Ch. 941..950

Chapter 941

As Grayson walked past Zayne, he asked him quietly," What happened? Did Ms. Severe recover from her mental illness already?"

Zayne glanced guiltily at Angelina who was walking in front of him. Covering his mouth with his hand, he lowered his voice to say, "I was in the ward yesterday lamenting about how her mental illness was getting worse. I contemplated sending her to a psychiatric hospital for treatment, but she suddenly went berserk when she heard what I said. She jumped up from the bed and bashed me up real good. She even claimed that she isn't mentally ill. Then this morning, she just recovered for some weird reason."

Grayson jumped for joy. "Does that mean she has stepped out of the shadows and accepted the president's passing?"

Zayne stroked his chin, looking very pessimistic." Well, she's not shutting herself out from the world anymore, but I doubt her mental illness has cured. Just look at that makeup she put on herself. It's like a palette of colors has tainted her pure and innocent face, making her look fiercer than a tigress. Also, just look at how cocky she behaved in the meeting today. She's just like a changed person. I fear that her mental illness has developed into schizophrenia."

Grayson stared speechlessly at Zayne. "Are you even

her biological brother?"

Zayne said, "Genuine and authentic."

"Have you seen other brothers complaining about their own sisters like that?" Grayson said.

Zayne rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bruises and purple marks on his arms. "Look, she didn't treat me a s her biological brother either when she bashed me up. H

Grayson laughed. "President Ares mentioned that you were a fighting champ when you were a kid. He said that you handled several streets in Swallow City as your territory and often beat up your sister to the point that she cried. President Ares wasn't happy about that, so he taught your sister a few tricks to beat you into submission. Since then, you didn't win in any of the fights with your sister anymore." Zayne was in for a rude awakening and said in a depressed manner, "I knew it. My sister used to be such an adorable child when she was young and I could bully her however I wanted. Ever since she met Jay, however, she became more and more ballsy.

Turns out that Jay was the one helping her in secret."

Angeline stood in front of the president's office and stared at the biometric fingerprint scanner in a daze. When she thought about the countless times Jay's fingerprint had pressed onto it, a resplendent flower emanated from her eyes.

She reached out gently and stroked the sensor with her fingers. It was as if she could touch Jaybie's hand by doing that.

Beep, beep!

The biometric fingerprint scanner was unlocked.

Angeline was shocked.

Grayson walked over and explained, "President Ares had already entered your fingerprint into the system a long time ago."

The smile in Angeline s eyes softened. "Mm."

She understood everything that he had done for her.

He kept no secrets from her.

He was eager to share everything he had with her.

When Angeline opened the door and saw new furnishings in the office, she frowned. "I want the office to be restored to how it was before this." After thinking for a while, she added, "Also, I'd like to stay in Garden Of A Diary, so restore the garden back to how it was back then as well." Cold sweat flowed down from Grayson's forehead.

He remembered the order that President Ares gave him. "Remove every trace of my existence and leave nothing behind."

For this reason, they worked hard to destroy the original furnishings completely.

If they were to restore it to how it was before right now, then it would be even more difficult than climbing Mt. Everest!

"Yes, Ms. Severe." Grayson agreed.

Angeline stood on Grand Asia's ninth floor overlooking Imperial Capital with her arms crossed in front of her.

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She was like an empress standing on a giant's shoulder looking condescendingly at her subjects.

"Have you drank the waters of Lethe, Jaybie? And crossed the bridge to the underworld? Would you still remember me?

"I'm sorry, I can't join you yet. I need to stay here and finish what you started and find our son. Also, I want to stay here and wait for your return."

A gust of wind rose from the ground, taking away the rustles of the autumn and welcoming the harsh cold of winter.

Like winter, Angeline turned colder and colder as she waited.

Using ruthless and unsparing methods, she quickly forced the Titus, Bell, Ares, and Severe families into submission.

A few years later.

In a fishing village.

A woman was picking freshwater mussels by the river with a four-year-old child on her back. Several women gesticulated at her and said, "That's her, the woman who picked up a wild man a few years back and married him. I heard that the man has also brought with him a man in a vegetative state. In the past few

years, she not only has to earn money to support her family but also has to take care of her useless husband. Her family drove her out because they were displeased with her."

