The Kaiden patriarch was furious. His face was twisted in anger, and he slammed his hands on the table. "Jeremy Nathaniel is a bastard, just like his father," he roared.His voice was loud and powerful, echoing through the room. The patriarch shook his head, a sneer twisting his features. "I was wrong about Jeremy Nathaniel. He's not the fool I thought he was. I have to admit, he's got more brains than his father, the useless fool who fell into our trap and ended up marrying my daughter."He laughed, but there was no joy in it, only bitterness and spite.The patriarch stood up from his chair, his eyes blazing with hatred as he strode to the window. "I contacted the foreign partners to his father's company, knowing that Jeremy wouldn't know how to run it without his father's help. I convinced them to back out of their deal, but Jeremy somehow convinced them to stay. I must admit, he must be good!"His laughter was cold and cruel, like the chill of a winter wind.Jeremy Nathaniel had t
Jeremy, deep in thought, gazed tenderly at his wife and daughter sleeping in peaceful harmony. He then quietly stepped into the living room, retrieving his phone to study James' company profile one final time. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for what he knew must be done. Jeremy carefully extracted the recorder pen from his pocket, his mind reeling at the significance of what he held. With a flick of a button, he was plunged into a replaying of James' words, a confession he had surreptitiously recorded during their meeting. Every word, every breath, was immortalized on the device, ready to be unleashed.With a triumphant smirk, Jeremy paused the recording, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "It takes two to play the game, and I'm not about to lose," he muttered, seizing his phone to call Jefferson. Time zones be damned - while it was night in New York, the light of day still graced his homeland, and he was eager to strike James while the iron was hot."Boss!" came J
Jeremy grew increasingly restless upon seeing the message that had been sent by the man. Frustrated and worried, he exclaimed, "Over my dead body! I will never allow the one I love to be put in harm's way." He immediately grabbed his phone to contact the man, but to his dismay, the number was unreachable and the man was no longer active online.As Jeremy pondered over the man's proposal, his anger and frustration grew in intensity, propelling him towards the thought of eliminating James and his backers with a newfound urgency. The thought of them posing a threat to the person he loved only intensified his determination to stop them at any cost.As Jeremy's efforts to contact the man proved futile, his mind swirled with worry and agitation. With a heavy heart, he entered the bedroom where his beloved wife lay in peaceful slumber. He gazed upon her beauty and gently brushed his lips against hers in a tender goodbye before retiring to bed for the night, unable to shake the uneasy feeling
Jeremy brought out his phone from his pocket, seeing it was his wife that was calling he answered the call immediately.Jeremy heart skipped, as the words from his wife made his entire body vibrated. "Our daughter was involved in an accident and she's being rushed to the hospital." His hands shook as he dropped the phone, stumbling out of the delivery truck. His heart was pounding, his mind a whirl of thoughts. With his mind only focused on his daughter's safety, he hailed a taxi, jumping in as soon as it pulled up. As the taxi sped toward the hospital, He gripped the sides of the seat, trying to control his breathing as the fear for his daughter's life consumed him. The minutes felt like hours as they drew closer to the hospital.Jeremy stepped out of the taxi, barely remembering to pay the driver as he rushed into the hospital. Jeremy's voice trembled as he spoke to the nurse at the front desk. "My daughter was brought in here, her name is Mia Hamilton. She's eight years old," h
Jeremy clenched his fists, seething with anger at the thought of breaking his promise to his late mother. He had sworn to himself never to have any dealings with Blue-silver entertainment, even when they had begged him. But now, he was forced to compromise his principles to save his daughter, perhaps it was better than going to Lord Raymond for help."You know where to find me," The masculine voice said politely, and without any acknowledgment, Jeremy ended the call."This is for you, Mia," Jeremy whispered, as if he could somehow communicate with the child as he stopped a taxi and headed for His father's company. It had been years since Jeremy had last set foot on the grounds of Blue Silver Entertainment, his father's company. The last time he had tried to enter, he had been turned away by security at the behest of his stepmother, who had refused to allow him inside. His mother had been sick, and Jeremy had been desperate to see his father, to ask for help paying her hospital bills.
The Hall was deathly silent as everyone processed what they had just heard. Then, the silence was broken by a voice of disbelief and mockery."I don't believe it," the celebrity said. "There's no way he could have actually called the manager.""It must have been a fake call," someone else chimed in. "There's no way he could have gotten through to him."But then, a third voice spoke up. "But what if he did?" they said. "What if he really did talk to the manager?"The room erupted into a heated debate, with everyone arguing their point of view while Jeremy stood there without saying a word to them. The silence from Jeremy only made the female celebrity more angry. She felt that he was mocking them, and she couldn't stand it. She turned to the security guard and said, "Get this man out of here! He's only here to make trouble, and we don't need that."Without a second thought, the security guard began to walk towards Jeremy, determined to remove him from the premises. But before he coul
Avery's heart pounded in her chest as she heard a knock at the door of the hospital waiting room. She had been waiting for hours for any news from Jeremy, and her anxiety was overwhelming. She hoped that the knock would be Jeremy, coming back with the money needed for their daughter's treatment. But to her surprise, when she opened the door, she saw her grandparents and Noah standing there, looking concerned."Good morning, Grandpa," she said, her voice trembling."What in the world has happened to you, dear?" her grandmother asked, her gaze scrutinizing the signs of stress etched on Avery's face. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""I'm fine, Grandma," Avery tried to reassure her, but her words lacked conviction. She felt like she was about to burst into tears at any moment, and she was afraid that if she started talking, she wouldn't be able to stop."No, you're not fine," her grandfather said, his voice stern. "Ever since you married that man, you've changed. You're not the same g
"Oh, that was so thoughtful of you, dear," said Avery's grandma. "You've proved your worth once again." She assumed that his family's influence had made it possible for him to take care of everything with just a few calls because as they drove to the hospital, she noticed that Noah was making phone calls and sending text messages. "Oh, it's nothing," Noah stammered, trying to play it cool. The truth was, he had no idea who had paid the hospital bills. But he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at being seen as the one who had taken care of everything. Perhaps the doctor had swung into action as soon as he saw them, knowing the importance of Noah's family. It was a thought that made him feel powerful and important."Thank you, Noah," said Avery, her voice calm and collected as she tried to hold back her tears. Even though she resented the fact that she had to depend on him for help, she knew she had no other choice. "Mia is your daughter, and she's critically ill," Noah said, hi