"Preposterous!" Robson exclaimed, stopping at the door. He was in the process of dragging the young lady out of the office when he overheard what Jaai had just said. "Don't you think you are over reaching right now?" He walked back towards Jaai. "It was already enough that we allowed you to see the CCTV footage. Don't you think you're pushing your luck right now?""Robson?" Claire tried to call him into order. "Miss Claire." Robson turned to her with a resolute gaze. "I understand that you are trying to tolerate this guy. I mean, it's your known practice. You love to give everyone a chance at redemption. It's a great trait but people would take advantage of something like that." He looked very concerned as he spoke to her. "If that's not the case, people like this guy would not have had the right to stand in front of you right now, let alone find the guts to make such a ridiculous claim!"Robson was very obstinate about the stance that he had just assumed on the topic. It was evid

"Diane Kent?" Claire couldn't believe her ears. The call was hung immediately, denying her the opportunity to come to a perfect understanding. The interface of the system popped up in the mind of Jaai, and Mumu appeared right in front of his face, in the middle of the air,"Ciara and Diane are here." Mumu said to him. Diane? Jaai thought. What could she be doing here? When he remembered that this place was a bank, then he realised that his question was baseless. "Actually. She's here with Claire." Mumu added. After this, the interface was taken down and Mumu disappeared into thin air. At this moment, Jaai didn't know what to really think. Ciara and Diane are at the bank? Did they come together? If so, for what reason? Jaai quickly got up on his feet. "What happened, Miss Claire? Did another person call to pretend again?" Robson could only imagine who had called Claire. Jaai walked off his position and headed towards the door. Robson suddenly walked into his path and blocked hi

Jaai walked towards the entourage of cars lining up at the front of the bank. The garage was occupied by the vehicles that summed up the entourage. As he approached, two men dressed in black suddenly stepped forward to block him. Jaai stood there, understanding their motive and duties. There was no point of arguing with them. He pulled out his phone to dial a number. Hardly had he made the call,"Let him through." A feminine voice called from up ahead. The men in black, recognizing the owner of the voice turned around and bowed, then walked away from Jaai. Jaai looked to see Diane waving at him from inside one of the exotic vans. He approached the van and stood by the door. "Climb in. You're not a stranger." She said. Jaai climbed into the van and the door slid close beside him. He came to settle beside her. Inside the van looked like the foyer of a luxurious villa. Jaai had never seen anything like this. Although he was filthy rich to the point that he wasn't sure of what to d

"What the hell." Diane muttered, unable to come to terms with what was right in front of her. Jaai was watching the screen, too. He could see as Robson glided his tongue down the sole of the shoe, coating his tongue with the dark smears of the shoe. He was neither impressed nor felt pity. If a man would talk without thinking, then he would grieve without crying. Jaai's gaze shifted to the top corner of the screen. He could see the live video stats. By the minute, at least a hundred thousand new viewers joined the live. In just a short period of time, the video had climbed ranks and was doing crazy numbers. There were a lot of people gifting and pouring comments the way of Robson. Jaai's gaze shifted back to Robson. The young man seemed to be done with one side of the shoe as he turned it to the other side. [Ping! System loading]The system interface suddenly popped out of nowhere, overshadowing the scene of Robson. For a fact, Jaai couldn't see the TV screen anymore. The screen

Claire was too stunned by that question to give a precise reaction. She wasn't sure if she was listening right. She thought perhaps something had blown past her mind creating a sort of illusion in her mind. She stopped in her tracks for a moment and turned to look at Jaai. Jaai was sitting in the couch, staring directly at her. Looking at his face, she didn't know what to actually make of it. She decided to ignore what she thought she had heard. There was no way in the world that Jaai would have said such a thing to her. She couldn't find the possibility of it no matter how much and hard she thought about it. She walked away, resuming her pace in the direction of the door. She had done what she came here for and shouldn't overstay her welcome. She knew what hassle she went through before getting the receptionist to agree to put a call through to Jaai. Initially, the receptionist had refused point blank that she wouldn't dare to disturb Jaai's peace with a call. The receptionist al