"Well, you can't blame that useless man for having such good looks, can you? If I met a man like that, I'd pick him up and hide him in my house too," a young woman sneered, sounding like sour grapes. 1 The woman did not say anything and went home after picking a basket full of mussels.

The woman's house was located at the end of the fishing village where there were only a few broken fenced houses. The houses were extremely shabby and would start leaking whenever the rain poured continuously, so pots and pans would be used to catch the rain.

When the woman came home, she started the fire dexterously and began cooking.

Her man was sitting at the end of a stove in the other room. Although he was wearing clean old clothes, they had failed to conceal his natural elegance and nobility.

There was another good-looking man lying on the bed, but he had been sleeping for many years. Although there were still vital signs that showed that he was alive, he was no different from a dead man. Soon after, the woman walked in with a bowl of mussel stew. When she noticed the man staring at Tempest, who was lying on the bed, she could not help but tease. "He won't wake up even if you stare at him all day. From what I can see, it's better to send him to a nursing home. At least a doctor can perform checkups for him every day."

The man's charming face turned sullen. "No one's allowed to take him away as long as I'm here."

The nursing home in the fishing village was a place for old widows and widowers. He went there before, and the place reeked so badly because no one was taking care of the elderly's personal hygiene. The man lying on the bed was his savior. The woman once told him that the man had used his own body to shield him beneath his own, and that was why he had only suffered a slight concussion and lost his memory.

On the other hand, the man had entered a vegetative state.

When he bathed him and wiped him dry, he noticed a small grass tattoo on his shoulder blade, hence he named him Tempest.

The woman handed the mussel stew to him and sighed weakly. "It's been three years. We have no money to treat him and can hardly make ends meet ourselves. Our son will start school in two more years. Are you planning to live like that for the rest of your life?"

The man put the mussel stew on the table, his charming pupils turning deep and profound.

"I'll find a way to earn money, Marilyn Auberge."

The woman named Marilyn Auberge laughed bitterly." Fishing has been the major source of income in this fishing village for generations. You have mysophobia and can't stand the stench of fish. How are you going to earn money?"

The man fell silent and said nothing.

Marilyn said, "My parents have some money, but they're extremely snobbish and only care about my elder sister who has married into a well-off family. I went to borrow money from them yesterday but they were unhappy to see me and refused to lend me any money."

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The man straightened his back and said, "Where there's a will, there's a way. I'll go out into the world and take a look. There'll surely be something I can do."

Just as Marilyn and her man were at the end of their rope, the first batch of village men who made a living outside of the village returned.

They wore decent clothes and spoke fluently as they told stories and gave lively descriptions to their fellow villagers of the wonderful world out there.

Marilyn overheard the men saying how easy it was to earn money out there. As long as one was willing to work hard, one could easily earn thousands of dollars a month.

When Marilyn returned home, she said to her man," Darling, Brett from the village went to Imperial Capital for a year and has changed dramatically after coming back. They said that it's really easy to earn money out there. Should we step outside and try our luck with them? Maybe we can make a lot of money and you'll be able to offer your savior treatment and even afford to pay Tiger's tuition fees. What do you think?"

There was a trace of imperceptible doubt in the man's deep and profound eyes. Imperial Capital? Why did he feel strangely happy when he heard the name of this city?

"Okay," he responded in a lukewarm tone.

Marilyn said, "If that's the case, I'll go and beg our neighbor Betty after dinner and see if they can pick us up when they leave."

"Mm."

After dinner, the man lay on the mat outside and gazed at the stars in the sky. The stars were surrounding the bright moon, though unfortunately, the bright portion of it was shrouded in haze. He loved the moon.

He could not explain why he suddenly had strange sentiments like that.

Marilyn was heard talking to Betty next door.

"Marilyn, if you want me to take your family to Imperial Capital to establish a foothold there, do you think you can afford the travel expenses? One trip to Imperial Capital will cost your family close to 1,000 bucks."

Contempt and disdain were detectable in her voice.

