Jason's face contorted with anger as he responded to the accusation. "Daniel, with what eyes did you see me sending people to kidnap your sister? Are you insane?"Lucy joined in, supporting Daniel's claims. "Jayson, if you hadn't provoked the kidnappers, would they have targeted my sister? Why are you refusing to accept responsibility for your actions?"Mrs. Wilson, breaking away from her embrace with Elena, fixed a fierce gaze upon Jayson. Her voice dripped with intensity. "Jayson, if you think you can escape the consequences of putting my daughter through all of this, you're sorely mistaken."Jayson's suspicion grew as he observed Mrs. Wilson, Daniel, and Lucy. They seemed to be plotting something, and Elena's lowered head only added to his unease.Suddenly, a car pulled up, and an elderly man emerged from it—the long-serving butler of the prestigious Wilson family. Jayson's expression darkened as realization washed over him.Butler John confidently stepped forward, his gaze sweepi
Jayson let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes rolling in frustration. Did he really expect a dungeon to be adorned like a paradise? Turning towards the Old Taoist Fairy, he pleaded, "Fairy Taoist, please, get me out of here."The Old Taoist Fairy's expression hardened, and he scolded Jayson sharply, "You impudent brat! Address me as Grandpa Taoist, not a fairy! You won't be leaving this place anytime soon, so you'd better get used to it. This is a wonderful abode." Jayson's face twitched, a mix of disbelief and annoyance etched across his features. He cursed his misfortune countless times for becoming entangled with such a befuddling golden finger. "Then why are you here?" Jayson asked weakly, his back resting against the grimy dungeon wall, his resignation evident.The Old Taoist Fairy paced in a circle, his hands clasped behind his back, and replied nonchalantly, "I am here to grant you one wish."Jayson's eyes gleamed with avarice. In his mind, the Old Taoist Fairy transformed fro
The prison guard hurriedly rushed to inform Old Mrs. Wilson about the situation. Bursting into her study, he breathlessly relayed the news, "Madame Wilson, the prisoner continues to yell incessantly, claiming he is starving."Old Mrs. Wilson turned her gaze towards the guard, her countenance etched with disapproval. "It is not yet time for dinner. Let him endure his hunger for a while longer."With a dismissive wave of her hand, Old Mrs. Wilson dismissed the guard, who reluctantly retreated from her presence. As he made his way back to the dungeon through the dimly lit underground tunnel in the mansion's basement, he suddenly heard another thunderous cry echoing from below, "I am hungry!"Startled, the guard's footing faltered, causing him to lose his balance and tumble down the ladder. He hit the floor with an audible thud, emitting a pained groan. Struggling to regain his composure, he rose to his feet, his face drained of colour. Hastily, he ascended the ladder and swiftly departed
The prison guard clenched his teeth, frustration etched across his face. He eagerly anticipated the arrival of daybreak when he could finally switch duty posts and escape the current predicament. "Fine! I'll take you to the bathing area," the guard reluctantly agreed, his tone filled with gloom."And make sure you bring me clean clothes. The ones I'm wearing are already filthy," Jayson asserted with a serious expression.The guard's face contorted, his voice turning bitter. "You're pushing your luck, trash! Where am I supposed to find suitable attire for you?"Jayson shrugged indifferently, his response laced with nonchalance. "If you can't provide for the basic needs of prisoners, maybe you shouldn't be imprisoning people in the first place."With that, he turned his back and made his way to the prison mattress, where he lay down. The guard seethed with anger, but he begrudgingly opened the cell and retrieved the plates.*****At Dante Mansion.A sleek car came to a stop, and Elena
Mrs. Wilson stared at Elena in disbelief, her eyes wide like she had just seen a ghost. Shaking off her initial shock, she responded sharply, "What on earth do you mean, Elena? After everything Jayson put you through, why would you suddenly want him back? He's the reason you were kidnapped!""Mom, are you going to bring him back?" Elena asked, her voice surprisingly calm."Elena, you need to listen to me. If we bring Jayson back now, he'll never change. In fact, he'll probably get worse," Lucy interjected, her voice filled with frustration.Feeling overwhelmed, Elena turned away and retreated into her room, locking the door behind her. Inside, she tried to collect her thoughts, and outside, Lucy and Mrs. Wilson exchanged concerned glances."Mom, what's going on with Elena?" Lucy asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.Mrs. Wilson sighed, her brows furrowing in worry. She hadn't anticipated things taking such a sudden turn, especially with Mr. Dante's bouquet being involved.Before she
Jayson found himself utterly perplexed by the situation. Just a few days ago, Elena had been so insistent on getting rid of him that she hadn't even allowed him to return home before Butler John whisked him away. Now, as Elena broke their embrace, her face was a torrent of tears and emotions. Jayson couldn't help but sneer, unable to believe her display. "Elena, enough with the act. Your fake tears won't fool me."Elena's eyes widened in shock, desperate to explain herself, but Jayson had already turned his back on her, striding away from the living room without a second glance. "Goodnight, Grandma," Elena managed to say to Old Mrs. Wilson before chasing after Jayson.In the parking lot, Jayson stood silently, leaning against Elena's car. Taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to approach him step by step. "I..." she began, her voice trailing off, but Jayson swiftly interrupted her. "I don't want to hear whatever you have to say, Elena. I'm not interested. Just take me home."
Jayson composed himself and walked over to the wardrobe to choose a fresh suit for his outing. Elena watched him with concern, nibbling on her lower lip before cautiously speaking up, "Jayson, are you upset?"Jayson turned around, his expression icy, and retorted sharply, "Yes, Elena. I am angry. I am extremely furious. Your lack of respect for my privacy, your overbearing and possessive behaviour, it's all unreasonable. If you believe that acting this way will make you appear adorable or a devoted, jealous wife, then you need to realize how unhealthy it is for everyone involved."Elena was taken aback by Jayson's words. She pressed her lips together tightly, unsure of how to respond. As Jayson collected his suits and headed towards the dressing room, he changed without a word before emerging once more."Where are you off to?" Elena asked, her curiosity piqued.Jayson, in a huff, grabbed his phone from the bed and abruptly left the room, slamming the door behind him. He was on his way
Jayson's tongue clicked in shock as he overheard the couple's conversation. He wracked his brain, trying to recall any memories of the Saint family, but nothing tangible came to mind. He only knew them as one of the top-tier families in Jade City and nothing more.His phone interrupted his thoughts, ringing insistently. Jayson swiftly retrieved it from his pocket, glancing at the screen. Seeing that it was Mr. Sun calling, he answered without hesitation. "Boss, I've already reserved the private room. Are you still planning to come?" came Mr. Sun's voice from the other end of the line."I'm stuck in traffic, but I'll be there as soon as possible," Jayson assured him before ending the call. He then turned to the taxi driver and inquired, "How much do I owe you?"The taxi driver let out a rueful sigh and shook his head as he replied, "Sir, you were only supposed to pay fifty dollars to reach your destination, but we haven't even covered two kilometers yet.""Here," Jayson said, slipping