The revelation left the room shrouded in a heavy silence as everyone grappled with the unexpected turn of events. Ainslie, still holding the promise of the deal she had secured, exchanged a concerned glance with her father, uncertain of how to navigate the sudden setback. The air hung with tension, waiting for an explanation that would unravel the mystery behind the lost deal. Mark's rage simmered as no one dared to provide an answer to his question. "First, the Wyatt Group didn't give us the deal, and now they dare to snatch this deal from us?" Dulgad, attempting to explain the dire situation, shook his head. "It's been less than 72 hours, Father, and we've suffered so many losses. We've lost some of our investors and millions of dollars, all because of the Wyatt Group.""What the heck?" Mark scoffed, his frustration palpable. "This is crazy.""But, Dulgad, are you sure? I mean… this deal is ours. I had done everything to secure it, so how can it just be given to the Wyatt Grou
As the video unfolded, Mark's face contorted in disbelief. The video depicted Ainslie in a compromising situation, seducing Mr. Jockey and removing his clothes. Ainslie's voice echoed in the room, making Mark's shock intensify."I will satisfy you so much that you'd give the deal to me when I'm done with you, Mr. Jockey. I'll handle you in a way no woman has ever done," Ainslie's voice proclaimed, her laughter audible as the video ended with her disrobing."You see, I'm not lying," Mr. Jockey asserted, taking the phone back and staring at Ainslie, who was now unable to lift her gaze in shame.Ainslie, caught off guard, closed her eyes, grappling with the revelation. The room fell into a stunned silence as Mark and Dulgad tried to process the shocking turn of events, torn between disbelief and the unsettling truth before them."So, Um, Ainslie, I'm sorry your company didn't get the deal. If you had thought of using your brain instead of your…" Mr. Jockey sneered, staring at her from
Pointing at Ainslie, Mark covered the distance between them, staring at her with red eyes. "How dare you humiliate me this much in less than an hour? Huh?!" Ainslie couldn't utter a word but shook her head nervously, still holding onto her cheek, which felt like it could fall off if she let go."I see why you came back home that night and asked for a divorce because it was your conscience pricking you, and you wanted to get rid of Bryson. I'm so disappointed in you that you stoop so low on these occasions.""Father, I…I…""Ssh! Ainslie, your actions have consequences, and they are going to ruin this family's image. Do you fucking know how long it took me to build our reputation? I never for once did anything stupid when my father was alive because I wanted to earn his respect and honors, but you did the opposite. If the press gets hold of these stinky photos here or the video Mr. Jockey showed us, then do you know what will become of this family, me especially?! I'll be a laughin
Ainslie shook her head and laughed. "This is just a mere coincidence, and I'm sure you've got no involvement in it. So quit acting like you're some big man who could pull all this off. Stop jubilating over what you did not do." She sneered. "I'll get back at you for treating me this way, mark my words, Bryson." He released his grip on her, and she pushed him away, leaving the room. Bryson smiled slyly as he rubbed his nose. "Let's see how you make me pay then." The tension lingered, leaving the Pegasus mansion fraught with secrets, accusations, and a web of intertwined destinies. Later that evening, in the Pegasus living room, the family tried to gather the pieces of their shattered unity. Mark, sitting in silence, finally spoke up."Ainslie, we need an explanation. We can't move forward without you clearing the air." Ainslie, standing before her family, took a deep breath. "Father, I didn't plan for any of this. I had taken that video and those photos as a desperate measure
As the room plunged into darkness, they shed their clothes, surrendering to a moment of passionate intimacy. An hour later, Ainslie lay in Clinton's embrace, her head resting on his chest as he stroked it tenderly. Naked under the duvet, they shared a quiet moment of respite. In the aftermath, Clinton's thoughts turned to Bryson, and a sneer formed on his lips. "How dare that miserable thing mock you? What gives him the right?" Ainslie, concerned about her ongoing relationship with Bryson, sought reassurance. "I don't know. We need to do something about him, Clinton because it doesn't seem like my ties with him will be severed anytime soon.""Don't worry, babe. This time, it will be me who takes action," Clinton declared, a sly smile playing on his lips.Looking up at him, Ainslie inquired, "What else can we do?""Eliminate him," Clinton uttered, his words carrying a sinister tone."What?" As Ainslie grasped the gravity of his suggestion, her eyes widened, and she sat up, instinc
After a while of keeping them in suspense, Bryson revealed. "I want to learn martial arts. Get me a teacher." Marissa's eyes widened in surprise. "Master Bryson, there are plenty of guards already protecting you. I'm also here. You don't need to learn martial arts."Rambo, standing nearby, chimed in, "Young Master, I believe the existing security measures are sufficient." Bryson, however, remained resolute. "I've made up my mind. I want to be able to defend myself. Find me a good teacher, Rambo." Marissa tried to dissuade him further. "Young Master, it's unnecessary. Your safety is our top priority." Ignoring her concerns, Bryson commanded, "Rambo, get me a martial arts teacher. Someone skilled and experienced." Rambo hesitated for a moment, knowing the challenges that lay ahead. "Mr. Kong is a renowned martial arts instructor. He can help you, Young Master.""Then get him for me," Bryson ordered firmly, his determination unwavering. "I want to start training as soon as po
After dinner, Ainslie retreated to her room, where the anticipation of a message from Clinton awaited her. As she glanced at her phone, she couldn't help but grin in excitement upon reading his words, "Babe, Bryson is going to die tonight." The sinister message ignited a crooked smile on Ainslie's face."Just send him to get you something from the pharmacy ten minutes away from the house and I will handle it from there." Lifting her gaze from the message, Ainslie reveled in the devious plan forming in her mind. The unsettling smile lingered as she contemplated the impending events. Her satisfaction was palpable, knowing that the seeds of deception she had planted were beginning to bear fruit. As the approaching footsteps reached Ainslie's ears, she hastily took an uncomfortable position on the bed. The door swung open, revealing Bryson, who walked in only to be met with Ainslie's agonized screams."Ahh, damn, this pain is killing me," she groaned, clutching her tummy and roll
A while later, as Bryson slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a heap of stuffed sacks, a dark bag tightly over his head. Through the tiny holes in the bag, he could make out the blurry shapes of people surrounding him. As he groaned, their laughter erupted, a cacophony of taunts echoing in the unknown warehouse. Amid the laughter, they removed the sack bag, revealing Bryson's disoriented face. Blinking against the sudden light, he realized he was surrounded by a dozen men, each wielding a menacing weapon. Struggling to orient himself, Bryson demanded, "Who the hell are you people?" The apparent leader, a menacing figure, approached, and with a cruel smile, kicked Bryson. Reacting swiftly, Bryson retaliated with a headbutt, catching the leader off guard. Enraged, the others descended upon him, delivering blows and kicks. Just as Bryson felt the weight of the assault, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Let him be, guys." The assailants halted immedi