Jackson placed the phone on the table, with the call still connected. “We’ve only met once. What could I have possibly done to deserve your visit today? Tell me.” He had deliberately put emphasis on their previous meeting. Both men had gone to see Tiffany. The angry sparks between them remained fresh in his memory.Jett pushed Alejandro, seated in a wheelchair as usual, forward. “You have a pretty good piece of land in your hands. Name your price. I want it.”Jackson narrowed his eyes. “Oh? Your information network is certainly efficient. I just haven’t decided on what to do with that piece of land; I haven’t set it aside just yet. After all, it’s pretty valuable. You have a lot of land on your hands now, so why are you buying more? Do you intend on monopolizing the market in the capital? Unfortunately, my friend has just called me and I’ve already agreed to give him the land.”“I’ll give you double of whatever he’s offering. What do you think?” Alejandro instantly replied.Jackson
Mark halted his steps. “Oh, did I wake you up? I’ll take my shower downstairs then.”Arianne rubbed her bleary eyes. “It’s alright, take your shower here. I’m so sleepy right now, I’ll have no trouble going back to sleep. But please bathe quickly and go to sleep. Don’t tire yourself.”Despite her okays, Mark still took it upon himself to be as featherlight as possible during his shower to make as little sound as he could. Once he came out of his bath, he took the space next to Arianne.The pair had singled Smore out aside, who pitifully only had his comforter as his company.Arianne had yet to slip deeply into slumber, so instinctively, she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew herself close into his embrace before adjusting her position. “If you continue to come home late from work every time, Smore’s gonna forget how you look sooner or later,” she teased. “You know how bad kids’ memories are. He sleeps in the same bed as we do, yet he never sees you… If he ended up forgetting
Tiffany brushed her nose. “’Chia right. As if you’ve got that much time on your hands.”Alejandro took a sip of the beer in front of him. “As we were saying, I just bought a plot from Jackson today. He’s quite adept at holding grudges, it seemed, because the way he treated me was the same as he would a love rival. He sold that plot with three times its supposed price.”Tiffany’s fixed the table with slightly downcast eyes. “Oh. So? You could have, I dunno, not accepted his offer if you thought it was too expensive. Or do you have so much in your pocket that you just want to burn off some of it?”Watching her feigning indifference made Alejandro chuckle. “Hee hee. It’s so obvious that you care a lot about this, so why pretend otherwise, hmm? Come on, there’s no need to fake anything when you’re with me, alright? Just be yourself. I won’t lie; I thought it was pretty expensive, but I needed it, so I said yes,” he explained, before adding, “Oh, and by the way, he’s coming to the branch
Jett stood outside Tiffany’s room instead of entering and took a watchful spot beside the door when the group reached Tiffany’s unit upstairs. Tiffany thought it strange, but she pushed Alejandro’s wheelchair into her unit anyway. He was a disabled man whose legs could no longer function—how dangerous could being with him be?Tiffany thought that she needed not to be too concerned.She only moved in recently, so she had yet to sort many of her things into place, thus leaving a mess. “I haven’t had the time to tidy my place, so… yeah,” she admitted sheepishly. “Er, I’ll go make you a cuppa tea now.”She went to the drinking station and began, but it was clear from her unpolished action that she was not very good. After a slip when she almost hurt herself with boiling water, a hand suddenly appeared next to her. “Allow me.”Tiffany froze. Why did Alejandro’s voice come from above her head? He was wheelchair-bound, so his voice should be coming from below her neck, right?She whipped
Tiffany quietly pushed open the door of the conference door, trying her best not to draw attention to herself. However, almost instantaneously, a talking Jackson’s attention drifted to her face the moment she stepped in. It lasted about two seconds before it casually left her.Tiffany’s mind had only one remark: that was it? That? Was it?She had not expected such a placid reaction. Had he really let her go or what?Amy was quick to remind her, “Miss Lane, despite being the Assistant Director, you’re late by a good whole twenty minutes.”An unnatural expression shadowed Jackson’s mien. He had been mildly surprised when he saw Tiffany coming into the room, but he remembered that all was per Summer’s arrangement and got over it. But now, it seemed that his dear mother appointed Tiffany as the Assistant Director, too.He should probably be glad that she was just the “assistant”…?He faked a cough before interjecting. “Take a seat, Miss Lane. Let’s resume this meeting—we’ll discuss y
Tiffany placed her notebook down on her desk before snapping pointedly, “And where am I supposed to sit?”Jackson replied without raising his eyes to hers, “Grab a chair yourself, duh. How the hell did you end up as ‘assistant director’ with that brain?”His retort chaffed Tiffany enough that she snickered, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not that I wanted to be one, you know. I came here thinking I was going to be a mere supervisor! Anyway, you already know that I got my job through my connection, so why even bother asking, Einstein?”Perhaps a little worried about her tone, Amy quickly interjected with feigned coughs. “Er, Miss Lane? You could grab a chair and move to my desk.”Tiffany stormily yanked a chair to where Amy sat, took a seat, and glowered at Jackson. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh? Don’t you dare kill my cactus with those poisonous fingers of yours!”Jackson immediately retracted his hand from the prickly plant and assumed a more serious, upright posi
Arianne was warmed to her core, but she remained unaffected on the surface. “Meh, it’s alright. You make way more of a mess out of me than Smore, a baby, ever could,” she intoned. “Come back soon, why won’t you?”Unfortunately, Arianne’s word choice invited misinterpretation. To Mark, the takeaway was that his wife was miffed by him neglecting her for half a month. Hence, when he saw that no one was around, he leaned close to her ears and breathed, “Hmm. That might just be what I’ll do tonight. We’ll kick Smore into his bedroom so that his Mommy and Daddy can have some privacy. Just you wait.”Arianne’s face turned as bright as a tomato. “Wait! T-That’s not what I meant!”He smirked. “Oh, that was exactly what you meant. Don’t play coy.”Arianne watched him hurriedly strutting away, the corner of her lips slightly quivering.Could this be what it felt like to have a happy, normal family? Just the three of them living in blithe serendipity, never fearing if any one of them would ab
The only reason behind Arianne’s wish to repair the Wynn Mansion was that it was her father’s childhood home. Hence, she could not possibly stand by and watch it slowly decay into ruin as the passing of time wrangled it. Yet, she was also hesitating because she worried that spending all of this money on the house would make her seem a little immature. The Tremonts’ money did not grow on trees.Neither was she willing to sell it away. From the way Henry described it, this antique mansion's price could rake up to about a few hundred million. Arianne was not terribly in need of that amount in her life, but the alternative—spending a similarly hefty sum on repairing and maintaining this house—also seemed like an obtuse move. Any entrepreneur would immediately recognize this as an investment with no returns.The dilemma stayed in Arianne’s mind on the way home. In the end, she decided to discuss it with Mark once he came home from work to see if he had better ideas.Several miles away fr