Chapter 205
Jensen Hawthorne nodded, his mind replaying the surveillance footage of Benjamin and Candice cornering Rebekah. A fresh wave of anger surged through him.
“Prepare to begin the acquisition of the Fletcher Group next month,” he ordered.
The assistant nodded, took the signed file, and left the office. Just then, Jensen’s phone vibrated with a text from an unknown number.
‘Jensen, are you really not going to see me p>
His face impassive, Jensen turned off the screen, the warmth draining from his eyes. It seemed he had to clean up these messes faster than he thought.
On her way home, Rebekah bought too much fruit and decided to give some to Jensen. She sent him a message asking if he was home yet.
Instead of texting back, he called.
“I should be home around eight. Is everything okay p>
Rebekah smiled. “Everything’s fine. I just bought some fruit and wanted to bring some over for you p>
A feeling of surprised delight bloomed in Jensen’s chest.
“Why don’t you come over to my place when you get back?” she continued. “And if you haven’t eaten, I can make you something p>
“Okay p>
After hanging up, Jensen moved to conclude his meeting with newfound urgency. A meeting scheduled to end at six-thirty was abruptly finished by six. He delegated all follow-up tasks to his beleaguered assistant.
As the assistant began to protest, Jensen cut him off. “Your end-of-month bonus is doubled p>
The assistant immediately fell silent, pledging his undying loyalty.
Rebekah had just arrived at her apartment complex when she saw Benjamin waiting by the entrance. The moment he spotted her, he strode forward, his face a dark mask of anger.
“You’re coming with me p>
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron, and began dragging her toward his car parked nearby.
“What are you doing?” Rebekah struggled against him. “Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you p>
With a powerful shove, Benjamin threw her into the passenger seat. “Grandfather is dying. If you have any conscience left, you’ll come with me now p>
At his words, Rebekah stopped fighting. Old Mr. Forrester was dying? The news was both expected and a shock. The doctors had said be might not make it through the month. Though she resented him for using her, she couldn’t forget the kindness he had shown her in the past. She wouldn’t refuse to see him one last time.
She fell silent and sat obediently in the car. But after they had been driving for a while, she realized something was wrong.
“This isn’t the way to the old estate p>
She turned to look at Benjamin and was met with a chilling sight. His face was grim, his dark eyes fixed on the road, and an unnerving, cold aura emanated from him.
Fear began to creep in. “Grandfather’s fine, isn’t he?” she asked. “You lied to me p>
The sky was darkening rapidly, and the streetlights began to flicker on, casting an orange glow that illuminated Benjamin’s cold, hard face with each passing lamp. He glanced at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
“Rebekah, this time, you’ve gone too far p>
“What are you planning to do?” she asked, her voice wary.
He didn’t answer, instead slamming his foot on the accelerator. The black Porsche
shot forward, weaving through traffic as it sped down the highway.
When Jensen arrived back at the apartment building, the first thing he did was knock on Rebekah’s door. He waited for a long tinge”, but one answered: Standing in the empty hallway, Jensen’s brow furrowed with concern.