He was an easterner, and of Somer descent, so naturally, the west was his enemy.
More importantly, Jasper had already realized that someone was targeting him so he had to deal with this issue extremely carefully.
Dawson patted Jasper on the shoulder when he heard the man and did not say anymore.
As of this moment, Jasper no longer needed to be reminded at every turn.
“Alright, then. Go take a bath and rest, we’ll eat dinner in a few.”
Jasper soaked comfortably in the bathtub upstairs.
He could not help but think that the rich had nothing better to do. ‘Instead of enjoying life as it is, why do you have to make yourself suffer with horseback riding?’
The next day, Jasper and Wendy went to the office together.
Jasper arrived at his own office and began to chisel at his pile of work.
While Malcolm had managed to help shoulder a large portion of his responsibilities, there were still a lot of things Jasper had to deal with himself.
There had been many accumulated matters that had to be dealt with immediately. Many ofwhich were forced to be put on hold since he did not sign his agreement.
A day passed before he knew it.
By evening, the large stack of documents had finally been completely dealt with.
Jasper rubbed his sore neck and called someone to take out the pile of documents and dis tribute them to their respective departments.
“Come on, let’s go eat dinner.”
Wendy walked through the doors and saw Jasper massaging his neck. So, she naturally made her way over and raised her hands to give him a massage.
Jasper exhaled in comfort and asked, “Why are we eating out?”
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