Jonas grinned evily at the paper in his hands, but he immediately touched the side of his face, which still hurt from where Ron had repeatedly slapped him. "Ouch," he moaned in pain, and the man with him in the room had to rush and get an ice pack for his cheek. "Use this." "Thank you, Robert." Jonas held the cold compress against his skin, going through the paper again. "Where did you learn this piece of information?" "It was footage from the black box of Bella Humphrey's car. The couple had been arguing and she mentioned it." Jonas threw his head back and laughed, wincing when his cheek hurt again and pressing the cold compress firmly to his face this time. He bobbed his head. “You've done well. The funds will be wired into your account, but first I need you to find me a hit man." Robert snapped his fingers and quickly reached for his tablet on the center table. Handing it over to his boss, he tapped open the gallery. "There are three trusted options on there curated
Ron stared in shock at his superior. She was fuming like wildfire. He stood from his seat and held out his hands, stopping her from coming closer. "Ms. Adina, I can explain—" "Is this what I hired you to do?!" she screamed at him, not even allowing him the chance to speak. "You're playing video games while others are working their butts off!" The staff in the office floor left their tasks and started murmuring at the scene playing out. Ron wasn't bothered by it, but he needed the crazy woman in front of him to back off. "That's not what happened," he said. "Because of your unprofessionalism, I will deduct 30% of your salary for two months!" "You can't do that." "Be thankful I didn't fire you just now!" Ms. Adina kissed her teeth and whirled around to leave his cubicle, but Ron cleared his throat sharply and stopped her in her tracks. "Why will you deduct my salary when I've completed all my tasks?" he pocketed his hands while asking. The furious woman looked over he
Ron tripped over something hard and turned on the flashlight of his phone immediately. He cursed under his breath, noticing his dusty palms from where he had caught his fall. The director hadn't even left him any cleaning supplies. Ron scratched his head. He didn't know where to begin. "Stupid shit," he cursed at himself when he remembered that he had thought that the woman brought him here to request for sex. He should have known better. It was three hours remaining until the office would wrap up for the day. There was no way he could clean this entire room before then without any equipment. He turned to the door lock and saw that it was a tricky kind. It couldn't easily be hacked. Bella had made sure to use top notch equipment in setting up her company's headquarters. But Ron was already calculating the mechanics of the door in his mind. The blueprints were in his mind and he analysed it by himself, putting two and two together. "This must have been designed by a genius,
Ron dropped his burger and wiped his hands with a napkin. The others didn't even notice when he left the table. They were too engrossed in their gossip to pay attention. "Sena, I need you to slow down and tell me what's going on." He left the building, already hailing an Uber. There was still some cash left from what Sena had borrowed him this morning. It would be enough to take him to her destination. "Ron! My close friend, Dahlia, got into trouble with some thugs. She just sent me an sos and I didn't know who else to call. You have to hurry!" An Uber stopped for him and Ron told the man where he wanted to go and the car started moving. It took him ten minutes to arrive at the University. He was still on the phone with Sena. She was too scared for her friend to be alone where she was. Being in contact with Ron made her feel hopeful that Dahlia would survive. "They are threatening to take her away and have their way with her," Sena's tears spilled harder, "Ron, you have to find h
The leader of the thugs kicked the security guard in the face, blood spurted from his nose immediately and he groaned in pain, holding his face as they laughed. Ron outsmarted the men holding him at gun point. He was too swift for them and before they knew it, their guns were on the floor while they pissed their pants. “How—How did you do that?” one of them stuttered, falling back from the scene. “Don’t try to understand how. You could never.” Ron hit the side of his hand on the thug’s neck, paralyzing him and the other one moved away, picking up a baton to arm himself. The leader who held Dahlia captive squeezed the scruff of her neck which he held and she screamed, begging Ron to save her with her gaze on him. “Your face was all over the tabloids a while ago. Aren’t you married to Bella Humphrey?” the thug grinned because he had just discovered who Ron really was. “The pauper who married into wealth. I hear your job is to cook and clean for the heiress. What a useless son-in-la
But the director raised her hand to halt her guards from coming closer. She studied the scene and the guns on the floor and even the black masks. One man couldn’t have owned all of these. She sighed in annoyance, raising an angry brow at the liars. “So you are not the owners of these guns and masks?” The thug shook his head, a bit afraid, showing her his damaged hand, “We are not, Ms. Tilly! He came at all of us and began harming us. We tried to stop him from trespassing on school premises.” “Miles, because your father is part of the government does not give you immunity from every stupid decision you make.” “But I did nothing wrong!” He gestured wildly, eyeing the security guard and his daughter to keep shut while he framed Ron. “How would a useless son-in-law have access to firearms?” she crossed her arms over her chest, revealing that she knew just who Ron was, and coming closer. “You took your father’s things and decided to come and cause trouble at my university. Was it the
The woman stood straight up like the past minute didn't happen. Ron narrowed his eyes at her, noticing the way her muscles were now tense. She turned to her bodyguards and said, "This matter would be addressed in my office. Take the three of them first. I'll see Miles Sterling and his group afterwards." Miles wore a triumphant smile. He knew he had just won the director over and he no longer had to worry about getting out of trouble. "But ma'am," the security guard held his bloody face, struggling to speak, "You can see that we are clearly not at fault. They attacked us." "Don't you get it. All of you are at fault for using violence in my school!" she snapped and Dahlia began to tremble. She was a transfer student, whose enrollment was based on a full-paid scholarship. Having a bad record with the school authorities could make her lose it and she didn't want that. Her father was just a mere guard. He couldn't afford to pay for her tuition if she lost this one and no one kne
A few minutes later, they were in her office. The director wasn't sure what a lowlife-husband like Ron could possibly do to end what seasoned doctors have tried to put an end to and failed, but she sat still regardless. She didn't sit still in anticipation of a miracle, she anticipated his failure. “I have a feeling you are just wasting my time, Mr. Ron. Who knows you may have just made a lucky guess outside.” She squinted at him while he prepared. “You are right. I might have just been lucky, but shouldn’t we find out?” Ron could see the wheels in the director's head working and calculating. She was looking down on him just like everybody else has done to him since he got to this city. He smirked, anticipating the look of disappointment on her face when he proved her wrong. “So now what?” The director said, breaking into his thoughts. “First, you have to sit on this table and lift up your shirt.” The director didn't understand what he meant by what he had just said.
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.” She push
He took a seat beside one of his colleagues, “Good evening. Can you share with me your slides?” Ron wanted to figure out what exactly Adina intended on doing to solve her problem. His colleague opened it up and showed it to him. He saw that they include pressure as one of the tools to secure Erica Rowling’s partnership. Ron shook his head. A woman like that would despise being pressured. “This is the only idea you’ve come up with?” His colleague shrugged. “The director asked us to put this down from the get go. Not much work has been done yet.” Kate slid into the chair next to Ron, packing her hair into a bun. Ron eyed the flawless skin of her neck, it looked like velvet. He was a sucker for good skin. She noticed he had been staring. “What’s wrong, Ron?” “Oh, nothing. You have great skin—“ Adina slapped the table in between them from behind, so they hadn’t seen her coming. A storm brewed in her gaze as she shouted. “I don’t want to see anyone engaging in conversati