Marilyn was abashed and said through gritted teeth," Don't worry about the travel expenses, Betty. I'll borrow it from my dad."

Betty sneered, "Everyone knows that your dad no longer recognizes you as his daughter. Seriously, not only did you pick up a useless man, but he has also brought a drag along, making you support the entire family alone. What exactly do you see in him? Apart from his good looks, he's practically useless."

"Don't talk about him like that, Betty. My man is just suffering from old injuries, that's all. He's a hard worker, not someone who depends on his wife for a living."

"Hehe, save it. Everyone knows you like him. Here's a suggestion for you, Marilyn. If you don't have money, then send him out to make money. Why do you want to follow along?"

Marilyn bit her lip, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Betty teased, saying, "What's wrong? You're afraid that he's going to run away?"

Marilyn made no reply.

Betty said, "Seriously, you don't even know his name. Aren't you even worried that all your efforts will be for naught in the end if you're so dead set on following him?"

Marilyn was slightly mad now. Even so, she stifled her anger and said, "I'll go back and discuss with my man, Betty."

When Marilyn returned, she saw the man sitting on the mat with a straight face. She walked over in silence.

"Betty said that the travel expenses to Imperial Capital are very expensive-" "I heard everything." "Maybe you should go alone." Marilyn teared up. "Will you forget about me and the child when you become rich?"

"No. Once I settle down in Imperial Capital, I'll come home immediately to pick both of you up." The man consoled.

Marilyn nodded in relief.

The man said, "I'll leave Tempest to you, then."

"Mm."

Three days later, the man and a group of young workers from the fishing village got on the train to Imperial Capital.

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He was extremely quiet, a man of few words.

The villagers asked him, "What's your name?"

He answered mildly, "I forgot. Just call me Ben!"

The men in the village were called Rob, Bob, and so on -nicknames that were easier and friendlier to remember.

"What can you do?"

The man shook his head. "I don't know."

The villagers revealed a look of disdain.

"You're just a pretty boy." Someone spat out these words at him.

He shot a stern gaze at the man, causing him to cower in fright.

After two days and one night on the train, they finally arrived in Imperial Capital.

The villagers paid him no attention and left him at the train station after getting off the train, leaving him to fend for himself.

He looked at the flourishing metropolis, the bustling crowd, and the traffic. This sight seemed to be giving him deja vu.

At this time, a kind villager turned back and took his

hand, saying, "Hurry up, Ben. Don't let Stan Hitchens and the rest leave you behind. You'll be a beggar if you can't find any jobs."

He followed the villagers and walked for a long time before coming to a dirty construction shed.

At the sight of the dirty ground, he stood outside and was reluctant to go in. The sickening and nauseating feeling was impossible to suppress.

Ultimately, he chose to stand at the door as he looked at the villagers inside with disgust.

Stan began assigning work for everyone. "Our boss agreed to keep all of you only because I begged him for a very long time. See those sandbags in front? Your daily task is to unload the sandbags from the truck. You'll get paid 120 bucks a day."

Others started calculating their wages silently. "That's 3,600 dollars a month. That's way more than what we earn from fishing back home."

Stan eyed Ben in an exceedingly cocky manner. "Hey, what about you? Are you doing it or not?"

Ben looked at the sandbags on the construction site. Gray-colored dust was seeping out of the woven bags. He could imagine how filthy he would be at the end of the day.

Ben frowned.

Stan was displeased. He said, "Leave if you can't do it. I hate pretty boys like you who only depend on women

for a living."

Ben was provoked. "I'll do it."

With that, Ben and the villagers settled in the shed.

Initially, he thought that he would be able to adapt to this filthy environment, but after a few days, his stomach problems only grew worse.

Afraid that he would die on the construction site, Stan grabbed a few hundred bucks and handed it to him." Forget it, I don't think you can do this dirty and heavy work. I'll pay for your travel expenses. Go home. Don't die here. I can't afford it."

Ben did not take the money and only dragged his sick body out of the construction shed.

He was a stubborn man. Since he was out here now, he would not go home without earning any money.

That night, he had no place to go and sat on a wooden bench in the park all night. He was suffering from both hunger and gastric problems.

