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
Jason opened the door and approached Mila, who had her hands gripping her scalp and tears running down her face. He made his footsteps light. "Mila," he called softly. She sniffled, burying her face in her palms. "What is it, Jason? This isn't a great time." "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help—" "Nothing!" She snapped at him, thrashing her hands in the air while the tears streamed down her face faster. "There is nothing you or anyone else that I know can do to help me!" He held her arm, but she recoiled, moving away from him like he was a deadly plague she had to avoid. Mila ran a hand down her face. "Just try me, Mila—" "Jason! I already said you can't help me. Not even the money you won from the lottery can make you useful to me right now." She placed a palm on her forehead, turning away from him. He saw that she was upset. He tried remembering the details of the call, but he couldn’t put two and two together because he didn't hear what was being said on the ot
Earlier. Rick sat before a screen in a dark room. His thumbs furiously controlled a pad as he battled with Ander virtually. Suddenly, the lights came on, and Layla stepped into the room. She still hadn't forgiven him for visiting a hotel with another woman, but she had much to lose if things went south between them. "Rick," she whined. The clash of swords and power-ups could be heard from outside. Both focused on winning each other. Not her. Layla tried again. "Rick, we need to talk. You can't let that lowlife come between us." No answer. Furious about being ignored, Layla marched forward and ripped the controls out of his hands, tossing it on the floor. She had their attention now, but Rick was mad. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed her fear. "Rick—" "Pack your things and get the hell out of my house, you whore!" He screamed in her face. In fact, Layla should be thankful that he hadn't raised his hand to hit her. How could she have done that to him? She had stooped so low
Jason felt sorry for these men. He shook his head in pity as the ghost of a smile played on his lips. "What's that look on your face, dog?" Rick slapped the back of his head, holding back the security guards from grabbing Jason. "Do you feel like punching me in the face?" "I'd rather give you a plastic surgery with my fist." Rick and Ander shared a guffaw. They thought they had won him this time around. It was fun to walk all over the weak for them. But Jason was only just getting started with these pig-heads. "It is too bad you're the only one who'd be having their face rearranged today, Jason." Ander taunted him from the side, still watching them shred the suit to pieces. Jason glanced sideways at the senior rep and said, "Aren't you scared of bad reveiws from a client? You just let this daddy's boy throw a tantrum like he still wears diapers." Rick grabbed Jason's shoulders and shook it. That glint of mischief in his eyes raved on. "There's always someone else who could take
Jason stepped closer to Ander, while Rick stood next to them, happy about his misery. He couldn’t wait to watch poor Jason kneel before them, where he belonged. "This is certainly more fun than rearranging your face." Rick laughed, holding his torso. Vince tried to placate the two women who had unfortunately been involved in Ander's tantrums. He gestured for them to continue shopping. But they answered him with a glare. "What are you waiting for?" With a snaky smile on his face, Ander elevated his feet, giving it a small shake. "Lick it off, dog." Jason remained calm. He didn't make a move as the daddy's boy wanted. He glanced at everyone watching him now. "Yeah, but you always hide behind your daddy's money. Aren't you sick of doing that?" The skin underneath Ander's eyes twitched as Jason spoke. His chest puffed in anger. "Would you shut up and lick my fucking foot!" Rick held his friend's shoulder, stopping him from attacking by standing in between them. "Well, you'd never
Jason loved the horror on their faces as Vince confirmed the price of the item. They had been foolish enough to get caught in his trap. He knew they didn't have that much money on them. And their Daddy's weren't here to bail them out. It was the restaurant all over again, when Ander couldn't pay for all the dishes Mila ordered. Rick nudged Ander's side. "You've been gushing about that overseas investor all week. So, foot the bill." Ander stared at him in shock. He wanted to yell, but comported himself when he noticed all the attention was still on them. "After the last incident at Eden, my father suspended my card. I don't have 2 million to spare," he whispered. "This was your idea, you bastard." Rick yelled instead, moving from his side. "You're the one in this challenge with the dog. Do something about it." Ander scratched the back of his neck. His face flushed from how loud Rick's voice was. Everyone had heard them. He needed to save face and prove Jason wrong now. "I don'
Jason hadn't realised that Tegan Olsen had prepared him a gift prior to this. The man whom he had taught a lesson because he messed with Mila owed him his life now. Darius Rickard would have hung his right hand's head in his office like a chandelier if it weren't for him and Logan, who helped him repay his debt to the mob. Now, Tegan would spend the rest of his life paying them back the 200 million he owed them. If Jason wanted the man to get on his knees and bark, he would. Ander craned his head behind Jason, but no one stood there. The only person in the direction the manager pointed at was...Jason. No way. He shook his head. It could never be the dog. He let out a soft laugh. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't see anyone there." "Are you blind, Mr. Devereux?" Tegan spared him a pointed look, approaching Jason for clarity. "That limited shoe edition belongs to him." Rick ran a nervous hand down his face, placing it on his waist. "Si—Sir. He's your friend? But...But how do you kno
"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