Now that Joneson Corporation was decimated, Michael had no choice but to make an official statement that he would not intervene in Elspeth’s marriage and career, giving her the liberty to maneuver her life. It finally appeased the fans as they let the Jonesons off the hook.
Elspeth released a short clip to tell everyone that she had forgiven him. Her cheeky counter made his blood pressure spike to the roof, resulting in his hospitalization.
When the news reached her ears, she was relieved that he would not get in her way for a long time.
Today was the day Elspeth and Callum returned to Damoria. While Callum was in the middle of an online meeting, Elspeth received a message from Frank.
‘Elspeth, there’s something I haven’t told you. Could you drop by the coffeehouse?’
It was surprising and doubtful, but she prepped up to go to the coffeehouse, nevertheless. A pall of ominous air shrouded the garage. Before she could enter her car, someone brusquely grabbed her wrist.
She realized it a little too late because the intruder’s hand had reached over and covered her face first. A strong smell wafted her nose, and drowsiness sat upon her eyelid.
Watching Elspeth fall in a swoon, the intruder heaved a sigh and looked at the man standing at the side. “We got her.”
Jordan sneered. “Good. Bring her to my place.”
“Yes, sir.”
…
By the time Elspeth regained her consciousness, she was fettered on a bed. Jordan, who was standing nearby, zeroed in on her like she was a masterpiece.
“It’s been a while, Elspeth.”
A nervous Elspeth put on a calm face. “I didn’t know you’re like this, Jordan. Are you angry because I didn’t get engaged with you?”
“You still have the heart to joke, huh?” It was the same old smile he had on his face, but a tinge of menace traced his lips. “I brought you here because I need your help.”
At the sight of that deranging eyes, she cursed inwardly but dared not enrage him. “What kind of help?”
“You know, it’s about my first love. Frank should’ve told you about her, right?”
Her gaze dimmed. “Isn’t she dead a long time ago?”
“Yup. She’s supposed to be dead.” The glint in Jordan’s eyes glazed over. “Let me tell you a story.”
She was not in the mood to listen to it. “Just kill me or zip it, Jordan.”
“Hear me out. You might be able to depart this life in peace after that.”
In peace? He must be outta his mind.
“She’s a wonderful person like you. Confident; pretty; and bright, but she’s not as calculative as you are. Can you believe someone like her was diagnosed with scurvy? Her blood is special, so they can’t find the right donor for her. She needs to undergo many treatments for her dear life.”
“So what? Are you trying to save her life with mine?” she retorted coldly.
Cruelty and an unfathomable glint flashed across his bright eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been looking for that very person for a long time. I performed a DNA test with your hair, and to my surprise, you’re the most suitable option.”
“Aren’t you afraid that she’ll hate you after knowing what you will do to me?”
Jordan’s expression did not change. “Let her be. My only objective is to save her. Besides, no one will know even if you’re dead.”
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