Ultimately, the kind villager Tommy found him and handed him a piece of bread. He did his best to convince him, saying, "Don't be stubborn, Ben. I heard that the construction site that Stan took us to is massive and will take many years to build. We'll be able to get rid of our poverty as long as we stay and work for a few years. We're both the poorest in the village. When we're no longer in poverty, I'll be able to marry a wife and you'll have the money to send Tiger to school."

Ben looked at the bread that was marked by fingerprints, then removed the crust before chewing it elegantly.

Tommy gaped at him. "You don't eat the crust?"

Ben glanced at him. He wanted to tell him that he was only minding hygiene, yet at the same time, he did not want to hurt Tommy's self-esteem. As such, he held himself back from telling him the reason.

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Tommy continued to persuade him with great delight. "From what I heard, this project is a restoration project by Grand Asia Empire's president to restore Tourmaline Estate. She has plenty of money and has always paid our wages on time. Come back with me."

Ben mulled it over. He did not have a single penny with him, nor was he proficient in a particular line. Hence, he returned to the construction site with Tommy.

When Stan and the rest saw him returning, they ridiculed him unceremoniously. "Why did you come back? I thought you went out to make big bucks."

Ben looked at the dirty construction site and asked Stan, "Where's the project leader?"

He might be unfit for dirty jobs, but he could try his hand with other jobs.

Stan eyed him skeptically and looked at Ben's face that was very different from theirs. Fishermen like them had been tanned since childhood, but Ben's face was fair and flawless. He looked way better than the young masters in big cities.

Stan pondered and thought that perhaps Ben was really capable in other aspects, hence he pointed out the project leader's office at the slab-type apartment building. He said, "You see that? The project leader's

office is the second room on the second floor. He's from our village too. Why are you looking for him?"

Ben did not answer him, but instead, he turned around and walked toward the slab-type apartment building.

The project leader was currently overwrought because the blueprint was smudged by tea, blurring several lines.

When Ben entered, Manager Hanes, the person in charge, was like a drowning man clutching at a straw as he asked him, "Do you know how to draw blueprints?"

Ben mulled it over. "I can try."

Having seemingly found his savior, Manager Hanes regarded Ben as his distinguished guest and pulled him to his seat. "Hurry up and restore the smudged part of the blueprint for me. If you do me this favor, I will make sure to treat you well in the future."

Ben tried his hand at restoring the blueprint for him.

When Manager Hanes noticed how decent his drawing looked, he rubbed his hands and said with delight, "God has heard my prayers and sent me a savior. You may not know this, but this Tourmaline Estate project is a construction project supervised by Grand Asia's president herself-"

At this point, he glanced outside vigilantly and whispered, "You don't know this, but the Grand Asia president's nickname is 'Female Tyrant'. She's coldblooded and ruthless, biting the heads of anyone who makes a mistake. If she finds out that there's something wrong with the blueprint, we'll not only lose our jobs, but we'll also bring trouble to our future generations. Even the fishermen I referred to for this job wil lose their source of income as well."

Ben stood up. "The blueprint is fixed. Take a look?"

Manager Hanes studied the blueprint only to realize that Ben had fixed it flawlessly. He showered Ben with praises. "You're really something. Say, why don't we do this? You'll stay by my side from now on and run some errands for me."

Ben nodded, saying, "Can you assign me a private dormitory?"

Manager Hanes was taken aback. His dark and profound eyes fell on his dashing face. "You're quite fastidious, aren't you? Okay then, you'll stay in the staff dormitory from now on." Ben said, "Thank you."

His tone always sounded neither supercilious nor obsequious.

When Ben walked out of the building, he bumped into Grand Asia's leadership team that came to inspect the construction site.

Angeline Severe, the president of Grand Asia, looked like an empress surrounded by dashing men in uniforms.

Ben looked at Angeline from a distance. His first impression of her was that this woman's face was heavily painted and cold. It was as if she was suffering from an irregular period cycle. She had put on a straight face-an expressionless iceberg face.

