"Get. Lost," Jason said, and the woman's jaw dropped. She eyed him, becoming even more furious. He looked lower than her class. Poor and wretched. So, who was he to challenge her? "Just wait and see!" She put her phone to her ear, dialling the manager and glaring at him. "You are so dead meat." Jason just stood there, scared to his bones—pfft. Of course, he wasn't. "When you are done making a fool of yourself, tell me." He grabbed an empty chair, sitting down on this path through the restaurant's dining room. She fumed at his audacity, shouting into the call. "Come out here now! There's a pervert harassing your customer, Brady!" The manager of Eden came outside, rushing towards them. The sight of the chaos in his five-star establishment had him flustered. "Ms. Claire, what is the matter?" he bowed to her and could as well kiss the ground she walked. "I want this man arrested." The tip of Claire's finger was in his face. Jason swatted her hand away. Brady frowned, "Him? Are
"This man harassed me, and then he stole my bank card!" Claire whined to the woman that had just entered the scene. She appeared collected and calm and far from impulsive like Claire. Jason thought she had beautiful eyes. His arms hurt from how the guards held him up, so he bared his teeth and hissed. They hadn't handcuffed him yet. Jason was still looking for a way out. "But you didn't come out with your bank card, Claire." The woman reasoned in a calm voice. "Remember? In the car you complained about forgetting it at your apartment." Claire's cheeks heated. Her valid reason for handcuffing Jason had just withered into thin air. She chewed on her bottom lip, guilty. "Do not handcuff him. He didn't steal her card. It was already lost," the woman spoke to the guards, but they wouldn't let him go. They sought Brady's opinion first, and when he gave the signal, they released Jason's arm but still stood right next to him. "Thank you," Jason said as he made eye contact with the woman
Layla froze, body shaking. "How dare you lie against me?!" Jason scoffed. "You are the only liar here, Layla." "This is how you've always been. You bullied me while we dated, and you are doing it again!" "Is it memory loss?" Jason faked concern for her. "You took off your clothes and spread your legs for me on that bed. You wanted me to fuck you like the whore you are—" "Watch your mouth!" Rick growled. And Jason locked eyes with him as he continued, "Layla, you tried convincing me to do it. Rick would never know, you said. Two men all to yourself. That was what you wanted." "It's funny how you consider yourself a man." "We've been through this, Ander," Jason immediately sighed, "A daddy's boy has no right to speak. He's already half of one." Rick growled again, "Shut your mouth! If you talk to her like that again, I won't hold back!" Claire and the woman at her side were quickly forgotten as both men stared themselves down. Jason would never let them win. "Layla, tell him
Jason shifted to a corner. He said into the phone. "Hello?" "I couldn’t get to you. Where did you keep your phone, young master?" "Raymond, is that you?" Jason squinted in shock while he faced the wall. "Of course, it's me! Who else could it be?" he chuckled. "Are you having fun on your date?" "There's more drama than fun, believe me." Jason adjusted the knot of his tie. "I knew you'd like Julane—" "I haven't even met her," Jason peered at the eyes behind that still watched him, "I'm in a slight pickle, and you have to get me out of it." Most of the customers in this dining area had already left. The few that remained still gossiped about him. "Who am I teaching a lesson this time?" "It seems you know Brady well." "I own parts of Eden. I'm the largest shareholder." "Great. Get him to turn against those platinum idiots." * Jason walked back to the group. Ander and Rick cast him death glares while Layla couldn't meet his eye. Claire and the woman at her side wore curious fr
Jason turned back to them. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the manager had stopped to say something, too. "Jason," Brady bowed, looking contrite, "The table Mr. Raymond booked for your date is over there. For the sake of the inconveniences you just faced, everything you will order tonight will be on the house." Jason nodded, and the man left again. Julane made eye contact with him, shocked at the name the manager just called him. He had been right about her. He rubbed a sweaty hand over his mouth. "Are you Julane Halston?" "Are you... Jason?" She tossed a question right back. Jason nodded, shocked stiff that she had been the one all along. The fiancée he had come here to have a date with. Then, he remembered the flowers he got for her. He picked it up from the table nearest to them. "Have this. I got it for you." Jason straightened the already wrinkled petals. He hadn't treated the pretty rose flower well because of all the distractions. He prayed she would like it, b
Jason brushed past her as he got into the backseat of her car. Nathaniel Halston must be a really rich man, he thought. Julane flanked him on the backseat. An arm rest separated them, and two filled wine glasses stood in the cup holder at the end of the arm rest. "I think we've seen enough of wines tonight." Jason gave his stained dress shirt a once-over. "I couldn't agree more." They shared a laugh. "Seriously, I'm so sorry about the scene Claire made. She's always been hard to deal with. I was no match for her—" He turned his head while resting it against the backrest, looking at her. "You don't have to explain yourself to me." Julane smiled, tucking a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. A while later. The car came to a halt. The glasses were tinted, and Jason couldn’t see a thing happening outside. He expected to see his dirt-cheap neighbourhood when he stepped out of the car, but instead, he saw a men's boutique. "I had to g****e the best place arond here," she
