Jay’s brows furrowed tightly, and Grayson immediately cut to the chase. "Mr. President, the rascal brought Missus to a bar an hour ago.”
Flames of fury poured from Jay’s cold eyes. "Damn it!"
Standing elegantly, frost oozed off his lithe figure in oppressive waves.
The next moment, his long legs marched toward the door.
Grayson dared not make a sound as he pondered which side he should stand on. After all, by ending this rascal, the president was bound to have a conflict with the missus.
"Janice wishes to see you, Mr. President," the secretary reported as she panted from running over.
This woman was Janice, the Australian contact for the new project between Grand Asia and Australia.
"Let her wait."
The secretary replied, "Janice said time is of the essence, Mr. President. She has to catch the flight after negotiating the details with you."
"Tell her my backyard caught fire."
The secretary gaped at him.
Grayson waved a hand to dismiss her. "Have her wait
a short while."
However, Janice exited the elevator just as Jay was about to enter.
She blocked his path.
Unable to pull himself out, he concluded the negotiation in the fastest way he knew possible.
Then, he rushed to the bar.
Inside the bar.
Both Rose and Josie were drunk. Inhibited by alcohol, Rose took the opportunity to diss Jay.
"Your brother... Just because... He's easy on the eyes, h e thinks he can be rude to me. Let me tell you, when I become the Audrey Hepburn of his dreams, I'll prance i n front of him all the time until he can’t walk straight anymore. Then I'll... I’ll make him suffer..."
Hearing that, Jay's long legs instantly stopped.
Standing outside of the bar's doors, he turned the hot temperature outside the bar into a freezer as if he was a high powered air conditioner.
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