Manager Hanes walked out at this point and said to Ben, "See that? That woman is Grand Asia's president. Have you heard of Grand Asia Empire? That's the largest company in Imperial Capital, one that controls the lifeline of all the small and medium-sized enterprises in Imperial Capital."

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Angeline stood on the construction site clad in a white suit, her long wavy hair draping down to her waist. She studied the construction site with one hand on her hip and started complaining, saying," Why wasn't the garbage on the construction site removed in time? Why isn't the project being completed according to schedule? Who is the cause of this delay, Grayson? Find out and fire him."

Angeline wore a stern look on her face, her voice sharp and cold. It sent everyone trembling with fear.

"Also, half a year has passed since Tourmaline Estate's construction started, but I haven't seen any significant progress at all. Can I know what the workers in charge of this construction project are doing? If they continue to move at this snail speed, maybe I'll die first before the construction is complete!"

The chief designer, project manager, and a group of engineers followed behind her with their heads hung low. They were afraid to even breathe after getting scolded by her.

Ben looked at Angeline and shook his head, thinking to himself, Who would marry a tigress like that?'

Ben turned around and walked toward the dormitory.

News about Ben moving into the staff dormitory

infuriated the other fishermen as they figured that Ben had been promoted without putting in any hard work at all.

Rumors went around saying that Manager Hanes was Ben's sugar daddy.

Ben thought that the rumors were simply preposterous at first, but he soon found out why.

That day, Manager Hanes was completely wasted when he turned up at his dormitory. When he laid eyes on Ben, he went forward to hug him at once.

Given Ben's mysophobia, he dodged him nimbly and sent Manager Hanes crashing to the ground in a wretched state. He said, "I think you look good, Ben. T o tell you the truth, I like you. If you're willing to follow me, then I'll make sure to treat you well."

Ben sulked. "Get lost."

He then kicked Manager Hanes out.

Manager Hanes flew into a rage out of embarrassment. "You don't know what you missed out. Let's just wait and see about that!"

The next day, Ben was tied up by several fishermen as soon as he got up.

"What are you doing?" Ben snapped.

The fisherman said, "Hmph. Because you've tampered with the blueprint, something went wrong in the construction team. Oh, Grand Asia's president is livid and is currently looking to punish someone." They brought Ben to Manager Hanes who was grinning in an exceptionally malicious manner. "Ben, I told you that you won't end well if you offend me."

Ben asked, "You framed me on purpose?"

Manager Hanes flashed an extremely creepy smile. "O h, no, no, no, there's a huge problem with the blueprint and you'll be the scapegoat."

Ben sneered, "No, I won't."

Manager Hanes raised his finger and shook it. "You will. Think of your wife Marilyn and your son Tiger. O h, and the man who saved your life who's still in a vegetative state. If you don't want to be their scapegoat, then someone in the village will make their life very difficult."

Manager Hanes stroked his nose and said with a face full of malice, "Your wife Marilyn looks so fresh and juicy. So many men in the village are lusting for her. Then there's the man in a vegetative state. No one would suspect anything if he suddenly fell ill and died."

"You have no sense of shame," Ben chided furiously.

Manager Hanes said, "So Ben, make sure you say the right thing when you meet the president later."

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At this moment, Angeline, Grand Asia's president, was sitting in the office. She had erupted with a thundering fury.

"I spent hundreds of billions building Tourmaline Estate, not for you to build some jerry-built building project. There was a storm last night and the wall collapsed just like that. Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?"

"Please calm down, Ms. Severe. This is the designer's fault. Something is wrong with the blueprint."

"Where's the designer? I want to see him immediately. Don't undertake a hard job if you don't have the necessary skills for it." Angeline was furious.

Several fishermen rudely escorted Ben to the office where the president was giving the admonitory talk. From a distance, Ben could already hear the president's furious shouts. "What is the designer doing? Eating sh*t? How can you make mistakes on such a simple structure?"

When Manager Hanes brought Ben inside, several fishermen kicked Ben behind his knees, causing him to crash to the ground in front of Angeline.

Angeline had always had eyes on the back of her head. Ben lowered her head, his dashing face as cold a s an ice sculpture. Angeline stared condescendingly at

him, but all she could see was his messy black hair.

