But as soon as Adina said that, she let out a sharp cry and Ron noticed that she had begun to sweat profusely, which was not good. She ingested a high quantity of the poison and it could lead to significant damage. He moved closer to the back door and touched her stomach without warning. She immediately jerked at the feel of his touch on her skin, as if it had been too cold and intense for her warmth. Her lips worked to protest against his touch, but she couldn’t find the words. His hands on her body had brought her some semblance of relief. “The poison is still circulating, but if we don’t act now, it might cause further damage,” Ron told her. He bunched up her blouson top, exposing her stomach. Ron pulled out the pins in his back pocket and started performing acupuncture. Adina immediately began to relax.To her surprise, the striking pain subsided and she had gotten herself again. Adina sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, heavens, I really need a shower,” she mumbled.“You’re good a
Adina could have never imagined that Ron had such concrete evidence up his sleeve. She couldn’t narrow down how he had gotten his hands on that.Ron had to tap into Bella’s CCTV account. He knew the password and everything and with it, he could access all footage of their house and Fashion Factor.In fact, he hadn’t checked before. It was just now he even confirmed his suspicions that Adina had wanted to humiliate him in front of the client and cause him to lose his job.“As you can see, I’m not the one you should arrest,” Ron said and the officer behind the desk watched the footage twice before settling his gaze on the tense director.He tapped his ear piece. “There’s a case here that needs to be resolved. Yes, about to bring in a new offender for questioning.”Adina’s eyes widened like saucers. She had come to send Ron to jail and now it had backfired. She shot to her knees, snot leaking down face mingled with tears.Her palms rubbed hard together as she begged. The officer stood up
Ron squinted at the scene. Her breasts were as round as a football in front of her chest. With each movement, they jiggled, revealing how plumpy and velvety they were. There was no doubt that it was Ms. Victoria Park, the assistant director, who was being assaulted by a man over there. He remembered the tears he had seen in her eyes earlier.Something must definitely be wrong. Ron approached without a second thought, glimpsing the gun the assailant carried under his blazer. “I’ll give four seconds to walk away still in tact,” he said as soon as he stood next to Victoria.The hands around her neck loosened and she managed to free herself, jerking back and hacking while on the tarred floor.The man dressed in black and with black gloves glowered at him, but there was a little apprehension there. It was either Ron was stupid or he was really confident in his abilities.“You have two seconds left.”“Huh, I think you have lesser time than that.” He took out his gun immediately, hands on
Ron stared at her one last time before raising his hands in surrender and turning away from her. He walked with his back, looking at her again.“Be safe. I’ll get going now, Ms. Victoria,” Ron called out before heading back to the entrance of the building.There were still a few hours left in the day for work. He made a stop at the department store near the HQ and got himself a change of clothes. Victoria Park came to his mind again. It was clear there was something seriously wrong with the woman. It might have to do with the director as well. He whistled a tune as he walked into Fashion Factor, putting a reminder on his phone to pick up his ruined suit from the dry cleaner after work.As he was doing that, another text popped up on his phone from Bella.“What time does your shift end?” Ron thought long and hard, she was referring to his job as a security guard because she didn’t know he was part of the PR department yet.He glanced at the security department and noticed that one of
Ron extended his hands, frowning hard at his wife. How could she even think of that? If Bella could see herself through his eyes, then she’d know that he’d be mad to ever think of doing that.“That’s practically impossible. I took a vow and I will abide by it to the day I die,” Ron replied, eyes vague with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.There was a possibility that Ron wasn’t referring to just their wedding vows, but Bella couldn’t prove that. She eyed him warily. He stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulder and staring into her eyes sincerely. “I didn’t want to distract you. The call was from an unknown number. It was not worth ruining your peaceful moment.”Bella could still feel how good his hands felt on her. Like the first time he had skillfully massaged her body, her nipples hardened and heat built between her legs.She began to see Ron in a new light. Indeed, she had married one of the most handsome men in the country. Many would die to kiss a man like her husband.
Ron had a memory from his past life and all the horrors that had come with it. He held the wall in the hallway next to the elevator, forcing him to believe that he was just seeing things. It was not possible, Ron decided and he pressed the button for the ground floor. Bella was safe in her company. Meanwhile, he needed to distract himself.He hailed a taxi and made his way to the Freckles. The job for Tilly was still pending. He intended to wrap it up quickly.“Shit,” Ron muttered when he realised he had forgotten to pick up his clothes from the dry cleaner. “Now I’d have to come back. The driver glanced at him through the rear view mirror. “The name’s Jason. Do you think you could give me a five star rating on the app?”Ron nodded, doing as he asked while the ride went on. It took about ten minutes for the man to weave through traffic and drop him off at the main entrance of the bar.Dull energy hovered about the space, but it was not yet past seven pm when nightlife usually kicked
That didn’t sound convincing to the boy waiter and Jonas saw his chance to ruin Ron further. He let out a laugh, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s obviously lying. This man is a lowlife who cooks and cleans for his rich wife every day.” Jonas scoffed and glared at Ron. “I’m certain he’s just here to beg money from the manager. You should send him away now.”The boy waiter observed him. He looked well-dressed in his business suit, but it was nothing flashy as he had just picked it up from the department store earlier. “Is what he said true, sir?”Ron nodded. “I am married to a beautiful woman whom I adore and cook and clean for because I don’t want her to lift a finger. If I could have my way, she would stop working, but unfortunately, my wife would have my head if I suggested that.”“Look here, Andre, I will give him my most exquisite painting worth a whole lot of millions if this man is here to do anything else other than beg.” Jonas sniggered because he didn’t believe a word
Jonas looked between the three of them. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs, realising that the customers in the bar were already focused on the scene.He didn’t realise they had piqued so much interest. People mumbled behind his back, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He knew that his reputation as a mogul was about to be destroyed right here. Why hadn’t he just gone on his way after they jammed at the door? He could have waited to plot with the gangster again and take Ron down for certain.“There’s no need to be like that, Ron,” Jonas let out a nervous laugh.Ron smiled coldly. “You know, I wonder who looks like the beggar right now. If you claim to have so much money, then doing that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”He could have overlooked it for anyone else, but Jonas knew that would never be the case now. His fists clenched at his side as he glowered at Ron.This was payback. He could feel it. “It was just a harmless joke—““Mr. Jonas, you are wasting my