Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jack questioned, "Are you going to break the law?"

Glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, Grayson shouted indignantly, "All I want is to protect my boss so that he doesn't end up harmed by two-faced b*stards like you."

Jack gave the two men who stood by the room doors, Storm and Tempest, a good once-over. The two seemed skinny and frail, coupled with their exquisite features on their fair porcelain skin, they did not look like fighters.

Planning to force his way in and hold Jay hostage as a way to restrict the bodyguard's movements, he instructed, "Men, I want him out of there."

Around a dozen men he brought over ran toward the room door. With a calm expression on their faces, Storm and Tempest stood like two bam trees, rooted strongly in place to protect their president who was behind those doors.

Infuriated, neither Storm nor Tempest held themselves back during the fight. A turning kick from Storm had Jack's men lying incapacitated on the floor. While those who were met with Tempest's hand to their necks began to bleed from their seven orifices.

Jack stared dazedly at Storm and Tempest. He had not expected such handsome and lithe men to turn

to be

them away before they dirty up the place." Refusing to give up, Jack huffed. "I'm Jay's father, Grayson. How could you forbid me from bringing my son away? I'll make you suffer for the rest of your

see

Grayson a venomous look right

fled the scene

he persecute the president so openly as his father? We might be able to stop him

that as well. The most important thing now is that we locate the missus' whereabouts. As long as the missus is here, her disapproval of changing hospitals is

the name on the president's marriage certificate is Angeline Severe. As Rose Boyle, there's not much the missus can do even

Grayson sighed.

young. Or such an abhorrent man like Jack would never have the say in the first place about where the

At Tourmaline Estate.