"Are you the one who drew the blueprint?" Angeline asked.

Ben did not answer.

Angeline s smoky eyes darkened sharply. "I'm asking you a question. Answer me. Are you dumb or deaf?" Her voice was cold and sharp.

"No." Ben squeezed out the two words between his teeth.

When Angeline heard the familiar voice, she was stupefied as though she had been struck by lightning.

Manager Hanes chided, "You're lying, Ben. Is this how you repay me after your wife begged me to bring you out to the city?"

Ben closed his eyes, the very eyes that were filled with helplessness.

Manager Hanes was using his family to threaten him, hence he changed his answer and said, "I drew part of it."

Manager Hanes said, "And it just so happened that there was a problem with the part you drew."

Ben raised his eyes, glaring coldly at Manager Hanes with his dark and profound pupils.

Manager Hanes was a little stupefied. He did not know that Ben's gaze could look so scary. When Grayson saw Ben's face, he almost fell to the

ground in shock.

This was his president!

Jay Ares!

Grayson suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and stared at Angeline in a daze.

When Angeline heard Manager Hanes saying that Jay was married, her heart started twisting in knots. "Nitroglycerin, Grayson?" Angeline clutched her aching heart and cried out for help.

Grayson said to one of the Ghost bodyguards. "Go and grab the nitroglycerin."

When Manager Hanes saw how Ben had angered the president to the point where she was even suffering from a heart attack, he attempted to curry favor with Angeline and stepped forward furiously. He waved his hand to give Ben a vicious slap across his face.

Grayson stepped forward quickly and raised his hand to grab Manager Hanes' hand. Then with a forceful push, Manager Hanes' body was thrown into the air like a weightless moth before crashing down heavily.

Ben was astonished as he eyed Grayson questioningly.

Grayson had stood up for him. His stand was very obvious.

The sharp pain in Angeline's heart slowly adjusted back to its mild and gentle state. She glared at Jay and thought in her heart, 'I've lost all appetite and

suffered all day and night for you. Now that we've finally met after separating for so long, you threw me a huge bomb instead by marrying another man.' "Tie up this designer and bring him to Grand Asia, Grayson. I want to interrogate him properly."

Grayson was stumped, looking slightly uncertain. "Do you want me to tie him up for real?"

Angelina eyed Grayson furiously, then lowered her voice and whispered, "Tie loosely."

Grayson understood. "Yes, Ms. Severe."

The Ghost members found a comfortable strip of pure cotton cloth and tied Jay's hands behind his back.

Then... there was awkwardness.

They did not know if they should treat their foster father reverently or treat him as someone who had made a terrible mistake.

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Angeline stepped on her stiletto heels and left.

Grayson walked over and said reverently to Jay, "My president may look fierce, but she's actually a warm person. Make a trip to Grand Asia. She won't make things difficult for you." Jay nodded.

Grayson sent Jay downstairs and opened the Ferrari door for him in a respectful manner. Jay was slightly startled when he saw Angeline sitting inside.

"I should take the car in the back, right?" Jay felt uneasy for some reason.

Grayson wore a stern look on his face and said, "My president needs to deal with a host of problems every day. Take this car with her so it'll be easier for her to ask you certain things about the blueprint." Jay glanced guiltily at Angeline. For some reason, he felt flustered when he saw this she-devil.

It was as if he owed her in the past life.

Angeline stared at him with a cold expression and said furiously, "What's wrong? You think I'll eat you u p? I'm not interested even if you're Prince Harry. Don't worry, I won't eat you."

Jay climbed inside with trepidation. He kept having a feeling as if this woman was squeezing words out of

the back of her teeth, carrying with them a gloomy and sinister aura.

"I'm no Prince Harry," he said gloomily.

The driver let out a sly smile.

Angeline took the file in her hand and smacked the back of the driver's head. "Why are you smiling? Eyes on the road."

Jay could not help but shudder when he heard the sound of the file smacking the back of the driver's head.

This woman was too violent.

She was simply a she-devil.

Now that Jay had entered the car, Angeline changed her mind. "Go to Garden Of A Diary."

