxurious attire drops from one of the cars, and rushes over to the other car, hitting on the glass of the driver and barking.She's still at this when the driver's door of the car she came out from, swings open, and a young lady, who appears to be of the same age as Isabella, descends and without much exchange, joins her in verbally abusing and berating the driver. But no matter how much they shout and yell, the driver of the car doesn't open his glass, let alone open the door. Guess he is well aware that with the way they are going, if he alights, they might actually jump on him and scratch him to death with their lo