The Wrath of Jordan Jefferson

s of the Bennett estate, the atmosphere hit him

ing fe

he sa

ms crossed tightly across her chest. Her lips were

at the company office, about a month ago. That day, he'd walked past a glass-walled conference room and

the man was a b

knew

own file and tossed it onto the table in front o

few seconds. Then, slowly,

nds st

e divorc

ned," Zoe said

Her expression didn't flinch. No sad

a quiet laugh. "You heard her, man. Or do you

ut of this, young man." He said

st from Jordan. She didn't expect him to

d asked him to care for. This was the life he had accepted out of gratitude, e

t made

the man

tepping stone. A sacrifice f

ase, her arms folded as well. Her eyes were fill

and get out of our lives. Or do you want me to remind yo

at Zoe. "Is this wh

ght of him. "Are you blind, Jordan?" She asked, her voice venomous. "Can't yo

bled slightly as he

last time. Then again, he lo

n't eve

lf, the kind that comes when

h, Jordan leaned f

y stood up, walked to his room

ed to the guest house at the back, waiting for the rig

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ning came wi

tin robe, cup of tea in hand. She spotted Jordan w

ith a mocking laugh. "I thought yo

nothing. He

st night. Make sure you scrub the bathroom well, and don't touch any of my perfumes

n sto

er. His eyes were no longe

were

ing anything,"

d her brows.

ot until I tell your husband what you and your daughter did behind his back. After

her face. This was the first time Jordan had

like that?" she stammer

ised her hand, read

nd, Jordan's hand shot up an

yes w

said, his voice low and serious. "You don't h

rist still in his grip

car pulling into the com

both

had entered

witch had flipped. She straightened her robe, smoothed her hair