Jay realized that something was amiss and turned his head to look at her. "Aren't we going to your company? H

Angeline lifted her arrogant face. "I want to go home."

Jay was furious. "I want to get out of the car."

The driver hesitated. There were two presidents in the car. Who should he listen to?

When Angeline noticed the driver's hesitation, she roared out of anger. "Don't you dare stop the car."

Jay's hands were tied, so he had no way of fighting back and could only glare sullenly at Angeline. "You're bringing me back to your place because you have a crush on me, aren't you?" Angeline reached out to stroke her thin chin, smirking maliciously. "You're right. I can be your sugar mommy. What's your price?"

Jay,

"Can you please have some respect for yourself?"

Angeline glanced sharply at Jay's cheap clothes. "You must be very short of money, right? That's why you're wearing clothes like that?" Jay,"..."

Angelina's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.

Although she did not investigate the reason why Jay had appeared in front of her in such a desolate state, she remembered Josephine talking about the scene of Jay escaping from the fire... She knew then that he would not escape intact.

Angeline was beyond glad that he survived and was able to appear in front of her again.

He might not be able to recognize her anymore and he might have married another person, but Angeline was still filled with gratitude for such an encounter.

"Come with me and I'll have your back from now on. I'll allow you to throw your weight around in Imperial Capital," Angeline said and proposed.

Jay replied gloomily, "Why should I—"

Angeline continued, "Follow me and you'll have all the money in the world to spend. You can sleep with me whenever you want."

Jay glared speechlessly at her...

"Do you realize that you have an excessive secretion of testosterone? Don't you think you should go to the hospital to get it fixed?"

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Angeline,

Damn it. How did he actually move her back then when he seduced her like that?

Why was he so disgusted now when she was practically doing the same thing?

The driver could hardly hold back his laughter.

Thinking how embarrassing this was, Angeline threatened the driver viciously. "Laugh again and I'll ask the doctor to inject you with two doses of Clostridium botulinum." The driver had no choice but to stifle his laughter.

When the Ferrari pulled over at Garden Of A Diary, Angeline yanked Jay out of the car by pulling one end of the cotton cloth that bound Jay's wrists. He walked toward the house.

Jay's dashing face looked darker than ashes. He felt extremely humiliated for being treated like livestock by a she-devil.

Angeline pulled him into the bedroom. She took out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and handcuffed his left hand to the bedpost, then untied the cloth that was tied around his wrists. Jay tried to break free from the handcuffs, but it was to no avail.

He glared furiously at Angeline and scolded, "You pervert!"

Angeline sneered and asked, "So you think that this is really perverted too?"

Damn, did the word 'pervert' not cross this man's mind at all when he did the same to her back then?

Jay struggled with all his might. "Let go of me."

Angeline's gaze fell on his thin, chapped lips. Then, she turned around and went downstairs.

Soon, she brought a glass of freshly-squeezed fruit juice upstairs and gave it to him. "Drink it."

Jay darted her a dark and vigilant glare. "I'm not thirsty."

Angeline could read his mind very well. How could she not know what he was worried about? She assured him immediately, saying, "Don't worry, I didn't spike your drink." Jay put on a look of disbelief.

Angeline let out a sly smile. "Even if I did want to do anything to you, I wouldn't choose to drug you. Don't you think it's boring to knock you out?"

Jay's charming face instantly turned black as coal. Why was this she-devil making dirty jokes all the time?

Last he remembered, they were not so close as to speak to each other in such an unhindered manner,

right?

Seeing how reluctant he was to drink the juice, she went over straight away and pried his mouth open, pouring the juice into his mouth.

Jay admitted defeat in a second. "I'll do it myself."

He then took the cup compliantly and started drinking.

Angeline smiled mischievously when she watched him finish the juice. "You guessed it right. I did spike your drink."

Jay was furious. "What the hell did you give me?"

Angeline said nonchalantly, "Probiotics."

Jay,"..."

Angeline toyed with his feelings so much that his mood was rising and falling like a rollercoaster.

Suddenly, Angeline received Grayson's call.

Angeline answered the phone and heard Grayson saying, "Ms. Severe, I have news about Master Ares."

