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Jeff Cartman said just then. He was born in Zidonia, but was raised and educated in Minerva, and had been working at Mead Clinic for six years. He had garnered much accolades in that time as well, but he and Irene still considered fellow countrymen, and were quite close although Irene was basically on good terms with everyone else. "Sure." Irene nodded. "Then, I'll book a place," Jeff said with a grin. … Later, when Irene arrived at the designated spot, Jeff was already there.

he said with a threatening tone. "Please,it's me. Don't attack me" Jeff's voice begged. "Uncle Jefferson" Eddie turned around and smiled. "You are testing me?" he chuckled. "You are really your father's son. But, he would have known few steps away" he chuckled with him. Jeff was Eddie's uncle, the late Alpha King's brother. He was his beta, and a trusted companion. "I am still growing, Uncle Jefferson" he buttressed. "You like It?" Jeff traced his fingers on the throne like Eddie had been doing.

“It wasn’t me.” Jeffrey glared at him. “Stop trying to fool me. I’m old, but my mind is still sharp. Edward was ruthless and wouldn’t know to hide after making a mess of things. If you seized him, let him go now.” Elliot grew grim, asking, “Am I supposed to let him walk free and agitate you again?” Jeffrey kept going, “You’re not powerful enough. Don’t do anything that’ll make you a target.” Elliot looked at his grandpa. He felt like laughing and saddened at the same time. It was no wonder Edward said Jeffrey had his favorites. How else could he explain this?

Meanwhile, Jeff is seen sitting at a restaurant when Elizabeth strolls in and sits close to him. “What took you so long?” Jeff asked with a frown on his face. “There was traffic. I saw the statement you gave to the press, was it really necessary?” Elizabeth asked as she dropped her bag and removed her jacket. “Jessica deserves that, now the whole world would know the kind of person she is,” Jeff said and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “She’s still my daughter and I care about her besides you started all of this, “ Elizabeth said and Jeff scoffed “If she’s your granddaughter and you care about her, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, now tell me what deal you have and what truth you told my

It was an unknown number, and the message contained a high-resolution photo. It was a photo of Jeffrey sitting inside a high-end Geneva restaurant, laughing and drinking expensive wine with Arthur Vance! Below the photo was a simple text message: *'Enjoy the view from the top while it lasts, Leslie. By tomorrow, Jeffrey will take back everything you stole from him.'*

I finished cleaning the living room and the kitchen when Jeff came down running. He's wearing a black hoodie with a white inner shirt and a pair of black jersey shorts. He looked at me and I suddenly felt intimidated by his gaze because it seemed like he's judging my clothes. I am wearing a simple black shirt and a pair of leggings. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "You woke up early," he chimed and I nodded. "Are you ready? It's two kilometers from here." I nodded again. "Sure. Let me just wash my hands, "I replied and ran to the sink to get my hands washed. I wiped using the kitchen towel before following Jeff out of the house.

Isaiah jolted forward, and extended a hand to Jeffrey, who shook it firmly. "I'm glad." Jeffrey replied, before turning to me and raising an eyebrow in question. I dismissed Isaiah, before returning Jeffrey's curiosity. "What is it?" I say in between low chuckles. "Your P.A is a fine young man. I was of the belief that you did not hire personal assistants, y'know? Something about that interview where you said they were just glorified nannies." Jeffrey teased. I found myself laughing at my own words, which did not happen very often, unless I was telling a joke.

Jeffrey thought, staring at Rome as he sat down. When their eyes met, he smirked and said, “Hello, Mr. Jeffrey. This is our first time meeting, so let me introduce myself. I'm Rome, Rome Ford.” “Yo-u a-re wh-o…? Mr. Ford's son? I thought you went missing years ago?” Mr. Jeffrey said, wiping his palm on his trouser to dry the sweat. “I'm back. But I'm not here to play catch up. I came on behalf of my wife.”

Jeff says as he packs his laptop back into his bag. “You’ll come back after dropping her off right?” Jessica asks him. He sucks his teeth, “I have work, I think you guys can handle the rest.” I watch as Jessica's face falls with inquisitive eyes, but she manages to wipe it away before Jeff could notice. “I would say ladies first, but I have to survey and see if everything is safe before you come out.” Jeff says before sauntering outside. Turning to face Jessica I press down on my squeal. “You totally have the hots for Jeff.”

He looked around the room, waiting for some sign of approval. But then, Mr. Johnson, one of the top men from Vintage International, raised his hand. His expression was unreadable. “You,” he said, clearing his throat. “Mr…?” He raised a brow. “Jeffery,” Jeffery quickly introduced himself, adjusting his suit again. The man frowned, leaning forward. “Where is Mr. Jay?” At the mention of J, Jeffery’s expression changed instantly. He hadn’t expected J’s name to come up—not even once.