Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 36

Jason abruptly looked up, staring coldly at Eric, his face dark. ‘Did I hear wrong, or did you misspeak?”

Eric swallowed hard, steeling himself. “I didn’t misspeak, and you heard right. He indeed demanded that Mrs. Wilson spend a night with him and promised he’d sign the contract right after that.”

With a loud “bang, Jason’s hand slammed down on the coffee table, rattling the cups on top. ‘Has George lost his mind? With all the young, beautiful ladies around, he goes after a married woman. How dare he make such a demand? It’s a slap in the face, no man could stand for that,” he thought angrily to himself.

“Did he give any reason? To my knowledge, it’s his first visit to Rathland, and he hasn’t even seen Sophia. How on earth could he take such a liking to her that he’d ask for her in particular?” Jason tried to suppress his rising anger.

Eric glanced down, avoiding those anger–filled eyes, I’ve had someone look into it. Mrs. Wilson spent a good half–year in Eindlo for treatment before marrying you. It was then she met George. As for what happened between them, further investigation is required. Right now, though, we need a plan for how to handle his outrageous demand, especially with how crucial this project is to breaking into the Eekeind and Greland

markets.”

“Plant” Jason sneered coldly. “What’s to plan? Am I supposed to send my wife to someone else’s bed? Tell him if he’s earnest about collaborating. that’s great, but if not, then forget it.”

nodded and turned to leave

Jason, still seated on the couch, called out, “Hold on, let me mull this over. Don’t rush with the reply. Tell

he? I get that the partnership is a big deal, but what George is asking for is downright shameless; no self–respecting man would agree to that, he thought.

Wilson, are you

his hand, cutting him off. “Do as I said. No more

in silence. Meanwhile, Jason grabbed the phone from the table and dialed the landline for Classa Garden. The call connected almost instantly. “What’s Sophia doing at home?”

answered with due respect, “Mrs. Wilson took off at two in the afternoon and hasn’t come back yet. Didn’t you know, Mr.

at his watch; it was around six in the evening. “How come nobody told me she went out? How

after her?”

trembled as she tried to explain in a rush, “Mrs. Wilson asked us to do a major clean–up at lunchtime. We’ve been tied up with that

nobody watched her, and now she’s been out all this time without a word to me? Take three months‘ salary and g waiting for the

I won’t

slackers.” Not