Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay took the elevator from the basement straight to the ninth floor.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he stared at Grand Asia's entrance below. The group of people was still there, which meant so was Angeline.

Jay frowned. Their words were sharp and difficult to hear. He wished that Angeline would leave soon before her self-confidence got beaten up by their criticisms.

Angeline stood at Grand Asia's entrance like an abandoned doll. She stood blankly, soulless and calm.

After a long while... The group of people finally scattered, and Angeline left Grand Asia while feeling disheartened.

Tugging hard on the tie that closed on him like shackles, Jay felt himself finally able to breathe.

He flipped open the document only to realize his mind was filled with Angeline's begrudging expression.

Unable to concentrate, he snapped the file close and leaned against the back of his wheelchair with a frustrated shout, "Grayson."

Grayson entered the room in agitation. "Is there anything I can help with, Mr. President?" "Do you have a plan that will get Angeline to give me u

p? I don't want today's events happening again."

expression turned complex. "Miss Severe's spirit is the way it is because of you, Mr. President. You're the one who taught her to face obstacles head-on. If you want Miss Severe to stop bothering you, you must

I fear that you wouldn't want to do such a thing to her,

Jay demanded, "Speak!"

If Miss Severe finds herself falling for another man, I'm sure she'll stop coming after you,

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from word-of-mouth rumors. Not that he had heard much either. It was fortunate that his mind was quick, so he could guess the rest from what he

the president is against Miss Severe dating another man, then there's another plan. You'll

plan, but he could not think of anything better. He spoke,

Grayson replied, "Yes, Sir."

fetched out a handkerchief and dabbed the cold sweat

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