บททั้งหมดของ A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: บทที่ 981 - บทที่ 990

After being persuaded by Mark and Eric, Jackson no longer hesitated and made the video call.Tiffany had just gotten out of the shower and was doing yoga on the bed. Fortunately, she was not wearing any risque pajamas. Otherwise, he would not have let the others look at her. She appeared normal as she asked, “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say that you want to go home early to rest? Why are you in the restaurant? Go home early after your meal and don’t drink.” Jackson took the brooch out and showed it to her. “Do you recognize this?” Tiffany looked at the screen and scrutinized it for a moment before she said, “I don’t. Is it a brooch? Is it yours? I don’t wear such things. How would I know?” He continued saying, “I found it at your place near the water dispenser. It’s not mine, but it’s a man’s brooch. I didn’t ask you at that time. Now that I think about it, it’s better if I ask you about it.” Tiffany appeared shocked. She thought to herself, ‘A man’s brooch near the water dis

Both sides were at their coldest, least cooperative attitudes, and it was fanning the growing frustration within Mark’s chest.“This restoration project is going to cost at least $100,000 just for the most basic repairs, and this is only the gross estimates! For a house like that, a house worth around $1.5 million, it will demand even more money. It could literally cost millions!” he said.Arianne understood the reasoning behind mentioning the money. He was trying to make her bend under his will! But she would not yield, so she countered, “Oh, I see. Well, I have a couple of hundred thousand with me, so I’ll withdraw all of them for this and borrow the rest of the amount from you. Don’t worry, I’ll repay you. I may not be working, but I have a side income from my café. One day, I’ll return all of my dues.”Mark drew in a deep breath before fuming. “Must you insist on talking to me like this? Who says anything about wanting you to return that money?”“If that’s not the issue, then w

Jett had to admit that Alejandro thought ahead. He might have given up on removing Tiffany’s baby himself, but he knew what to say to fool Jackson into doing the dirty for him. That little conversation just now was enough to plant the idea in Jackson’s head that the baby wasn’t his, therefore playing on the man’s insecurities and banes.Regardless, the scene from before had made Jett very worried. He had always been Don Smith’s subject, for starters, and though he now answered to Alejandro, he was still expected to work for Don. What would happen to him when the truth of his work was out? Don could want him dead, or Alejandro could make him die. Either way, the only fate that awaited him was death. That was how much of a nightmare both sides were.The worst of all was that Don had been contacting him more and more often lately. This would not bode well.Jett continued to push Alejandro into the building and took notice that the anxiety level within the building seemed to have dialed

Tiffany’s head was thrown into a knot. She could not fathom whatever was in Jackson’s mind. Sure, she wanted to be successful in her career, but she never thought of giving up her baby for that. When she heard about her pregnancy, the emotion that overwhelmed her was genuine, surprised jubilance. Ever since she saw how adorable Smore was, she had wanted a child of her own.Tiffany planned to request maternity leave when she was near her delivery date, then resume working after that leave expired. Never had the thought of abortion crossed her mind.“No. I’m not giving up on the baby. I don’t even think its gonna affect my work in any way, either,” she said.Jackson was quiet for a beat before replying, “Listen to me. Get an abortion.”That was when Tiffany understood that her perspective was never included in Jackson’s consideration.The realization chilled her. “Why? Just, why? Can you at least give me a reason? You can’t—you can’t just tell me to let go of a kid for no frickin’ r

Mark pulled out his phone countless times, feeling the urge to call Arianne. However, he was afraid she would reject his calls again. That, in turn, would only upset him. He had to endure this. He needed to stop spoiling her so much and that included Aristotle. They were both too spoiled.Suddenly, someone gently pushed the office door open. A tall, slender, and pretty young woman dressed in office wear with her hair tied back into a loose ponytail glided into the room. “Mr. Tremont,” she said in a soft voice, “The director has asked me to bring these documents over. I didn’t knock as I was afraid of disturbing the baby. Should I leave these on your desk?”Mark nodded. “Put them down,” he softly replied, “I’ll look at them when I have the time.” As he spoke, he noticed that the woman had taken off her high heels and carried them in her hands when she entered. She did not use the readily-available disposable slippers. “There’s a shoe cabinet at the door with disposable slippers readil