Jason eyed the pocket money Julane handed him. For a long minute, he just stood there watching the atm card in her hands. It was flashy, nothing he had ever seen before."You didn't have to do this for me—""No, but if you are going to be my husband, you will have to look the part." Julane insisted, holding out the card.Jason's lips thinned. He saw it in her eyes. She was looking down on him now, thinking he was worth nothing, thinking that she couldn't afford to be seen with him in public.The corner of Jason's mouth twitched. His plan to play the pauper had worked too well.Then, he said on a sigh, "I take pride in working for my money. Thank you for your kindness, but I will pass." Jason turned to the exit while she frowned in shock. He had just refused free money. A pauper like him. It wasn't ordinary.Julane said, "This isn't just any bank card! There are only four of it existing." She stood in his path, raising the card before him, goading him to take it."I see.""Where I'm f
It was a person. Someone rammed into him from behind, and the shock caused Jason to lose his balance. He fell, only to realise that his phone had gone missing from his pocket. "Shit," he cursed under his breath.When he tried standing up, a foot came down on his head. Jason groaned, raising his hands to block the hits as much as he could. He couldn't see their faces. It seemed they were just mere armed robbers.A while later. Jason's entire body ached. He struggled to get on his feet. His pockets had been emptied. Phone, wallet, everything was gone. All because of Julane's hot head.He cursed again, getting on his feet and managing to get to his apartment. Mila heard him fumble with the lock. She immediately came to the door and opened it.Her eyes widened. "Jason! Oh my god! What happened to you?" She put his arm over her shoulder and helped him inside.She sat him down on the common room's sofa, rushing into her bedroom to get the first aid kit he had purchased on her behalf.Mila
"Very well. I need you to help me get revenge on a few people outside.""But sir." The man fumbled with his hands, looking nothing like the confident man he was before. "How—How am I supposed to do that?""Don't worry about that part. You just have to do exactly as I say."Jason swiped a pen and paper from the other end of the desk to himself. He began penning down punishments for every one of them who had belittled him today.He listed their names and detailed how the revenge plan would go down to the last. When he finished, he folded the paper in half, pressing his fingers down on the new edge."Study it. I'll be right back." He handed the man the folded paper and left his office.Jason climbed down the stairs. To his relief, they were all still waiting for him to get back. Although Claire was on her feet, trying to get her cousin to leave with her.He said nothing to them as he sat down in his chair.Julane spoke first, "I see you've decided to stay.""We are on a date. It would be
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
The woman's five inch heels clapped loudly on the tiled ground. Her skin was flawless, though it was clear she had aged a lot.Her presence was enough to stop time. Everyone forgot themselves while watching her approach, including Jason.He had never seen this face before, but no one had to tell him she was money. It screamed all around her. "Director Lancaster," the woman nodded once, checking her rolex watch, "Are you busy with something now? I have much to discuss with you."She didn't spare Jason and Mila or the rest of the staff a glance. Her eyes pinned on Lancaster alone.The man stammered. "Mrs. Clarke!" His head lowered as he fumbled with his hands. "Have I kept you waiting for long? Forgive me if that was the case."Jason heard her name and really looked at her. Things had just gotten interesting. He wouldn't be surprised if she belonged to the family Logan had spoken about. "You are forgiven. Let's discuss the surgery procedure for my husband now. I didn't like a few line
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Jason brushed past the annoying guards, making a mental note to handle them later. He stopped at the front desk, angst."Where's Mr. Raymond?" He looked over his shoulder, tapping his fingers on the granite slabs. "I was told I would find him here.” The staff behind the desk gave Jason a once over. She immediately saw that he wasn’t the usual guest Life Haven was used to having. “Which Raymond, sir? Are you certain that you aren’t in the wrong location?” She began checking the system in front of her, like she wasn’t just trying to delay him.Impatiently, Jason said, “I’m here to see the General Manager of Maxe. What is his room number?”“Can I see your ID first? There are a few hospital procedures for visitors.”Jason slipped his identity card across to her. She took it, peering at it for a long minute. When she scanned the bar code on it, his profile opened up and she was able to see much about him.Undoubtedly, the fact that he was an Uber driver would be on there. The woman hande
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Jason fell back a step, steadying himself with the hand on the counter. From the corner of his eye, he saw the strange look that Morris had passed him. "Shit, Logan. Are you sure?" Jason rubbed a hand over his mouth and left it there in shock. "He was just in the office... I think you should come down here." His cell phone pinged again. Jason took it down from his ear and read the message that had just come in. Logan had just texted him the directions to Life Haven Hospital. He'd heard that name before, but Jason couldn't bother himself now with where he had come across it. "Morris." Jason pocketed his phone and gave his friend a bro shake across the counter. "Think about what I've said. Something urgent came up, and I've got to run." "Is everything okay?" He paused with mixing the cocktail, staring at him. Jason knew what he meant. He wouldn't have come down here if he didn't have something on his mind bothering him. "Yeah, I just earned a big paycheck. Nothing crazy, but I w