As Jack noticed Amy's presence in the room, the file in his hand snapped shut ws he turned to face her, his gaze questioning."Do you want something?" Jack inquired, his tone curt and businesslike. Amy shook her head, her nerves getting the better of her as she struggled to find the right words."No, I… I just wanted to give this to you," Amy replied, holding out the envelope towards him. Jack eyed the envelope with a frown, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes."What is it?" With a puzzled expression, Jack looked at the envelope in her hands, where some sunflowers had been sketched by hand, along with a "I'm sorry" written in neat handwriting. A distant look appeared in his eyes at that moment, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, addressing Amy in a deadpan voice;"Amy, you are neither my friend, nor my family," Jack stated flatly, his voice devoid of warmth. "And therefore, there is nothing that you do or have done that I will find particularly good or bad.""So
Amy walked out of the bank, her mind plagued with conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her, realizing she may have misjudged Jack all along. He had gone above and beyond to accommodate her needs, showing kindness and consideration she hadn't even expected. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks – she had been unfairly critical and oh God! So, so ungrateful towards him… She knew that he didn't owe her anything; in fact, in any case, she was the one who was in debt. And still, she had chosen the worst behavior she could choose to deal with anyone.With her laptop securely tucked under her arm, Amy was walking through the bustling streets, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she owed Jack an apology for her earlier behavior. Despite her initial anger and reluctance, nobody could deny the sincerity behind his actions.As she walked down the street, feeling the weight of her guilt rising, Amy's hand instinctivel
Jack's smile remained, but there was a glint of defiance in his eyes as he countered, "I know exactly what kind of spoiled man- child you are. There is no need to put on a show for everyone." He leaned in slightly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And why are you getting so triggered anyway? Why does it even matter to you, if Rebecca has left me or not?"Saying this, Jack took a curt pause before he started his next sentence, while taking a step towards Camden, as a little smirk danced on his face and his left eyebrows raised slightly;"Because if you are still living under a rock, let me break some recent news regarding my life to you. It was me who has left Rebecca, not her… because I have finally found out that she clearly didn't deserve me-"Camden's face contorted with rage as he gritted his teeth. He could not digest the fact that not only was Jack speaking back to his face, but was also saying that the girl on whom he has a crush on, did not deserve him… clearly indicating t
Jack's defiance burned brightly in his eyes as he locked gazes with Camden, refusing to cower in the face of his arrogance. "In your dreams, Camden Vans!"He spat out, his voice dripping with contempt. "I have tried to make you understand many times that you don't have a higher position in life or in the eyes of God just because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But it is clear that you are never going to learn–"Before Jack could continue, Bianca's voice cut through his words, her tone sharp with irritation. "Are you crazy?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm trying to help you here because of having pity on you, but you are somehow hell- bent on ruining your chances! Even if he thinks that he is superior because of his station in life, what's the big deal?"Jack's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his simmering anger, the weight of Bianca's words hanging heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. Despite the burning desire to lash out in r
Tension crackled in the air like electricity as Camden, the side character for Jack's today's plan, was fueled by rage and betrayal.Jack knew that he wasn't going to be disappointed after coming here and his plan was going to work very well, as he has known Camden since ages.But he hadn't thought that he could be able to ignite this kind of rage in Camden's eyes, heart and soul.All these years he has thought that people who didn't like him, was just because he somehow has the things in his hands, which they wanted in their lives, but since Rebecca has left him …or to be precise, he has left Rebecca, he realised that it was never about what he had in his hands.In fact it was always who he was …his identity …his presence was enough to intimidate people and for people like Camden, he was the person they never wanted near themselves, because of the threat they feel due to his charisma.While he was lost in his thoughts, Camdentightened his grip on his collar. His knuckles whitened
Jack stood frozen in disbelief as Bianca's palm connected with Camden's cheek with a resounding slap. He was sure that today was the day for a drama but this spicy, that he was also not aware.Or say was never imagined.While tension in the room started to get thick, everyone's attention started to shift from Jack to Bianca, and Jack could practically taste the drama thickening in the air."Bianca, what the hell?" Camden recoiled, his hand instinctively flying to his stinging cheek.The humiliation was rising in his eyes and he knew he was already caught red handed, but the thought that he had to say something made him raise his voice.But the moment he had done that, he realized it might not be a good idea to do so, because the moment words has left his mouth, Bianca's facial structure started to change as it turned completely vermilion, it was like a volcano which was ready to erupt.And the moment this thought arrived in Camden's mind, Bianca's roaring voice knocked his ear drums
Jack left the club soon, content with the way he had navigated the mission. He got on his bike and put on his jacket, turning on the ignition. He was now supposed to head back to the established meeting place, at Megan's apartment in the city. He drove through bustling city streets with purpose, deciding to pick up two pizzas on the way. He got off the bike, pretending to be a delivery person in a leather jacket, pizza boxes in his hand and a baseball cap covering most of his face. He did not want to draw any attention to her apartment or leave any clue about her being related to the Scavenger Organization. As he approached Megan's apartment building, he scanned the area with a practiced eye, ensuring that no prying eyes were lingering on his movements.The anonymity of his attire gave him some degree of protection as he slipped into the building, his steps deliberate and controlled. Inside the elevator, he adopted an air of indifference, avoiding eye contact with the other passeng
The next day, at the Giorgio Estate in Clemensdale… Megan was not only clad in her guise as Amelia Giorgio, but she was carrying all the mannerisms and airs of elegance that suited a perfectly trained lady of high society. She had paired a stylish collared white striped shirt with a form- fitting gray tunic, which accentuated her poise and sophistication. With her hair swept up into a carefully styled messy bun and her lips adorned with red lipstick, she commanded attention as she moved gracefully through the gathering.Gathered there today, in front of her stood the core members of the Giorgio family, including Lucas Giorgio, his wife, their sons, the grandmother, and various other relatives. Megan's eyes swept over the assembled group, taking note of each person's presence and demeanor.Meanwhile, Jack stood at her side in a tailored black suit as per usual, his attention focused intently on the proceedings unfolding before them.The grandmother opened up her arms in a welcoming