Elena's response left Jayson speechless. He couldn't believe that the Wilson family had resorted to such childish scheming. Did they really expect him to beg? It seemed like they were living in a dream world. As Jayson didn't respond, Elena turned to her mother Bridget for support. Mrs. Wilson's face was twisted with anger, and she spoke with force, as if she were about to unleash something truly filthy. "Jayson, she's telling the truth. The divorce papers are fake." Jayson's lips curled up into a satisfied grin as he relished the looks on their faces, particularly those of the enraged servants who had once held power over him. The sense of satisfaction he felt from seeing those who had once trampled on him now unable to do anything to him was immense. He chuckled and spoke, "I suppose I will have to continue being your husband, albeit reluctantly, since you have shown some sincerity." As the crowd heard his words, their expressions turned even more furious, as if they wished to dev
Butler Mark remained motionless, fixed in his spot, his eyes locked with Jayson's in a fierce, predatory glare that seemed to promise devouring him whole. Elena's brow furrowed as she glanced up from her meal, taken aback by Butler Mark's unyielding stance. "Mark, what are you waiting for?" she asked, her displeasure evident in her tone. Grumbling under his breath and cursing Jayson repeatedly in his thoughts, Butler Mark begrudgingly left to fetch the yogurt he had been asked for. Leaning closer to Jayson, Elena's voice softened with affection, resembling that of a devoted spouse. "Are you enjoying your meal, dear?" Jayson winced, but he managed to muster a forced smile and replied, "Of course I am." Mrs. Wilson looked up from her own plate and let out a chuckle. "Elena, since you two are openly displaying your affection, why not work hard and make babies?" Elena's gaze dropped, her cheeks flushing with bashfulness. Jayson rolled his eyes, silently cursing the entire family und
Reluctantly, Butler Mark found himself obliged to hurry over with the spare keys."Open the door," Mrs. Wilson commanded, pointing to the locked entrance.Butler Mark stepped forward and inserted the key into the keyhole, a grimace crossing his face."This bastard," he muttered under his breath, attempting to turn the key multiple times to no avail. He then faced Mrs. Wilson and informed her, "Madam, the door has been locked from the inside with a key on the other side. There appears to be no way for us to open it.""You are utterly useless! Leave at once!" Mrs. Wilson scolded him in a fit of anger, dismissing him with a careless wave of her hand.Butler Mark's expression grew even gloomier as he turned away and departed with the spare key. His resentment towards Jayson intensified with every passing moment.Elena turned to her mother, anxiety etched on her face, and asked, "Mom, what should we do?"Mrs. Wilson furrowed her brow, deep in thought. She was uncertain about Jayson's inten
Jayson leapt to his feet, his gaze scanning the pristine asphalt that stretched out for miles. A sudden realization struck him—he needed a car. Pulling out his phone, he swiftly decided to book a taxi. However, as he located a nearby one and checked the price, his hands trembled in shock. With widened eyes, he exclaimed, "Is this a helicopter or a taxi? $5,000? Forget it, I'll just walk; it's not that far."Determined, albeit with a sombre expression, Jayson set his mind on foot travel and began his journey along the smooth road. Along the way, he occasionally gasped in awe at the sights that caught his attention. In those moments, he couldn't help but sigh with admiration. Sometimes, even an abundance of money falls short when it comes to truly experiencing life's treasures.As the weather turned scorching hot, beads of sweat formed on his forehead the moment he stepped into the affluent neighbourhood. The Dragon Estate was meticulously organized, with the wealthiest residents resid
Jayson found himself in a familiar scene, one that stirred memories from a previous life. It mirrored the moment when Daniel, consumed by greed and ambition, heartlessly rejected the woman and her unborn child before pursuing marriage with the daughter of a wealthy family in Jade City. Determined to rewrite history, Jayson stood resolute, ready to change the course of events and prevent the repetition of past mistakes. "Daniel, it's me, Lovely. Your girlfriend. We often meet at the clubhouse. Remember?" The woman's voice trembled with desperation and anxiety as she clung tightly to Daniel's leg, her eyes pleading for recognition. Daniel snarled, his face contorted with anger. "Get off me, you wretched woman!" He forcefully kicked her away, then turned to his bodyguards, his voice dripping with disdain. "Remove her from my sight," he commanded coldly. As the bodyguards moved to carry out Daniel's order, his narrowed gaze caught sight of Jayson standing a few meters away, a mischievou
The $50 million price tag paled in comparison to the immense suffering he endured in his past, when the Wilson family had coerced him into shouldering the blame for Daniel. He had become the pariah of Jade City, despised by everyone, earning him the infamous title of the Trash who betrayed the beloved fairy of Jade City. For a gruelling five years, he endured relentless scorn and brutal beatings from both the affluent and the destitute. Recalling these painful memories, Jayson felt an instinctive tightening of his fists and took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. Lucy's face twisted with contempt as a sneer played on her lips. "Look at you, Trash. What part of your body could possibly be worth 50 million dollars? Besides your looks, what other merits do you have? Even if you were put up for auction, you wouldn't fetch a million dollars." Jayson retorted with a cold, calculated tone. "My good looks were the very reason I married into the prestigious Wilson family. If you ha
Elena's eyes widened in astonishment as Jayson mentioned the staggering sum of 50 million dollars. It was a revelation she never anticipated, and it left her feeling utterly shocked. Unhappily, she furrowed her brow, unable to hide her disappointment. Daniel let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't the sole recipient of Jayson's surprising revelation. "Jayson, it's just a matter of going to the media and claiming the pregnancy of that woman? Do you believe making money is that simple? If it were that easy, I would have preferred to stay home and not work," Elena said calmly, although she was seething with anger towards Jayson. All the affectionate names she had called him earlier had disappeared into thin air. Jayson maintained a poker face and replied, "Elena, accepting a pregnancy isn't easy either. If it were as simple as you make it sound, Daniel would have already gone to the media and done it." An uncomfortable silence settled over the dining table, and Elena clench
Jayson reclined on the plush pool lounger, leisurely flipping through glossy magazines while intermittently sipping on a refreshing glass of juice. He hummed along to the melodic tunes emanating from his music player, fully immersed in his own world of relaxation. Suddenly, the music abruptly ceased, and a dark shadow fell upon Jayson. "Trash," Chef Breed sneered icily, interrupting Jayson's peaceful respite. He cast a disdainful gaze over Jayson's lounging figure, his expression contorted with displeasure. Puzzled, he couldn't fathom how this lowly individual had managed to obtain the key to the storeroom. The frown on Chef Breed's face deepened as he pondered this revelation. "Follow me, Trash," Chef Breed commanded in a frigid tone. His head held high, he regarded Jayson with a condescending air of superiority. Jayson regarded him with an expression that clearly conveyed his disbelief. He hadn't sought out Chef Breed to settle any scores, but since the chef had come looking for hi