A while later, Mary returned with bad news. “I tried calling her, but it didn’t go through! She mentioned that she was looking forward to several days of unfettered revelries, so maybe she’s planning to keep her phone offline throughout so that no one can disturb her...? B-B-But what do we do, then?”
Mark’s lips quivered as raw emotions slowly took control of his features. “Oh, alright... Brava, brava... But two can play that game! Stay out there! Stay out there and don’t come back! I can take care of my son, no problem! I’ll bring him to my company! I don’t, for one, believe that she’s capable of not coming back to see her baby for a month! This time, I’m not going to plead with her to come back!”
Mary had the foresight to duck as far away as possible to save herself. She could see it, as clear as day. The war had begun because both sides refused to concede.
It was eight in the morning. As planned, Jackson West appeared before the main entrance of the Smith Enterprise.
Alejandro’s was a company from Ayashe now trying to carve out a plot for itself in the Capital, and he had only just launched that initiative. Yet, already the office building was dazzling with grandeur. It was a design feat only made possible by a family with deep pockets.
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