"Thank you for the thoughtful gesture, Mr. Quentin," Isabella says with a half-smile before Henry, who is grinning from ear to ear owing to Jordan's impending tragedy, can say anything. "But for some reasons best known to me, I don't want Jordan to be punished by the cops." She sighs despondently and turns to Henry, saying softly, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave now. I'm exhausted." The grin on Henry's face fades away and his eyes squint darkly. He had assumed after everything was resolved, he would have a chance with Isabella and could still go ahead to drug her one way or another and have his way with her. Sleeping with her is like an ache. His blood rushes at the mere thought of his dick buried deep inside her pussy and stretching her pussy walls. But once again, his plan has failed. He so much feels like punching holes through walls, but remembering he still needs to pretend to be the perfect gentleman to Isabella, he pulls himself together and clears his throat, "Quentin,"
"Are you so useless that you can't even handle a mere pauper and have to run to me for help? Do I have to spoon-feed you through everything? Why then am I paying you as my manager? If you can't even handle a mere pauper, then of what use are you to me?!" The man from the other end of the line roars, his voice so overbearing.Quentin breaks out in a cold sweat, his body shuddering hysterically and his back prickling. "No, boss, it's not like that!" He cries out, exasperated. "This particular pauper seems to have somewhat supernatural power!" He pauses and nibbles on his lower lip. "I know you might think me crazy for saying that, but it is nothing but the truth! With just a casual wave of his hand, five of the restaurant's guardians lost their fighting abilities! "Please listen carefully to the background, boss and you will hear their cries! These are guardians you hired yourself! And that is not all, he defeated an additional eight! Yes, I'm serious about him defeating thirteen guard
An Uber neatly pulls over in front of a building guarded by a gigantic gate, and the Uber driver kills the engine. "We are here, sir," he looks up at the rearview mirror and says coolly."Mmm," Jordan flutters open his eyes. He'd momentarily zoned off to another realm while meditating. He takes a deep breath and pays the Uber driver before alighting."Who is that?" As soon as his foot touches the ground, a certain young lady clad in luxurious apparels asks haughtily, her glance on Jordan condescending."I've never seen that face before. Perhaps, he is new to the county?" Another lady retorts with raised brows."How can that be the case? For someone who arrived here in an Uber, he is obviously not in our class and is a pauper and that should be the reason we don't know him!""Indeed, that must be the case! But I'm wondering what a pauper like him could be doing here. I thought this party was meant for only those in the upper class like us?""I thought so too. Could the Kanes be losing
The smile on Daisy's face instantly fades and she bites down on her lower lip, intense rage coursing through her veins in ripples.Naturally, what Henry says never gets to Daisy and she has always been one to shrug off his words with a smile or comeback. But this time around, things are different because what Henry just said has struck a deep nerve in her as it is nothing but the truth. And it has rendered her speechless.This is clearly because it has always been a natural thing for wealthy families to associate with only people as rich or even more than they are so Henry is just stating the obvious fact by saying her family would never allow her to date a loser like Jordan.There are no two ways around it. Indeed, if Jordan is truly a loser, she would have no other option but to let him be when the time comes. As much as the thought hurts, there's nothing she can do about it.She is almost on the verge of tears as she can't imagine dissociating herself from Jordan. She has gotten so
Jordan is a mere pauper, so it is impossible for him to have gotten an invitation, let alone have one. Obviously, Daisy had wanted to take him in without one...But now that is no longer possible as he has called Gavin, who he believes has greater power in the family than Daisy.He puffs his chest arrogantly. Now, that is just the best punishment!It would turn out that the pauper had taken all his time to prepare and come here only for him to be kicked out.What other punishment would have been greater than that? "Obviously, none," he blurts and rubs his jaw, marrying Jordan's gaze and adding, "Now punk, that right there is the difference between you and me! "While I can easily get invitations as I'm a member of a wealthy family, you would never in your lifetime get one, and even if you try to work your way around things, you would still end up losing in the end!"I'm guessing you know why, right? But in case you don't then I'm glad to let you know that it's because you are just a no
Jordan is naturally unfamiliar with the seething young man in front of him as he had never seen him before. But in truth, he had seen Henry stroll up to this young man when he and Daisy walked into the banquet hall, even though he was looking for a seat with Daisy; his eyes had been on alert and took in everything going on, but he didn't really care about the reason Henry walked up to the young man.Henry is a trouble maker so he couldn't bother himself about what he was up to. But, based on what he can see now, he feels he can tell who the young man in front of him is. This is because there is only one young man Henry can walk up to at this party with complaints, the same young man he called a few minutes ago, Gavin Kane."Mmm," he hums as his gaze takes in the supposed prestigious Gavin Kane while ignoring the burning fire in his eyes and his question, and as soon as he is done, pushes him out of his way and takes his seat. Henry clearly lied to this Gavin Kane about him, and witho
Daisy furrows her brows. "Grandfather ordered you to bring Jordan to him?" She casts a skeptical glance at the butler and nibbles on her lower lip, flustered."Yes," he retorts flatly."But why? Why would Grandfather request you bring him to him?" Daisy just can't wrap her head around the reason her grandfather would want an audience with Jordan. Before now, he didn't know who Jordan was so why does he suddenly want him to be brought to him?Could it be because of the argument just now? Does he want to punish Jordan?A lump forms in her throat and her back prickles. "No," without waiting for the butler's response, she says flatly. "I don't know why Grandfather wants Jordan, but he did nothing wrong and shouldn't be taken to him. You can't take him to him. No, no."The butler's eyes narrow slightly. "This is your grandfather's order, Miss Daisy, are you really going to defy it?""But-" Daisy tries to say but the butler doesn't let her finish as he abruptly cuts in..."Miss Daisy, I'm s
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