When Stephen’s men made it to the airport, the plane Jacqueline boarded had already taken off.

Lawrence’s heart dropped into his gut when he heard the news.

“Boss, Jacqueline flew away in a private jet. She must have planned this from the start. Her flight route was approved a long time ago,” one of the underlings reported to him.

Lawrence was furious to the point nerves started popping on his forehead. He delivered a strong kick at the other man. “Useless! You’re all useless! What the hell are all of you doing? You can’t even capture a single woman? How am I going to explain this to Mr. Jacobson?”

Over in Arcton, James leaned against the headboard with a satisfied expression, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers. He had just finished fooling around with the woman.

She was still naked as she lounged in his arms, tracing her small and delicate hand along the muscles of his tanned skin.

“James, were you talking to one of your girlfriends on the phone? I thought you wouldn’t care about her anymore now that you have me. I didn’t expect you to call her back.”

Her confidence had only grown because she assumed that James was pleased by their coupling, so she used the opportunity to play the coy and jealous lover in front of James.

James sucked in a breath of smoke and blew out some smoke rings. The smoke danced around them, occasionally obscuring his vision. He smirked as he lifted the woman’s chin. With passion swirling in his gaze, he stared deeply into the woman’s eyes, shooting her a dashing grin.

“No one can pleasure me like you do. I was just talking to a pawn. She still has some use left, so I gave her a hand. Once she’s no longer useful, she won’t even compare to Bebe.”

The woman’s name was Yvette Gates. She was one of James’ lovers. Bebe was Yvette’s dog, a snow-white Samoyed. As she listened to his explanation, her red lips curled upward with the sweet feeling spread through her chest.

“James, you shouldn’t talk about that poor girl that way,” Yvette reminded coyly.

She was a master at playing coy. Her eyes were extraordinarily alluring, making it all too simple to trap another person within her seductive gaze.

James let out a light chuckle. Lifting his chin again, he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

He was raring to go after Yvette’s teasing as he had a healthy libido, resulting in their bodies joining together in a passionate embrace.

…

Due to his failures, Lawrence was severely punished by Stephen. Then, Stephen reported what James had done to Ralph and Caleb without missing a beat.

In the study of Rivertown Villa, Caleb wore a somber expression. There was a

laptop on the study desk showing Ralph’s steely face on the screen.

Ralph was communicating with

Caleb via video call. His voice

boomed with authority as he admonished his son. “Caleb, I told you from the start that you shouldn’t have kept that bastard child. You

were too soft-hearted. The

Jacobson family only needs one

heir.”

Caleb felt ashamed and regretful, his face twisting in pain. “Dad, I’m the one in the wrong. I shouldn’t have shown him any kindness. I only did it because he has our family’s blood flowing.”

Ralph’s face reddened from anger. He scolded, “It’s all thanks to your blasted compassion that we’re in this situation now! Look at what James has done! Taking people out like they are trash. That’s three human lives he’s snuffed out!”

Stephen stood quietly to the side. Caleb could only lower his head and endure

Ralph’s verbal lashing, not daring to talk back to him.