It seems like the same thing all over again! If I could just scream the excitement that I am feeling inside of me!!! The woman is being heavily guarded again! Only this time two gorgeous men are doing it for her! However, haven’t they learned anything yet?! Are they stupid? Or should I say, is Jordan really that stupid?!He should know better than that Englishman! But the way I look at it, the Englishman seems to have catch on much faster than him!! Just two incidents and he already connected it with the accident that Rachel or Maya or whatever f8cking name she has, had gone through. Or it seems to me he has the better connections.Jordan is lagging behind and it pleases me so much to see him suffering! It’s time that he realizes he won’t always be at the top. Sooner someone much better than him will come along and he’ll find himself losing. I’ve waited for this time to come and it’s finally here!One more thing I had also learned. That b1tch does not want her memories back! Looks lik

Robert Landau placed his cup of coffee back on his desk the following day and stood up, going to one of his wooden drawers, pulling one out and rummaged through the files for a while. He finally pulled out a red folder, checked the papers inside before heading back to his desk.Jordan watched intently as the older man sat on his desk and browsed through the papers. After sending off his family the following day, Mason approached him and informed him that he had already contacted Robert Landau and had set up an appointment with him at his residence.“Jordan, it’s good to see you, son,” Robert Landau greeted when Jordan was escorted to his office in his residence. He shook Jordan’s hands warmly and requested for his staff to serve them some coffee. “You secretary sounded urgent over the phone. Is something wrong?”“Grandpa revealed something to me last night and told me to confirm it with you,” Jordan answered calmly after they had taken their seats. “The truth is, grandpa’s been pretty

Maya opened her eyes when she felt someone caressing her forehead lightly. She turned to one side and saw to her surprise Jordan, looking down at her with utmost concern. He looked pale and shaken as a look of relief filled his face when their eyes met.“T-Thank God you’re awake, Maya,” he whispered meaningfully. Unable to stopped himself, he bent down and kissed her forehead before touching it with his own. “I thought I’m going to lose you again. God, I was shaken when I was told of the accident.”“Am I in the hospital?” She asked weakly. She looked around the room. “W-Where’s Grayson?”Without asking for assistance, Maya struggled to sit up and Jordan immediately helped when he saw what she is doing. She raised her arms and was shocked to see an IV on her right hand, her left hand currently has been placed in a cast and her head was wrapped in a tight bandage.She looked at Jordan, who did not move from her side.“W-Where’s Grayson?” She asked again intently. “Is he okay?”Before Jo

Maya, with the assistance of Steven, her bodyguard carefully stepped out of the car when it stopped at the driveway at the hospital, a week later when she was discharged. She sat down on the wheelchair prepared for her and Steven then wheeled her inside.As much as she wanted to walk, her legs will give out the longer she stands, something her physical therapist is helping her with.After being given the all clear for discharged on her third day in the hospital, she received news that Grayson had slipped into a coma. Something that she had feared every time she goes see him and he still had not regained any consciousness.Benedict had to put some sense back and lectured Maya when she broke down in front of him when she was given the news.“Grayson does not need your tears, Maya,” Benedict lectured firmly. He placed both hands on her shoulders and gently shake her to stop her from crying. “He’s not going to be happy if I tell him that you’re acting like this when he wakes up.”“Now, li

Gloomy skies and heavy rain currently going on a Friday morning, Grayson watched from his wheelchair silently in the middle of his office through the full glass, as the plants that the landscaper had placed outside as well as the one that Maya had added are being soaked and from time to time following the wind that would pass through them. “I want to be alone,” Grayson stated to his aide after telling him to stop the chair. “You can take your break. I’ll call on your phone when I’ll have need of you.” “Yes, sir,” the aide responded and went out from the office, closing the door quietly. He looked down at the folder that Thomas had placed on his lap, telling him that Cunningham could not be located since Monday. The folder contained the divorce papers that Callum had prepared based on his brother’s instructions. “What the f8ck are you saying that Cunningham could not be located?” Grayson barked at Thomas when he arrived that morning and told him about the update. “He simply did not