Laura tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for Jason to come to the Canon. He had not seen the exquisite arena before and she wanted him to catch a glimpse of what he looked like. The Canon was the most magnificent event centre in the state, belonging to the Abbott consortium. It only hosted expensive events in the state, as its facilities were top-notch, and could only be afforded by one percent of the one percent of the society.The most prolific and elaborate event of the year that was hosted at the Canon was the Abbott Ball. People from all around the globe were invited. It usually included CEOs of prestigious companies, owners of empires, prolific actors, and artists. Top professors and people of pomp and class were not left out of this gathering. Another stupendous observation about the event was that it was usually aired live on various viewing channels around the globe as a result of its exclusivity. Laura stood in the Canon and was still taken away by its interior. They
The thought of finally having to come to light with his identity made Jason think of Jasmine and his need to tell her what had been going on. If Laura said that he was supposed to let them know who he was on that day, it would require his face in all the news, and that would mean a full-fledged exposure of who the face behind Mr. X was. Jasmine would not take the deceit lightly and that was the most important thing that he dreaded. Suddenly, it clicked in his head that he was supposed to be home to let her go on her date. He had forgotten about it. He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that he was a few minutes late. Without saying any more word to Laura, and without having so much time to contradict her idea for a revelation, he dashed out of the Canon and ordered Samson to take him home. Laura stood there with her hands spread out in exhaustion as she watched him leave. She could not believe that he had just dashed out during intense planning. He had not even given her a reliable a
"What is it?" Jasmine asked as she adjusted in her seat. He looked intently at her, as though he was trying to fathom if it was the right choice or not. "The company that interviewed me today invited me to a party, and I need a plus one," he finally let out, choosing to stick to his instincts. "You did not tell me that you got the job," she said, sounding partly excited. "Well, this is me telling you now." "And they invited you for a party on your first day of work?" "Of course. I was surprised at first but they reassured me that it was an annual ball and every staff member was invited. It's in two weeks, and I was hoping that you could clear your schedule for the day." "I can do that," she said as she shrugged her shoulders lightly. For the next few days, Jason was more involved with the planning with Laura. Jasmine was becoming too concerned about his absence and late nights. He told her exactly what Laura said that he should tell her, that the company that he now worked for requir
Just about the same time, Alex was looking at him as well. It had been a long time since he almost forgot that the man existed and right there beside him was Fred. Jason wanted to hide, to walk away, and never speak to Alex after what he had done. But on second thought, he decided to remain put in where he was. A million thoughts crossed his mind as he stood there, exchanging looks with Alex, who had also refused to stop looking at him. He wondered why he had not seen Alex's name on the guest list. If his name was there, then it was under a guise. There was no way that he would have sent an invitation to Alex, let alone the reckless Fred. When he looked up again, Alex was not where he had seen him. He was walking towards him instead, Fred following after him immediately. "If it is not the one and only Jason Abbott," Alex said as he walked towards Jason with a glass of champagne in his hand. Fred followed behind him, looking unkempt as usual in a shirt that was only buttoned halfway,
Without another word, Jason turned around and headed out of the hall, with Samson, and Jasmine following behind her. Samson led Jason through a path and into a private room from the back of the hall. He went ahead and got everything ready immediately. Laura was there on time to receive him. She already had a game team waiting to transform him for his grand appearance. "I'm so sorry for the embarrassment out there, sir. I would have come to your rescue if there were no restrictions. That man would have been adequately dealt with," Laura was furious as she spoke. Jasmine was trying to understand what was happening. The Laura that she knew was the boss lady, and would not refer to anyone as 'sir', just as she had just addressed Jason. She was trying to get some information but nobody was listening to her or answering her endless questions. Eventually, she went and stood before Jason while he was dressed by a couple of designers. "What is going on here?" She asked him. He looked at her
"Where do you think that you are headed?" Laura asked him in an authoritative voice as he was about to dash out of the event center. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "I need to go after Jasmine. I lied to her," he said, his tone laced with worry. Laura let out a chuckle as she walked over to where he was. "Jasmine would not like a man who simps over her. I want you to know that you did not lie because you conveniently wanted to, but because you needed to conceal what was important." She paused and moved to stand in front of him. "It's time for you to take over your inheritance, come back here where you belong, and be the boss that you are supposed to be. If you need to talk to Jasmine, do so with an air of authority. Don't break down before her or beg. State your reasons clearly to her like the man that you are, and she will eventually come around." She patted him on the shoulders and urged him to go on. "When can I move into the mansion?" He asked her. "You can spend the
