Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay picked Rose up and threw her roughly under the desk. He pulled off his azure tie and bound her hands with it to the leg of the table.

He then snatched up a rag from the table and stuffed it into Rose's mouth.

All Rose could do was continuously lash out at Jay with her two free legs.

Unfortunately, her struggles were futile in the face of the vast difference between their strengths.

With his prey immobilized in his net, Jay grinned. "Rose, you can be honest with me." He ruthlessly aimed a kick at Rose's short flailing legs.

Temporarily satisfied, he then casually whipped out his cell phone and called his baby boy.

Rose was left with her hair in a mess, her clothes torn, and her initially snow-white legs covered with bruises.

She stared at Jay indignantly and gave out muffled whines from her gagged mouth. She was, however, not crying or anything of the sort.

Her inaudible screams were, in fact, a string of obscenities aimed at Jay, cursing that he would get hit by a car if he was on the road, that he would be swallowed by a tsunami if he went to sea, and that he would run into a tornado if he boarded a plane.

Suddenly, a tiny and composed child's voice resonated from Jay's cell phone.

"Daddy!"

Rose instantly fell silent.

Her bloodshot eyes were locked onto Jay's cell phone.

Jay spared Rose a contemptuous look. His shirt was hanging loose after he removed his tie, baring his sexy neck.

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face soured and he glared

I'm busy." Jenson said

who knew his son very well, said casually, "Make your own lunch

phone gave a

face turned

would dare to hang up on a call from Jay Ares. Honestly, Jay did not quite know how to handle the

clock on the wall chimed

his son. In fact, it had been going on for the entirety of five years. Jenson had many quirks

meals prepared by anyone other

was simple. Other people's food was

he felt a dish was lacking, he would roll his eyes and say,

to rush home one hour before noon. In case of the occasional business trip, he would prepare his son's meals and store them in the refrigerator

solve the problem. Jenson was a natural prodigy

tutored his son countless times but the dishes

bad that even Jenson himself refused

eat them.

several quarrels between the father and son, Jenson grudgingly compromised and agreed to

and abnormal son,

tied to the table and the anger in him

were not for this accursed woman, his life

he was no saint-minor annoyances in his life were to be expected

the unmistakable malevolence in his eyes

her mouth and said maliciously, "You're in luck. I'm going to leave for a while, so you better pray that your Little Lover will hurry up and save you sorry a*s. If you're still here when I return, you can look forward to a horrendous

cut short as Jay shoved the rag back into

got up, grabbed his car keys from

Jay instructing his bodyguards outside the door. "You all can leave your post now. No one can unlock the fingerprint lock, anyway. You can