"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
"It's just a superficial wound," the taxi driver fibs, unable to bring himself to admit the severity of his injury. Natasha is already worried seeing he is injured. He can't bear to tell her that the injury is actually so deep– too deep that the mere sight of it frightens him. His car interior is stained with his blood, mingled with the alcohol he used to disinfect it."Hmph, who knows if there's even an injury there, or if you're just pretending to be injured? If you're really injured, where are the blood stains? It seems like you're just trying to gain our sympathy!"Anyways, I can't entertain any of you. You damaged my bumper, and you have to compensate me. My car is a Rolls-Royce Dawn worth $500,000, something neither of you can obviously make in a lifetime. I could demand $200,000 for my bumper, but I'll be generous and settle for $100,000. So, which one of you is going to pay up?""You must be high on drugs," Natasha hisses disdainfully. Ah! She hasn't seen someone like Layla
"Jordan!" Natasha exclaims with a sense of relief, feeling like she's found her savior. Without hesitation, she rushes over to him. "Jordan, you're here!" She grins broadly, her sad face suddenly radiating with happiness.Jordan reciprocates the smile as he assesses the lady in front of him, ensuring she hasn't suffered any injuries. "I just hit my head, but I'm fine," seeing this Natasha quickly assures him, her face flushing a deep shade of red, and her stomach fluttering. Jordan's gaze does to her things she has no words to describe.After confirming that Natasha is truly fine just as she said she is, Jordan turns his attention to the taxi driver. "Sir, are you alright?""Just a superficial wound, but yes, I'm alright," the driver replies, smiling slightly."You, who are you? And what did you mean by what you said to me?" Not being able to tolerate Jordan's actions anymore as she finds them irksome, Layla asks sharply."You don't need to concern yourself with who I am," Jordan re
There is total silence for a while before Layla replies surprisingly calmly, "You indeed can use your fists and feet to get your words to stand. I have to admit that you are quite talented. Something rather unusual, as I had not expected to find such an expert in East Veridora."But then," her expression suddenly turns smug as she sneers, "Don't think you can use those for everyone! I'm a member of the Caden family of Opulence Heights! You can't dare lay your hands on...,"SLAP!Layla is yet to finish speaking when an abrupt slap sends her tumbling to the floor."How dare you slap my niece? Are you..."SLAP!Just like Layla, the young woman is yet to finish her statement when a slap also sends her tumbling to the floor, leaving Natasha and the taxi driver shocked to their bones.Layla and the young woman are members of the prestigious Caden family of Opulence Heights. Although they don't know how powerful the Caden family is over there, the fact that they are from Opulence Heights is