Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay extended his hand and Grayson promptly passed him the phone.

Jay said coldly, "Didn't you want the newest Maybach? Help me get Rose back and I'll give you one."

John was surprised. "Jay, are you sure that you want to remarry Rose? Hey, I'll be a good fourth uncle and remind you of this. With your qualifications, you should have your eyes on the entire world instead of hanging yourself onto the neck of one tree, alright?"

"Cut the cr*p," Jay ordered.

Seeing how he would get the newest Maybach after this, John decided to put up with his little nephew's rudeness. "Don't be impatient. Let me break it down for you. Firstly, Rose doesn't care about money. We can tell that from when Baby Robbie rejected the generous rewards from his great-grandpa. She's a poor, foolish woman who only has her backbone left."

Jay said angrily, "John Ares, watch your words."

"Yo, no way. Jay, you used to wish that we'd all help to drown her to death by spitting on her, and now you get angry when we use slightly less respectful words when talking about her? You're not getting attached to her, are you?" John said teasingly.

"Alright, she's not foolish, she just loves you too much. Without even accepting a penny from the Ares family,

This can

intelligence, good figure, and gorgeous looks. God has already been so kind to you, then he rewards you with such a flawless and pure love. I'm so jealous that I'm turning green." This time, Jay did not interrupt John in

always tell that Rose liked him, but he could

fought with him and tried her best to roast him,

turned out it

just desperately trying to cover up her affection toward him because she was afraid that he would

into her good books. Giving flowers is cheesy, but they work. If the flowers don't get you back into her good graces, then jewelry. Especially custom- made jewelry as those will move her to tears for sure. These two are the best

and hung up

he looked at Grayson. "You know what to do next, right?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

call and place the orders for roses now, Mr.

out of the car window. "Take

image of the cool, haughty Mr. Ares standing amid a hundred flowers and his looks bringing them all

car