"Are you threatening me?" Esteban glared at Jayson, not expecting him to handle things this way.
"If you won't listen to reason, then I have no choice but to do it this way. Oh! And also!" He suddenly turned to look at Sanaa, startling her. "I haven't heard an explanation from your family about the news from my wedding, the one about my flowers being made from recycled materials. I expect an answer."
Sanaa was singled out and, bracing herself, said, "That has nothing to do with me. I don't know why either."
"Is that so? Well, I'll send a letter to the news station and sue that company. Let's see what they find out." He gave Sanaa a look, who was too afraid to lift her head.
"You... do you really have to go this far?" Sanaa's voice trembled slightly, her hands fidgeting nervously. It was just a small matter of money, and the news had already been buried, so why drag it out?
"I've never been so disrespected in my life. I'm not letting this slide," Jayson said, glancing between her and Esteban. Both of them grew visibly uneasy, the tension thickening with every passing second.
Esteban couldn't stand it for another second and hurriedly said, "Transfer the 30 million by tomorrow noon."
"Fine, but that money will be considered a hush fee. Anything that happened before today must never be discussed outside. If you need anything, contact my assistant, not Sidney. I don't want her surrounded by people who don't belong."
"You're a pervert!" Esteban shouted, and people nearby turned to look.
"Then forget it. I'm not in the business of losing money, you understand?" His expression suddenly turned serious and cold.
Esteban grabbed Sanaa, intending to leave, but Sanaa, unwilling to back down, said, "Don't think your wife is so noble. She'll marry anyone with money! She doesn't even love you!"
"Ha!" Jayson lowered his head, staring at Sanaa. He slowly moved closer to her. Sanaa backed away, until she hit a pillar, unable to retreat further. "That's between me and her. You don't need to butt in, got it?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets, shooting her a sharp look before turning to leave. The father and daughter were out of their depth, thinking that stirring up trouble would get them what they wanted. But he wasn't the type to reward that kind of behavior.
Jayson walked to the center of the venue, picked up a glass of wine, and resumed chatting, as if nothing had happened. Until his bodyguard came over and handed him a phone call, which turned out to be Sidney's bodyguard reporting her schedule for the day and the people she had met. After listening, Jayson hung up and continued his socializing.
There was no guest who didn't know he had recently gotten married, and many asked why his new wife wasn't attending with him.
He simply replied, "My wife has another schedule."
It was almost time for the gathering to end when Jayson left. He had his bodyguard take him straight back to home, knowing that Sidney was already home.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw her sitting in the living room, engrossed in the TV. The moment she caught sight of him, a bright smile spread across her face. She jumped up from the couch, her steps light and quick as she bounded toward him, her excitement almost palpable. She swayed side to side, her eyes sparkling with joy, clearly thrilled by his arrival.
"What's the matter?" Jayson asked.
Sidney pointed at her face. "Can't you see? I put on makeup today!"
Jayson glanced at her twice. "Not bad. It's much better than when we first met."
Sidney was surprised by his comment. "What? Is my makeup not good for our first meeting? I paid for a stylist to do it!"
"Too heavy, I don't like it." He washed his hands in the kitchen and took out a cold water jug from the fridge.
"You don't like it? Then what did you like about me back then?" Sidney followed closely behind him.
Jayson turned to her, his eyes sweeping over her with a teasing smirk before he said, "At first, it was all about the curves."
Sidney blushed upon hearing this and quickly glanced at her chest.
He continued, "Later, it was everything." He reached out a finger, pointing at her face and body, "I like this, and this."
Sidney pursed her lips and lowered her head, feeling too shy to look at him.
Jayson leaned in closer, his head near her ear, and seductively whispered, "Honey... when will you wear the lingerie I bought for you?"
