A Billionaire After Divorce

SNAPPING HIS FINGER

After driving for a few minutes, the Rolls Royce Phantom neatly pulls over in front of an extravagant tall building, exuding money and standard, and Arthur kills the engine.

The party is held in the hall on the last floor of the building.

"Mmm," Jordan lets out a breath and glances at the building with no difference in his expression as if the building is nothing to him, and calmly opens his door and alights. Arthur also opens his door and alights, seemingly about to walk with Jordan into the building.

After all, Jordan is his boss and it is his duty to tag along with him.

It has always been that way.

But that doesn't happen to be the case this time around as before he can take two more steps toward Jordan, Jordan shakes his head. "You can leave me alone now, Smith," he says calmly yet resolutely. "I don't want my identity revealed yet."

He pats him on the shoulder and resumes walking, paying no attention to the luxurious cars all around him and the people in extravagant attire showing off and in no time, he is inside the building...

In the heat of the party.

"Fuck!" A helpless sigh escapes his lips as the blaring music and shouts infiltrates his eardrums. He has never been a fan of places like this.

He loves being in a peaceful and serene environment because he just can't stand noise. It disturbs his ears and entire being.

He retracts his steps and moves to another segment of the room, to a secluded corner. The noise is less here and he can have his thoughts to himself.

A wave of satisfaction courses through his veins as he sidely leans into the cold wall and helps himself with some wine.

"Mmm," he moans, shuts his eyes, and crosses his leg, seemingly enjoying himself.

"Hey, handsome."

Jordan frowns. Whoever this is just had to cut off the peace he was enjoying.

Don't these ladies have anything else to do than try to flirt with any handsome man they see?! Like, don't they have any work?

He groans and begrudgingly opens his eyes to look at the lady in front of him.

She is a tall, enthralling lady with big boobies and an outrageous big ass and hips. Wonder how she walks with those.

He doesn't pay them much attention anyway as his brows twist disconcertingly at her. He is not sure he has met her before so...

"So handsome, darling," his thoughts are cut off as the beautiful stranger whispers and flashes him a cute smile, steps up to him, and grabs his hand. "Why did you stay here alone instead of finding me?" She pouts.

Jordan furrows his brows. He doesn't know this lady so what is she babbling about? "Uhm, what-" he tries to say but the beautiful stranger cuts him off.

"Help me," she whispers, her eyes pleading.

"Oh" Jordan mouths. It seems the beautiful stranger rushed up to him for help.

But then, he came to this secluded corner to relax and enjoy himself, not to help some random lady.

He attempts to push off her hand and get back with his business, but at this moment, his eyes catch sight of a middle-aged man briskly darting toward them.

And before he can even blink twice, the man arrives in front of them, a haughty aura round about him.

This man doesn't say anything as he takes in the sight in front of him, and the next second, as if controlled by an invisible force, he erupts like a volcano, his nose flaring.

"Who the hell is this?!" He barks, glaring at the beautiful stranger as if he owns her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Nevertheless, the beautiful stranger merely smiles, seemingly not one bit moved by his outburst, and leans closer to Jordan. "He is my boyfriend!"

"Impossible," the man scoffs as his eyes take in Jordan from his head to toe and the next second, he sneers, "You must have been in a hurry to get someone you can use to get me off your tail that you couldn't even choose someone good enough.

"Open your eyes and take a good look at the punk you are clutching onto. Look at his clothes, they are so cheap. I'm sure they are not up to 50 bucks in total. So low! Look at his shoes too, ugh, this guy must be from the slums! So irritating!"

Jordan lets out a sigh and shakes his head. Why is it that everyone tends to judge people by their appearance?

Is it that they've not heard the adage; "Don't judge a book by its cover?" Perhaps they have but chose to ignore it.

He calmly pushes the beautiful stranger away from him and asks somewhat sarcastically, "Since I'm a loser from the slums, you, who are you?"

"You see? You don't even know me! That goes on to show you are a loser because who doesn't know me in this county?" Not catching onto Jordan's sarcasm as he is so filled with the vigor to ridicule him, the man retorts jeeringly and puffs his chest arrogantly, adding,

"I don't like introducing myself because I'm a prominent man in this county and my fame does that for me, but since you are just a pauper who knows nothing, I'll stoop to your wretched level and do that so I can enlighten your dumb brain; I am Henry Maguire, the heir of the Maguire family!"

"Really?!" Jordan raises his brows, pretending to be shocked and points behind him, asking half-heartedly, "Is that the Lord of your family sitting over there then?"

Henry furrows his brow. He can't remember the Lord of his family mentioning that he would be coming here tonight.

But Jordan seems confident as if whoever it is must be the Lord of his family.

Although he doesn't want to turn, he can't help but do so just to satisfy his curiosity only to see no one particularly familiar.

"Punk, are you joking with me?!" He turns back to Jordan and snarls, breathing heavily, and his veins throbbing.

Jordan shrugs with a nonchalant smile on his face, "Well, don't blame me, it's just that the way you talked about your family made me think the Lord of your family would have been that big man sitting over there, who has conquered the numerous other big men with his act of benevolence, but turns out you must have exaggerated things and your family isn't that much of a big deal after all."

Henry flushes beet red. "You!" He snarls furiously, rolls up his sleeves, and makes to dart at Jordan, but before he can successfully take a step, Jordan beats him to it as he darts at him at an incomparable speed and snaps his fingers at his face.

Instantly, as if controlled by a sudden invincible force that was released by the snapping of Jordan's fingers, Henry loses focus and falls into Jordan, who in turn holds him in place, his eyes half awake.