Henry wailed tragically. Upon realizing that it was impossible to scam Jasper of his money, he left with despair on his face.
Despite it no longer being as great, the Falcon 2000 was still a private plane he had been dreaming of owning. Plus, it was more than cool enough to brag about back in Harbor City.
Henry immediately confirmed the purchase after he consoled himself. He did not want to stay by Jasper’s side anymore in fear of suffering more.
Jasper found himself held back by Jack and the other senior executives after Henry left.
“You have to come join our celebratory party today no matter what, Mr. Laine,” Jack told Jasper with a smile.
“Won’t my presence restrain you from fully enjoying yourselves?” Jasper smiled.
Jack waved him off. “The older ones are resting today and they’re planning to buy souvenirs for their family. It’s just a few of us today and we’ve all been following you for quite some time. There’s nothing to be restrained about.”
“Alright then, let’s go celebrate.”
Jasper gave in at Jack’s persistence.
After all, celebrations like this were a good way for him to build better relationships with them.
He may be their superior, but it was still very important to gain his subordinates’ favor.
Nothing was going on today anyway, so he was glad to relax his taut nerves that had been getting worse recently.
In Four Seasons Hotel, while Jack dragged Jasper away for daytime drinking.
Wharton was sitting behind the desk in the study with his hands held together under his chin. He was slightly frowning as he looked up at the frantic woman who was shifting in her seat not too far away from him.
This woman was Yvonne Stone, the secretary Celine fired.
Yvonne, who was once a high-spirited and high-ranking white-collar worker, had now fallen into an embarrassing state full of despair all in half a month.
Yvonne looked at Wharton cautiously. While she had a few lovely memories with this man in front of her, Yvonne knew his character all too well.
He had used too many women that he could no longer count them, and none of the women who ever thought that they could gain benefits by selling their bodies had ended well.
That was why Yvonne did not dare to think that Wharton would treat her any differently because they had slept together before. Instead, all she felt was fear when she learned that Wharton had asked her to come over.
“Yvonne Stone.”
Wharton called out Yvonne’s name softly and stood from where he sat. He walked around the desk and stood in front of her before reaching out to gently lift her face.
Reflected in his pupils was a relatively beautiful face with a petrified expression.
“Sir… Sir Wharton,” Yvonne spoke shakily and it was evident that she was trying to control her fear.
“You’re terrified of me?” Wharton’s tone grew even softer as though he was afraid of further scaring or terrifying the woman.
Yvonne was close to tears as she replied, “I’m sorry, Sir Wharton, I… I…”
“Why are you saying sorry? Do you perhaps think that you’ve done something wrong that you didn’t tell me about?” Wharton asked gently.
His tone grew even gentler and his expression was calm, but his gaze was filled with ice-cold disgust.
“Tell me, why did Celine fire you? Who is that man beside her?
“And why didn’t you tell me she fired you? Why was your first response to hide? Did you think you could hide from me?”
Yvonne’s heart instantly sank in despair at Wharton’s words.