Jason watched Emilia struggle with the security guards outside just so that she could get into the house. If she did not have an appointment or he did not send one for her, they would not let her in, and he was glad that a ban was rightfully placed on anyone who was not supposed to be there. After some moments of wondering if it was the best decision, he signaled them to let her in while he turned around and headed inside. Emilia shrugged her shoulders and adjusted herself, looking at the security men with disdain before she finally entered the house. She wanted to scream when she got into the house. The interior was breathtaking and she could not believe that she was missing out on something like that. She was directed to the visitor's room, where Jason was waiting for her there. He was not alone. Laura and Samson were there as well and Samson offered her a seat. "Would you want something to eat or drink?" A maid came to ask her. She looked around the room. Jason had not even bothe
The twenty-first day of October dawned bright and beautiful, and Jason was perfectly excited about the meeting with the president. He had asked Laura to accompany him, but she said that she was not in the best place to accompany him for such an auspicious meeting. It took him two days to understand what she was talking about, and he soon realized that she desired with all her heart for him to go with Jasmine. Jasmine was first taken aback when he asked her. It was a great opportunity for her, but if she agreed, Jason would read so much meaning into it. So, she declined at first, but Laura would not let her off the hook so easily. She had a conversation with her one morning, just as she was up for breakfast, and convinced her to go with Jason. "But I don't want him building ideas in his head," she insisted as she sipped loudly on her tea. She acted out of character when she was nervous. "From what I know about Jason, he is more of a focused businessman, so until you come to him and br
On the day Daphne was discharged from the hospital, she decided that she wanted to go see her father in jail. Jason suggested against it, but she was not willing to comply. She had her reasons and when she persisted, he let her be. She took her child with her as well, and Jason's hands were tied as he knew that their relationship was stiff at the moment. There was no need to aggravate it.“At least allow me to come with you so that I can keep an eye on you and the baby,” she offered. “I want to do this on my own. I have my reasons,” she said to him. “And before you act stupid, don't ask any of your men to follow me,” she added before she got into the waiting car. She knew however that he would not just let her go like that without company. She could already see two cars following after her at a reasonable distance, but she did not mind. She needed the protection anyway.&nb
Jason waited until it was nightfall before he headed to the safehouse where Gustavo had kept Angelina. He wanted to be as discreet as possible, and Gustavo had been high on surveillance since Jason told him what they needed to do. When they got to the safehouse, another round of surveillance was done before the door of the car was opened for him to come down. He headed to the front door and headed to the stairs that led to the basement.Angelina was tied to a chair in the relatively empty and spacious basement, and it was a bit chilly, so she was asleep. He stood at a reasonable distance before her and stared at her for a while. It was almost unbelievable to him that she was at his mercy at this time. She was supposed to be the most powerful woman in the state, but she was crippled at his mercy.“Wake her up,” he finally ordered. A bucket of wat
The meeting that Klaus called for was one that Jason did not want to attend. It was as though there was something that he harbored within him, a kind of guilt that washed over him. However, he knew that if he did not attend, Klaus would be highly suspicious because he had a fallout with Angelina. One more seat was empty when he got to the venue. It was Angelina's seat, and the table was quiet, as Siman and Rasheed were not so much of the talkers. As expected, Klaus was unhappy, but this time, he was not pacing about like one without a purpose. He was just sitting quietly, as though he was in deep thought. Jason took his seat and stayed silent as well. He did not intend to break the silence that had ensued, so he just kept his cool. “I have not seen or heard from Angelina in four days,” Klaus began. “I have sent her a ton of messages, and I cannot get to her assistant as well.” Gustavo had made sure that there was a heavy massacre in the warehouse that day. He made sure that none of A
