“Are you insane?” Mr Adam shouted as Joe walked out of the estate the following day. “This plan is the only way out,” Joe said in a low tone as one of the maids passed by him. “There are other ways to approach this!” Mr Adam said in a firm voice. “What do you expect me to do? Silence her with money, Rosie’s father is freaking rich. She’s not going to want my money. The only way I can stop her is by doing this.” Mr. Adam furrowed his brows. “So you think kidnapping her would actually stop her? Aren’t you thinking about the consequences that comes with it, what if the media finds out?” “I'm going to be too careful, " Joe said, getting into the car. There’s no need to worry.” Mr Adam didn’t look convinced by Joe’s words, but he didn’t say anything after that. Joe started his car, zooming off immediately. His eyes were focused as he navigated the city streets, eventually pulling up at the diner Timothy had mentioned. As he entered, Joe could feel eyes on him. People whispered an
“So, you need someone taken care of?” Ben asked bluntly, turning to look at Joe and Timothy, who were walking behind him. His eyes were on Joe, and Joe saw this as his cue to respond. “Not exactly taken care of,” Joe replied, feeling the weight of Ben’s stare. “Just... managed. I want you to make sure she knows she’s overstepped.” Ben’s lips curled into a smirk. “Right. The ex-girlfriend, huh?” Joe glanced at Timothy, who shrugged. “Ben’s a man who likes to stay informed.” Joe took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “She’s been spreading lies. She is doing everything she can to ruin me. I need her... discouraged. But I don’t want it to come back to me.” Ben crossed his arms, eyeing Joe thoughtfully. “Discouraged. Alright. I’ll see what I can do. But there’s a price.” Joe nodded. “Money isn’t an issue.” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Good. Then we’re on the same page.” Ben turned to look at Timothy. “You know what to do.” Timothy nodded, and after that, they turned to lea
Joe stepped into his office the next morning. As he made his way inside, he was greeted by Jeremy, who had a sad look on his face."Morning, sir," Jeremy said as he moved closer to Joe.Joe sighed. “Don’t tell me something terrible happened this morning.”Jeremy took a deep breath. "We lost an investor this morning—one of the big ones," he explained. "The board wants to discuss how we're going to manage this... they’re waiting for you in the boardroom."Joe nodded, setting his briefcase down before making his way toward the boardroom. As he entered, he was greeted by a line of faces—some anxious, some outright disapproving."Joe, we've been expecting you," Mr. Maxwell said, gesturing toward an empty seat at the table."I'm aware," Joe responded, taking a seat as the board members exchanged glancesJoe took his place at the head of the table, glancing around as the others settled.Mr. Maxwell cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. We h
Joe felt his stomach twist as he pulled up downtown. He stepped out of his car, glancing around to ensure he wasn’t being watched, as he took a step forward. He saw Timothy standing by his car at the entrance “What happened?” Joe asked. Timothy glanced around, lowering his voice as he spoke. “Walk with me,” he said. Timothy directed Joe down a path as they moved farther. Their footsteps echoed against the dusty concrete. Timothy paused in front of a building when he stepped in; he led Joe to a room where Ben was pacing angrily, his face twisted with rage. Two of Ben’s men stood nearby, visibly injured. One was nursing a swollen arm, the other with a bruise on his cheek. Ben stopped mid-pace when he saw Joe, and his gaze darkened. “You!” Ben snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Joe before charging over to grab Joe by his tie. Joe stumbled backward, his collar pulling tight around his neck as Ben's grip tightened. “Hey!” Timothy shouted, stepping forward and placing a
“What are you doing here?” Joe asked. The anger in his tone couldn’t be missed. Rosie’s face lit up with a mocking smile as she leaned forward, placing her legs on the corner of the desk. "I came to pay you a little visit," she replied, some seconds later flashing Joe a warm smile. "I also came to tell you to watch your back, " she added in a firm voice. "Get out of my office, Rosie!" he barked at the sound of her words. Rosie didn’t flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin defiantly and crossed her arms. "Don’t shout at me, Joe," she said with a mock pout. "I’m only here to visit. It’s not like I’m planning to stay forever." During that moment she moved her feet from the Desk and stood on her feet. She didn’t stop until she was standing right in front of his desk, arms crossed. Joe’s jaw clenched as he brushed past her. He reached for the phone on his desk to call security. Before he could dial, Rosie raised a hand, stopping him. "If you go ahead and call security," she said s
“These are company records,” Joe said, more to himself than anyone else, his tone growing louder with each sentence. “Here, look at this.”Mr Adam said, handing him a document. Joe read through it, and the shocking look on his face only grew. “They indicate that Jack’s company is involved in drug trafficking, and Rosie—Rosie is part of her father’s illegal business. Her signature is here...and so is her brother Brandon’s!” “All these documents belong to Jack Duch!” Joe said slowly. Joe looked up at Mr. Adam, who stood quietly across from him. "How did you get these?" Joe asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew Mr. Adam had connections, but this level of information—it was surprising. Mr. Adam shrugged, keeping his tone calm. "I have my ways, Joe. I placed a call and got in contact with people who dislike Jack’s business practices as much as we do." Joe took a moment to process it all. Then, a sly grin spread across his face as he realized the implications. "If we release this to
“You’re dreaming, Rosie. It’s time to wake up.” Rosie scoffed, taking a step forward. “I don’t know what’s making you feel on top of the world. But let me remind you about the fact that I have evidence that you tried to hurt me. Evidence that I am yet to release.” Joe shook his head. "Do you want you want Rosie? I’m not going to beg you or fall at your feet." He let out another laugh, watching as her expression shifted. “I have the upper hand now.” She frowned, confused. "Upper hand?” "Haven’t you seen what’s trending?" Joe’s smirk only widened as he watched her reaction. "Your family is the talk of the city. Your father and his shady dealings are out in the open now." "That has nothing to do with you," Rosie shot back, her voice rising in defeat. "And it certainly doesn’t change the fact that you’re a lying piece of—" "No, it doesn’t change anything about me," Joe interrupted coolly. "But it has everything to do with you. The fact that you and your family are drug traffickers,
“This is good news!” John said, pulling himself backward. He had almost wrapped his hands around Cherry, but that was because he couldn’t control his joy. Mr Leon had agreed to meet up. Joe looked up at Cherry, who had a wide smile on her face. “What time is the meeting?” He asked, keeping his tone professional. “Tomorrow morning,” Cherry replied, looking pleased. She turned to leave, but Joe called her back. “Cherry—before you go, can you remind Jeremy to send me that email with the latest updates?” “Of course, sir,” Cherry nodded, leaving with a satisfied smile. The next morning, Joe stepped into the lobby of Leon Corporation. He approached the receptionist’s desk, and she looked up, giving him a polite smile. “Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment?” she asked, already typing away at her computer. “Yes,” Joe replied smoothly. “The name is Mr. Turner.” The receptionist’s eyes lit up. “Ah, yes, I spoke with your assistant yesterday. I’m glad we could fit