At Miles' sudden outburst, Yvonne jerked in Neal's arms. She almost jumped back, but Neal held her back, his hand firmly pressed on the small of her back.Yvonne froze. She reminded herself that Neal was with her to protect her. Then, gradually, she relaxed.After a while, Neal slowly eased his hold on her and Yvonne calmly stepped back. Just as Yvonne pushed away from Neal, Miles' fist came flying toward Neal, merely missing Yvonne by an inch. Yvonne let out a shriek. “What the hell, Miles!” She gaped at him and took a step forward to stop him from hitting Neal but she didn't need to because Neal evaded the hit.Before Miles could register what had happened, Neal threw a punch in his face.With a guttural groan, Miles staggered back and clutched his face. He was able to stop himself from stumbling back further. He spat out thick sticky blood on the floor.Miles shook with anger, then he trembled with pain at the stinging sensation on his face, just a few inches away from his eyes.

Miles knew that his father's anger could be destructive. He wouldn't be surprised if his father was waiting outside, within the compound of his mansion, for him, ready to blast insults and slaps in his face the moment he stepped out of the car.Knowing this, Miles parked his car just a few feet away from the massive gate to his father's mansion to give himself time to gather himself. After he'd parked the car, he grabbed the ice pack he'd gotten on the way. He relaxed in his seat and gently pressed the pack to his face again.He winced at the pain that shot through his head. He sighed as the pain subsided slightly. After the pain the idiot his girlfriend was cheating on him with had inflicted on him, the last thing he wanted was to face his father. But he had to. There was no way around it. The easiest way to placate his father was st do as he says.Making sure that his facial expression was no longer contorted in the pain that he felt, he came down from his car and headed up to the

Much to Yvonne's displeasure, the dinner with Neal came to an end.“Are you sure we shouldn't go back and have more dessert?" Yvonne arched her brows as she and Neal walked out of the restaurant.Neal chuckled. "I'm sure, Yvonne. It was a thorough treat. I feel like I'm filled for five days.”Yvonne giggled. Neal was right. Even when she was full, she had forced herself to eat more just so she could extend her time with Neal.“What we had is enough,” Neal added, “Unless you want us to become bloated so that we'll be unable to make it out of here.”Yvonne shook her head. As much as she wouldn't mind, she knew that they both needed to get back their lives. She had work to go to while he had lectures to attend and probably other engagements too.“I wouldn't want that," she finally said.They stopped beside Yvonne's car. Neal turned to face her. "Thank you for the dinner. I really appreciate it. I enjoyed all the meals and had a fun time chatting with you.”Yvonne smiled. “I'm glad you ha

On hearing Neal's announcement, Cathy came to an abrupt halt, her anger melting.Now could she have allowed her anger to get the best of her? Before she called Neal and while she waited for his arrival, she had known that the probability that Neal would mock her was high. Especially as he'd warned her before. She had acknowledged that, believing she was arming herself. She told herself that it was okay. She'd swallow his mockery and all the insults he might throw at her as long as he was able to help her. So how could she allow his words to get to her?She rose to her feet too. Her eyes alight with fear. “I'm sorry,” she spurted.Neal raised his eyebrows at her apology. He snorted. “I mean it, Neal. Please, don't leave yet.” She swallowed, "You know this is hard for me. It took a lot of thinking before I finally decided to seek your help." Neal faced her, a cold expression on his face. “You called me here, Cathy. I was busy, I had things to do, but I set them aside to meet up with

“Cool. What time works for you?” Miles asked even though he knew that he had to get things moving that day so that he would have tangible feedback to give his father at the end of the day.But he'd take whatever he could get. Currently, she appears to be the only connection. His father would have to wait a little bit more.Miles listened to Sasha hum for a while before she hesitatingly said, “How about we have dinner tomorrow?” Neal squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to yell that it was too late. His father gave him an ultimatum of 24 hours. He wanted to scream at her to make time but he didn't. She was currently the only access he had to get through Waterfall Corporation. He had to remain calm and collected. He forced himself to take a deep breath. “Tomorrow might be too late, Sasha. You see, aside from the fact that I'd like us to catch up, I actually need your help with the company where you work and it's quite urgent,” he told her, deciding that it'd be best if he just came out