“Hm,” Jennyfer hummed softly, nodding slightly.Jackson grew curious. Yes — he was curious to see how his girl would act, especially if he ended up arguing again with his own father.“Alright, let’s go,” Jackson said with a wide smile, taking Jennyfer’s hand and walking down the stairs together.Just as the two of them turned to descend the staircase, Mr. Emerald and Mrs. Marina were already stepping into the grand mansion.That elite estate had actually been purchased long ago by Jackson’s late mother — a preparation for her only son’s future. It eventually became her final resting place too, something Jackson himself had decided on. He had done it so that, even after death, he wouldn’t feel far away from his mother.“My goodness, it seems your wealth and luxury have made you quite the favorite among women. But how funny—out of all of them, you fell for this cheap woman?”Mrs. Marina’s sharp voice echoed through the hall, unfiltered and cutting.Mr. Emerald, who had long disapproved

“Enough, enough! Stop yelling like that,” Mr. Emerald immediately blocked his wife, who kept walking toward Jackson. He held her back with one arm.“I can’t just stand here and watch your son being so rude, Pah!”“Be quiet, that’s enough!” Mr. Emerald said weakly. “Here’s the deal, Jackson. Fine, I’ll arrange a press conference to be held tonight.”Mr. Emerald knew his biological son too well. It would never be easy to change his decision, especially seeing his wife continuously arguing with his only child.“It’s too late. I don’t want that anymore, Papa. The investigation will continue, and this case will be settled properly. Everything will go according to the law.”Mr. Emerald’s face tensed and reddened. He was utterly shocked by what Jackson had just said. He had already decided to do exactly what Jackson wanted, and now his son was taking it back.“Jackson, you must be joking,” Mr. Emerald said quickly.“Jackson never jokes with people who aren’t close to him.”“I promise I’ll ha

If it had been for Bramasta, everything would have been instantly approved and granted without hesitation. Unlike him, who now found himself being treated like a stepson by his own biological father.One thing was clear — he had to put his patience first if he wanted to win in the end. That was what Jackson kept telling himself to soothe the sting in his chest since earlier.“None of your business,” Mr. Emerald replied curtly, gripping the pen tightly as he began to sign the document in several places. “You can marry whoever you want. Just don’t expect me to ever change my attitude toward her, even if I’ve given you my so-called blessing!”“We don’t need it anyway!” Jackson snapped quickly.Mr. Emerald finished signing the agreement and stood up. “Let’s go home,” he said to his young wife and strode out without another glance.Jackson smiled bitterly. He had no idea what was going through his father’s mind anymore — how the man could have changed so drastically that his son’s happines

“Brother, don’t be ridiculous!” Jennyfer protested, her heartbeat starting to race uncontrollably in her chest.“Then stop talking. Or else…?”Jackson spoke with a teasing smile in the dim light of the night, making Jennyfer quickly shut her eyes tight.“Alright then. Good night, Love,” she murmured, adjusting her sleeping position so she was facing the grand ceiling above them.“Sweet dreams,” Jackson replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He didn’t dare kiss her lips again—not until she was the one who initiated it first.Time passed quietly.Meanwhile, Brielle—who had been keeping tabs on every update she could get—remained in hiding inside Bramasta’s apartment. She never went anywhere, and no one had suspected that she was staying there.For two full days, the police had failed to track her down, which only made Jackson increasingly uneasy.Brielle now wore a hijab and a mask whenever she went out to buy food or daily necessities. Bramasta, aware of the situation,

After returning home, Jackson immediately went upstairs to freshen up. Jennyfer waited below to have breakfast together, as usual.After breakfast, Jackson headed to his main company to handle all his affairs before checking on the preparations for their wedding at his luxurious hotel. The grand wedding would take place on the top floor, in an open space equipped with a retractable glass roof in case it rained. Jackson, being meticulous, wanted everything to be perfect—no mistakes allowed.For the past few days, Jennyfer had been staying at home. Jackson wanted her to rest and relax in preparation for their big day. The previous scandal had been completely neutralized after Bramasta’s clarifications the night before. Netizens had turned against Bramasta, condemning and mocking him online. Jackson’s reputation was restored, and his dignity had been fully recovered. His tactic had worked. To fight deceit, he had to be just as cunning, even if it looked forceful—he was simply skilled at