Jackson, who had silently let Jennyfer do whatever she wanted, was a little startled and puzzled. He froze for a moment, letting her clip the black hairpins onto his shirt, quietly processing the moment. Her gentle care stirred something inside him—an unexpected spark of hope.Maybe soon I can tell Jenny the truth… that she’s actually my legal wife. I think she loves me too. Yes, I have to tell her everything so things can finally be clear.Jennyfer blushed shyly when she realized Jackson hadn’t said a word the entire time she was fixing his shirt. As a fashion designer and a skilled seamstress, she was used to handling small emergencies like this one.“All done. Let’s eat,” Jennyfer said softly, smiling with embarrassment as she tucked her long straight hair neatly behind her ears.They both reached for their spoons and forks, eating with bright, contented expressions. Happiness filled the room—and perhaps that joy made Jackson eat with unusual enthusiasm, finishing his plate and eve

To avoid drawing attention, this time Jackson instructed the special police team to wear ordinary office attire while carrying out their operation.The door to the private meeting room opened, marking the start of the scheduled meeting between Jackson and Aleta Windy.“So, Aleta,” Jackson began coolly. “Have you managed to recover even a portion of the three billion you’ve spent over the past few months?”“Yes, Mr. President,” Aleta replied smoothly. “I’ve already returned part of the amount I used. Here’s the documentation.”She spoke with surprising composure as she handed over a folder.Albert took it and began reviewing the documents the bold young woman had submitted, carefully comparing them to the reports received by headquarters earlier that week.“Confirmed, Mr. President. Everything matches the report,” Albert announced promptly.“Good,” Jackson said curtly. “Then what about the remaining one and a half billion you’ve already spent? How do you plan to return that to me?”“I—

Aleta Windy stopped walking and burst into tears, her sobs sounding utterly heart-wrenching.“You did everything with full awareness, Aleta. If you had the intention and you went through with it, then you must accept all the consequences,” Hermanto said, forcing himself to stay firm.“Aleta promises to change, Dear. Aleta is sorry.”“It’s too late for that. And the truth is, you never really loved Tasya, did you? You neglected her to the point that she can’t even speak until now, Aleta. Go. Take responsibility for what you’ve done. I’ll take care of the daughter you never wanted.”It hurt. And Jackson could feel that pain too, listening to the sorrowful tone in Hermanto’s voice — the voice of a man completely broken. A burning question rose in Jackson’s chest.“Dear, please… give me one more chance. I promise I’ll change,” Aleta Windy sobbed, her voice trembling.“Not for a traitor like you, Aleta.”“Take that woman away!”At Jackson’s command, Aleta Windy was immediately dragged out

After arriving in front of his luxurious mansion, Jackson remained silent and motionless as his eyes caught Jennyfer quickly grabbing the car door handle and stepping out.Without a single word, she walked straight inside, leaving Jackson frozen, watching the back of the woman he loved so deeply—who was still angry with him until now.Jackson slowly reversed his car, but instead of driving toward the guard post at the main gate, he turned deeper into the vast estate, heading toward the orchard area. He kept driving until he reached the very end of the road, where it stopped in front of a gated property that resembled a grand, ancient palace.He stepped out and entered through the gate, glancing around before continuing his steps.The area was lined with tall glodokan trees on every side—lush and perfectly arranged. Not a single fallen leaf littered the ground. It was clear that this was a place carefully maintained. Jackson never allowed anyone to enter this area except himself and hi

“Please don’t do this, Mister Bram.”After watching Jackson’s car drive away, Jennyfer immediately brushed off Bramasta’s arm that had once again wrapped around her shoulder. Earlier, he had also done that, but because Jennyfer saw Jackson’s car entering the area, she let Bramasta do it—hoping it would make Jackson angry and maybe he would lash out at Bramasta for daring to touch her. But none of that happened. Jackson simply let her go with that man, even though Jennyfer had clearly seen the fiery rage burning in his eyes.Jennyfer decided to wait until later, when Jackson would surely scold her, maybe even kick her out if he truly didn’t care about her. Yes, right now Jennyfer was being reckless—she wanted to know exactly where she stood in Jackson’s heart, so she could finally learn whether or not he would help her free her sister, Brielle, from prison.She had thought through this risky move carefully. Jennyfer didn’t want to keep loving someone who would never love her back.Jenn