Jason woke up with a start and looked around him. A wave of relief overshadowed him as he discovered that he was in his bedroom. He looked to the side and saw that there was a drip bag attached to his hand. As he attempted to lift his hand, a sharp pain shot through his arm and his shoulder, forcing him to let out a loud groan and fall back on the bed. He soon began to recall what had happened the previous night, and all the events came rushing back at him. It made him panic as he did not see Daphne or the baby in the bedroom with him. He struggled to get up again and pulled away the drip on his hand. He stood up and attempted to walk out. He wobbled and landed on the floor, causing a loud noise. The door opened and Gustavo walked in to help him get back on the bed. Jason closed his eyes in exhaustion. “I decided to bring you home because I did not think that you would like the attention that staying in the hospital would cause you,” Gustavo began. “That's a very good decision,” Jaso
“First of all, I want you to start with the way you took Maxwell down,” she began, and Jason glanced at Daphne, who seemed to be listening keenly as well. She would be so disappointed. “Oh! She does not know?” Angelina asked. “Can you just stop?” Jason asked her. “So, the woman that you claim to love is not aware that you are the one that put her father in jail, and soiled her family reputation, right?” She continued. “I'm not going to say anything about that,” Jason sounded firm. He did not intend to spill, and he was not just making up his mind at the moment. He had decided not to spill anything since he left his house. He saw how desperate she was for his confession, and he wanted to use that to his advantage. “Before I say anything, I would like you to tell me what manner of business you run here,” he said as he leaned in. “My merchandise is none of your business,” she said to him. “Well, if you need my confession, then you have to explain what this business is all about because
Jason got into the car, took a deep breath, and took out his phone to place a call to Angelina. Even though she had sent someone to monitor him as he drove to the address, she still asked him to be on a video call the entire time, to ensure that no one was in the car with him. He was getting exhausted from her rules, but he had to comply because of his family. She had proof that she was with them, and he was the only one that could rescue them. Gustavo had thought up a brilliant plan, and things were already in place, giving Jason added confidence. He was not too sure that his plan would work out, but in the end, he blamed it on the nerves. He started the car and began to drive without taking one more look at the screen, where Angelina was watching him. “You are cute by the way,” she began when the tense silence had lasted for a while. “I have envisioned you in my bed a couple of times, not gonna lie,” she continued. Jason swallowed hard at this statement. He was already disgusted. A
Jason clicked on the speaker button on the phone so that everyone could hear what the caller was going to say. The line was silent for a while, and Jason thought that it was just a prank call. “Hello Jason,” a familiar voice finally came on the line. It did not take him long to figure out who was on the line. He could detect Angelina's voice in a crowd. It was too deep for a female voice. “I am guessing that by now, you are shaken with fright at the disappearance of your wife and daughter,” she said with some kind of amusement in her voice. Her audacity annoyed him so much. “Angelina, I swear, if anything happens to them, you are going to regret it,” Jason fired at her. Ben immediately signaled him not to say anything again, so that they would not provoke her. Jason did not seem to care at all. He was just angry. “I would not be making threats if I were you,” she said. “You have no idea where I am or where your wife and child are, so I would be quiet and cooperate if I were you,” she
Jason was confused about what to do next at the moment. He kept trying to call her as he dashed to the elevator that led to the penthouse they occupied in the mansion. He prayed that by some miracle, Daphne was upstairs and sleeping peacefully with their son. That would give him so much relief. But when he got there, the room was empty. He went ahead to look into the bathroom but there was no one there. His heart began to thump loudly as he rushed downstairs again. Gustavo was waiting for him when he came downstairs. “I can't find Daphne and the baby,” Jason blurted out in a worrisome voice before Gustavo could even ask him what was wrong. “I had two of my men follow her to the hospital. Let me try to call them,” Gustavo said as he took out his phone. He was so calm, as though he was very confident that there was nothing wrong with them. Gustavo called them over and over again but none of them answered. He began to get worried as well. “This is very unusual,” Gustavo muttered as he
Jason stood up from bed very early, as he had a long day ahead of him. It had been three weeks since Jacob had been released from jail, and just like he had promised, he decided that he would give Jacob an orientation to the family business. Daphne was still very fast asleep when he was done dressing for work. He could not blame her at all. She had been awake for some time during the night to cater to a crying Benjamin. After the nurse left, it had been difficult for her to adjust to taking care of the baby alone. At some point, it was as though she was getting frustrated with the responsibility that she was saddled with and she would start crying. When he noticed that, he would usually offer her a helping hand so that she would not feel abandoned or frustrated. She appreciated his support. It showed in the way she embraced him or the way she kissed him. Jason walked up to the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to stir in her sleep. “I'm off to work, baby. You know I