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,

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said, "I'll call and place the orders for roses now,

Jay looked out of the car window.

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

turned the car and drove