Chapter Forty-Eight.

Declan stepped onto the porch of the Smith's villa, about to take the door handle. The shrill sound of his ringtone erupted, bringing him to a halt. He let out a frustrated groan before fishing out his phone from his pocket.

"Hello?" He growled and listened to the caller say something.

"On my way, now" He dropped the call without waiting for a reply. Glancing one last time at the door that stood between him and his target, he let out a low groan before turning to leave.

The next morning, Jordan woke up in the arms of his hoes. They had a pleasure filled night and celebrated to the fullest. He was reluctant to get out of bed. He might as well take some days off now his competition has been struck out.

He got off the bed regardless, eager to read the morning papers and what it has to say about the abrupt dismissal of the Titanium queen.

"Titanium my foot." He scoffed.

After hours of freshening up, Jordan Smith sat at the table head in a golden robe. A banquet has been prepared be