The discussion among the four men grew increasingly serious until lunchtime arrived. Because the issue was still unresolved, Jackson decided to have lunch there before continuing the confidential meeting that no one was allowed to know about—not until the right time came.Jackson was the one in charge. And now, the man of power and authority, whose wealth surpassed most people’s imagination, was driving his car swiftly through the busy streets, heading back to his luxurious residence to see the girl he had left for almost the entire day.The afternoon sun was scorching, and the intense heat outside suddenly sparked an idea in Jackson’s mind.As soon as he arrived home, Jackson entered his grand residence carrying a large white plastic bag containing a big bucket. Without wasting a second, he jogged up the stairs.Reaching the second floor, Jackson headed straight to Jennyfer’s room. He knocked briefly, then turned the doorknob before even hearing a reply from inside.Jennyfer, who had

“So… Jenny wants Brother to buy it for her? Aren’t you embarrassed to ask me that, hmm?” Jackson asked with a teasing smile. His heart felt unusually light tonight. Deep down, he realized that he shouldn’t let anyone else handle something so personal for his little wife — it was his responsibility.“I’m sorry… but Jenny doesn’t have any other choice. I’m really sorry for always troubling you, Brother.”“Hehee, you’re something else,” Jackson chuckled softly. “Alright then, wait here. I’ll be right back, okay?”“Hmm.” Jennyfer nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. But she truly had no other option.Jackson jogged down the stairs and exited the grand mansion. He drove off quickly toward a nearby minimarket on the main road.When he returned not long after, he entered Jennyfer’s room with a small grin.“That was fast, Brother!” Jennyfer exclaimed, surprised. She had been pacing back and forth nervously, too shy to sit on her bed.“Of course,” Jackson said, lifting th

“I have a family to support, Mr. President. Both of my daughters are still in college, and I really need this job. Please, Mr. President, don’t fire me,” Samuel pleaded desperately.“That’s not my concern. I never forgive those who lack determination and dedication in their work. You can leave right now, before we move on to our next discussion,” Jackson replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.His cold, expressionless face showed that Jackson never took decisions lightly. The other head contractors immediately straightened up, showing their composure and professionalism, silently proving that they were competent and fully committed to their duties.Humiliated, Samuel didn’t dare to argue or beg any further. He refused to lower himself again before Jackson—the man who had just publicly embarrassed him in front of all his colleagues.I’ll ask Ester to talk to her rude son-in-law later. Damn it! He’s still part of the family, yet he dares to treat me this way?! Samuel fume

That night, Jackson ended up having dinner alone.After finishing his meal, he went upstairs, glanced briefly toward his little wife’s room, and then stepped into his own, exhaling a long, heavy sigh.Jackson could feel that Jennyfer had started to change ever since she learned he had a male friend at her university.Both of them were trapped in their own misunderstandings — each believing what they wanted to believe — and that silent tension made it difficult for either of them to sleep well that night.When morning came, Jackson and Jennyfer sat down for breakfast together, but neither spoke much. Jennyfer greeted him with a soft “good morning,” and Jackson only responded with a small nod. Suddenly, they both felt distant, almost like strangers living under the same roof.Jackson assumed Jennyfer was acting differently because of that boy she’d grown close to at campus. Meanwhile, Jennyfer thought Jackson’s attitude had changed since the night he went to meet his “friend,” whom she

Jackson ended the call and quickly drove his car down the main road toward East Jakarta, heading straight to the central palm oil factory of PT. Raksa Tbk.It was already nearing noon, but his heart and mind felt unbearably heavy. The suffocating emotions in his chest made him forget that his stomach had been aching with hunger for hours.When he arrived at the factory, Jackson immediately met with the management team to discuss several issues—problems that still revolved around the same matter from last week. The price of palm oil had indeed started to increase, but only by a few percent from the previous rate of nearly three US dollars per kilogram.-“Good afternoon, Miss.”Bernard’s polite voice broke the silence. He had been standing upright in the campus lobby for quite some time, faithfully waiting for the young lady as instructed by his boss, the President Director. He didn’t dare wait inside the car, afraid that she might not notice he was there to pick her up.“...Eh, Mr. Be