Angeline darted a reticent glance at Jay and patted him on the head like she was stroking her pet dog. "I need to answer this. I'll be back real quick." Then, she got up and went out.

Jay looked with disgust at her huge dark eyes, long false eyelashes, dark, black eyeliner, and the exaggerated amount of black eye shadow. It was obvious that her gothic makeup had made his heart creep, but strangely, he did not feel revolted when she touched his head.

This was simply too strange.

In the past few years, even his wife Marilyn could not get close to him. 1

Outside the door.

Angeline listened carefully to Grayson as he reported," I heard the fishermen saying that he was picked up by a woman called Marilyn Auberge three years ago. The fisherman said that when Marilyn picked him up, he brought a boy in a vegetative state back with him. After he married Marilyn, they had a son together. Marilyn was the one who has been supporting the family for the past few years. He lived a destitute life... The villagers and his mother-in-law look down on him very much."

After hanging up the call, Angeline squatted on the ground with her back against the wall. He had a family now. Was she supposed to barge into his life then?

Chapter 950

Chapter 950

Despite that, a stubborn and obstinate voice rang out in her heart. "Angeline Severe, do you think you can give up on him?"

Her answer was firm and solid. "No, I'll never give up on him. Never-"

Jay sat gloomily on the bed. His stomach problems had recurred. He covered his cramping stomach with one hand as cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. His face was turning abnormally pale.

His mysophobia would be triggered almost every day in the past few years, causing him to vomit frequently and weakening his constitution even more. In addition to that, he was on the verge of collapsing as h e had not been able to eat well, sleep well, and even had to do physical labor lately.

Now that he had fallen into the hands of this shedevil, he knew that he was not going to last.

After looking around this unfamiliar yet luxurious room, a self-deprecating smile lifted the corners of his mouth. This seemed to be a good place to die.

Angeline pushed the door in and stood in front of him, staring at him with no emotions on her face.

After seeing his pale face, a flash of panic emerged in Angeline's eyes. She strolled over to him, then reached out and touched his forehead, realizing that it was ice

cold.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" she asked.

Jay looked at her coldly, a touch of surprise in his eyes. He seemed to be able to make out the concern in her eyes. This must be an illusion, right?

"I'm a little hungry," he said unexpectedly.

Angeline turned around and went to the kitchen.

She made him a deft bowl of chicken soup and brought it to him.

When Jay saw the light and comforting chicken soup i n front of him, he suddenly had an appetite.

His stomach could no longer stand the spicy and oily lunch boxes he had been eating at the construction site lately.

Unfortunately, Jay's left hand was handcuffed, leaving him with only his right hand. He had no idea how he was going to hold the bowl and drink the soup with just one hand.

After all, he did not have the guts to ask this she-devil for a favor like that.

Just as he was hesitating, Angeline scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and brought it to his mouth.

Jay felt extremely uneasy.

"Why don't you uncuff me and I'll do it myself?" He looked at her.

Angeline hesitated. He was a family man now. He might run away if she released him.

"I won't run." There was an obscure look on his face." Besides, I have nowhere to go."

Angeline felt a pang in her heart after hearing what he said. This was coming from a guy who used to be an omnipotent young master in Imperial Capital.

He was now reduced to a destitute state where he had to rely on a woman to support the family and even got rejected by his mother-in-law.

Perhaps it was to satisfy his arrogance, so Angeline removed the handcuffs in silence.

Jay held the bowl. Even though he was famished, he still ate in an exceedingly elegant manner.

After finishing the bowl of chicken soup, he asked Angeline, "Do you have more?"

Angeline,

His appetite had never been this good before.

"There's no more left."

Jay stood up holding the bowl. "I'm going to wash the bowl."

Though as soon as he stood up, his weak body started staggering violently. When Angeline reached out to support him, he fell on top of her straight away. The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and smashed

into pieces.

Through the thin material of her clothes, Angeline could feel his scorching body temperature.

"You have a fever?" Angeline frowned.

She touched his waist, observing no limits that a man and a woman should have.

"No, I don't." He pushed her away.

Angeline was puzzled. "I mean, has your body temperature risen?" Jay,