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 curate
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 state
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 th
The woman immediately 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 kn
The woman immediately 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
Ron entered his home that evening. He took off his shoes and went straight for the kitchen, whistling a melody. On his way, he heard the shower running. He had thought he was alone. Bella wasn’t supposed to be back home until seven. "Ha! The office must have let her off early," Ron muttered to himself, fighting a smile. He rubbed his palms together, licking his lips and making a beeline for the bathroom. Imagining Bella with her clothes off made him thirsty. His wife was a hot woman. She had the most luscious curves he had ever seen. And he always wanted a taste. "Bella," he called, but there was no way she would hear him while the shower was running. Ron hastily wiggled out of his shorts and tossed his tee shirt behind him as he entered the bathroom. Her perky butt was all he could see through the glass. He hugged her, grabbing her big breasts from behind. "Ahhh!" The woman screamed and kicked Ron in the shin. When she faced him, he realised he had just made a fatal mis
Ron stared at the flyer and went silent for a long minute. "If it's what you want, Bella, I can't refuse you. I will apply for a job at the company tomorrow morning." He wouldn't mind being a janitor,as long as it satisfied his wife. Bella had expected him to prove difficult, but Ron was always subservient towards her. She eyed her husband one last time and went to their bedroom. Although she was the CEO of the successful company she started, their home had a minimalist touch to it. The next morning, the two sisters were staring at the empty dining table with their mouth's agape. Ron surfaced from their bedroom and kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbing an apple from the fridge next. "Good morning, my sweet wife. Sena, how did you sleep?" "Where’s breakfast for crying out loud?" A confused Sena narrowed her eyes at him. "You can whip up a bowl of cereal for yourself before school. I have a job interview to get to." Sena's jaw dropped further. Her sister was sti
Ron sat down at the middle corner of the hall. Victoria Park began sharing the scripts for the job application test. The other applicants still gossiped about him and his clothes. They mocked him, betting that he would get the lowest score on the test.But Ron just folded his arms across his chest, waiting in silence for his paper so he could get this over with."No cheating, Ron!" Obnoxious Henry called out from across the grand hall. "And try not to wet your pants too much!"He laughed with the group around him until Ms. Victoria hushed them up. When she finished sharing the scripts, the grumblings increased."What the hell is this?!""I didn't sign up for a statistical math job. This is just crazy.""I got the best grades in an Ivy League college. How are my answers not in the options?!"It had only been just a minute, and so many of the applicants had sweat pouring from their faces. The room was tense.Only Ron looked calm and composed amongst the fifty of them. His hand hadn't s