Jason did not want to believe that it was Alex that just stepped out of the vehicle, but he could recognize the beige-colored suit that he had come to work with. There was also the stylishly wavy hairstyle that was peculiar to him. As he saw him go into the house that Fred had just been in, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. He could not believe that he had been dining with the devil all along. Caleb was more concerned about confirming that he had not been blabbing all the while. At least, Jason could see that they had history, and nothing was hidden under the sun."I swear, I'm going to fire this guy tomorrow," Jason muttered with a pained expression. "You are not going to fire him, at least not now," Caleb interjected. Jason turned to him, quite surprised."Is that not your aim?" He asked. "For me to find the culprit and punish him accordingly?"Caleb let out a deep breath before he spoke. "This is not the right time to launch an attack," he said. "What do you mean?"

A sharp pain coursed through the back of his head as Jason opened his eyes the next morning, causing him to collapse back on the bed that he had been on. He tried to open his eyes again, this time, more slowly than the first time, to avoid the sensitivity that was sure to hit him. As he finally opened his eyes, he looked around nervously, wondering where he was. He tried to recall the events of last night and they all came rushing back to him in a flash. He could remember seeing her face and how she had pleaded with him not to do what his drunken self wanted to do.A loathsome feeling clouded his belly as a wave of regret coursed through him. That was indeed an inappropriate way to behave, and he needed to apologize to her. He was about to pick up his phone and call her before his bedroom door flung open. Caleb walked in with a sour expression, suggesting to Jason that all was not well. "You know, sometimes, I feel like that girl has bewitched you so much that you do not think

Alex was no longer comfortable with the new development. He had suddenly noticed how Jason had been treading with care for some weeks, but he decided that he would not say anything about it.As he stepped into Jason's house this morning, Caleb was already there. He had not liked Caleb since the first day he met him. He believed that Caleb was a poke noser, and would eventually fish him out. "Can you wait outside for a while?" Jason asked politely when he opened the bedroom door. He was speaking to Caleb and they looked at him suspiciously. Alex was taken aback by the request. Jason never stopped him from entering his bedroom. If they wanted to conceal the fact that they were suspicious of him about something, they were not doing a good job.He waited patiently. If he left, it would give Jason more reasons to suspect him. He was insistent on taking him unawares. The only thing he needed to do for his plan to work was to regain his trust in him and strike when he least expected it.

"Can you come to my study immediately?" Mr. Abbott asked the moment Jason picked up the phone. He looked at his bedside clock. It was 3 a.m., and Jason could only imagine the reasons why his father would be asking for it at that time. He lazily raised himself from the bed and headed out of his apartment, shirtless, and into the elevator. The house was a bit chilly, but he enjoyed the cool air. Everywhere was quiet, suggesting that everyone was asleep.As he headed to the study, he could hear quiet footsteps along the dark corridor. He turned on the lights before he saw Jacob's door slam shut. He smiled. The young man had probably stayed up late and thought that it was his dad coming to scold him for being naughty. He proceeded into the study, where he saw his father bent over some files on his desk. A smile of admiration crossed his face. He was not surprised that this was a man who had built a billion-dollar empire. His level of dedication to his work was top-notch. "Why are yo

Mr. Abbott glanced at Jacob, his younger son for the umpteenth time. Since he told him and his sister that they were going to see their mother, he had not been in high spirits. He had never been in support of his mother's shenanigans, and he was not willing to accept it at any point. He was keen on learning about the family business from Jason. Mirinda, on the other hand, was more concerned about how she looked. She was not so concerned about her mother's absence, but today, she was enthusiastic about meeting her. "Don't you want to see your mother?" Mr. Abbott finally asked him. He made sure that Mirinda had a headset over her ears before he proceeded with any conversation with Jacob. He could not trust her, just the same way he could barely trust Emilia. "I do want to see her," Jacob answered. "I'm just unhappy that it has to be this way, in prison," he said, paused, and threw his hands in the air. Mr. Abbott only nodded. "I don't want you to think that you can blame yourself f