Sir Ares, Goodnight

After Grayson returned to the company, he pondered over and over again before eventually informing Angelina of Jay's situation.

Grayson said in a choking voice, "Ms. Severe, he's not doing well at all. The vegetables they eat are wilted and yellow. They were a little spicy as well, none of which is good for his stomach." Angelina was stunned for a very long time after hearing what he said.

"I just gave him money, didn't I?"

"Marilyn accidentally lost the bank card and all the money in the card was transferred out."

There was a spark of anger in Angelina's eyes. "I want you to check and see who on earth has stolen that bank card. Once you find that culprit, I want you to punish him severely." Grayson clenched his fist. "I will."

"Go on then."

When Grayson left, he suddenly remembered something else when he got to the door. His countenance turned vague as he turned around to look at Angelina.

Angeline was reading documents with her head lowered.

Grayson felt awful.

For the past few years, Ms. Severe had used her own soft and tender shoulders to help Master Ares carry the weight of Grand Asia and be its backbone. She remained so determined and persistent because o the faintest hope she had in her heart that Master Ares would return again.

If that bit of hope eventually vanished into thin air, her fragile heart would definitely not be able to take such an immense blow. Hence, it would be better to give her an early reminder so she could at least be mentally prepared.

Angeline lifted her eyelids and looked at

blurted out, "Ms. Severe, I found a Durex condom packet in his

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he was

was inevitable as they were husband and wife, for some reason,

such a terrible mood that she smacked

pen, scribbling the job scope of a personal assistant on it in a fit of

24 hours a day, she filled up his schedule. In addition to handling all kinds of company matters, he also needed to

think about, huh? This will be

The next day.

fragments like a sea of flames erupting to the skies. An endless stream of employees rushed

In the president's office.

hand as she carefully examined her makeup. She had retained the cold charm of her smoky makeup today but ditched the greasiness

course, Jay was the one who had forced her to make such a

not want to trigger his mysophobia after he saw her, hence she compromised by putting on a