Aiden relaxes in his seat. “You said that the last time and…two times ago…and three times ago and what?” He scoffs. “You have been repeating the same old shit since I met you.” All the men on the table don't dare look Aiden in the face even though his face is all concealed with a mask and cap. “You have one more chance left. If any other worker dies due to your carelessness again, I'm giving the company over to another capable person,” Aiden says. Pissed off with the other people at the table, he gets on his feet and goes to the other end of the room. His phone rings. It's a call from his personal assistant. “How is the surgery going?” Aiden asks. “It was successful, sir. I called you to ask you something, sir.” “No. For now, take care of your sister. Family comes first.” “She's okay, sir. Trust me, sir. She's fine.” Aiden sighs. When you think you're a workaholic, you only have to meet Park and he'll definitely blow your mind away. “Two seconds ago when I checked, you had

Aiden looks around before whispering, “give me more time, Beatrice. Just a little more time.” “I can't, sir,” she says, sounding a bit…desperate. Aiden can't really tell but he's damn sure something is wrong with her because she is rarely nervous. “Give me say one hour,” Aiden whispers, looking around the room to be sure no one is near. “Sir, you said you were going to be back within three years, it's past that time and you don't seem ready to be coming.” “Come on, Beatrice, be a little more patient with me.” “If you don't come here within the next thirty minutes, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to quit. You didn't tell me the company was going to expand this big when we started.” Just as she hangs up, Aiden hears a male rough voice at the other end that sends some chill—chill of bloodshed—down his spine. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. He turns around and bumps directly into his wife. His heart skips a beat. Has she been listening to the conversation all these while?

His voice is sounding too cool. Way too cool coming from the person she saw with those icy eyes earlier. That expression on his face as he threw the knife right in the man's neck…Just remembering it sends shivers down her spine. “Did that man do anything to you?” He watches her calmly. She can't help the damn tears that fall off her face. She thought she was going to die…with that man pointing the gun at her head, telling her stories about how he's killed more people than he can count. “You'll be fine,” Aiden mutters, patting her slowly on the back. It's not until a lot of minutes have passed that she realizes Aiden has been patting her all along. She quickly pulls away from him. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…” her face colours in a blush. “You’re okay? For real?” Aiden asks again. “Of course. I just need some hours of sleep…” but her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror causes a shriek of horror to escape her lips. “You'll definitely need more than a few hours of sle

“Mr Wesley, even if you tell me to cut my throat for you, I'll do that right now. I mean, I’ve been trying to figure out what work to do to get Harper a ring but it's…you know how hard it is to make money, don't you?” “Well, I don't.” Wesley takes another sip. “Making money has been the easiest thing for me.” From where he sits, Aiden wants nothing more than to splash the wine in front of him on Wesley's face. Making money sure sounds easy for a man who uses his suit to clean coffee just for a contract.“Actually, I am the owner of this bar,” Wesley says. “But, shush, don't tell Harper. I don't want her to be worried about my networth.” Aiden tries hard to resist a scoff. “You must be trying really hard to live as a secret billionaire.” Wesley shrugs. “I want you to go to Harper's parents…tell them you said a few silly things at the grocery store without knowing the owner of the Vicholas group was around.” “I don't really un

"Yeah. I got this phone just to speak with you, mom,” Aiden manages to say without stuttering from shock. “Good, son. I'm really proud of you. We'll talk tomorrow.” Aiden hangs up. Unable to control his weight, he falls against the wall. Just how far does the woman plan to go? Hasn't she done enough? All of a sudden, the gate flings open. Before Aiden can get his balance, he sees his wife coming out from the gate. “He's seven feet tall with blue eyes. Kind of small lips…I don't know…but he's got some hair in his hands. Not too much. And…yeah…tattoo? No. He has no tattoo. No beard… please find him within the next five minutes. I don't care how. I think some strange woman has abducted him. No. He'll never cheat on me,” she says the last part more sharply than she's been talking all the while. “He's twenty five…” her lips tremble, the phone slipping out of her hand as she sees Aiden standing against the wall. She rushes to him, giving him a tight hug. Aiden wants to