Chapter 13

As he spoke, the door was pushed open and an attractive secretary poked her head through. The secretary respectfully said, "Mr. Ares, there is a pretty lady here for you.” She sounded rather excited and gossipy. Grayson told her off, "Don’t you know that Mr. Ares's office prohibits females from entering arbitrarily? Send her away.” Jay actually wondered momentarily if it was the accursed woman, Rose. However, when he heard the secretary describing the woman as pretty, he dismissed the thought. ‘That mundane and shapeless Rose with her dated style could never be described with that word.’ The secretary closed the door and returned to the reception desk. She said demurely, "I’m sorry, Miss. Mr. Ares isn’t accepting guests now.” Rose lifted her chestnut curls and took a deep breath to suppress her anger. Then she huffed, "Your president invited me himself. What’s the meaning of him turning me away now? I’ve already done my part and surrendered. Why is he treating me like I’m less than a human being?” The secretary was stunned. In all her years of working in Grand Asia, that was the first time she had ever heard someone insult Mr. Ares so courageously. Jay and Grayson walked out of the office and headed to the elevator. On the way, they heard Rose’s raised voice and turned around to see what was happening at the secretary’s desk. When the secretary noticed the annoyed and bloodthirsty look in Mr. Ares’s eyes, she quickly pretended to organize her desk. Jay stood directly behind Rose as she remorselessly continued to list out his wrongdoings. "The customer is always right. If it wasn’t for our money paying him, how would he run his business?” "Oh, Rose..." Jay growled her name from behind through gritted teeth. Rose almost fell to the ground from the sudden voice. She whirled around to see Jay with his hands in his pockets, glaring daggers at her. The only thing Rose could do was smile sheepishly at him. ‘F*ck.’ She had been full of resentment and needed to vent. The thought of Jay not allowing any women near him made her so exasperated that she could not help but ridicule everything about Jay to the sweet secretary of his. Much to her surprise and dismay, Mr. Ares caught her in the act. She wondered if the misfortunes were piling up on her because she did not pray to the gods before leaving the house. "Sir Ares!" Rose changed her demeanor instantly. However, her nervousness caused her to touch her bag uncontrollably. "Come in with me." Jay turned and walked into the office. Rose remembered the atrocities that occurred in the office yesterday and hesitated. "Sir Ares, how about we have our chat outside here? I’m really busy today, can you just tell me—" Jay stopped in his tracks and turned to glare at her. "How busy are you?" Rose quickly took back what she said. "No, no, no. I mean, you’re the Sir Ares. You probably have a million things to do today. I don't want to take up too much time of yours. Why don’t you just say what you wanted to tell me here?” Jay stared at his watch intently. He finally gritted his teeth and asked, "Rose, do you want to see Jenson?" In a trice, Rose flew like the wind and rushed up to Jay. Jay spared her a contemptuous look and walked into the office. Rose did not hesitate this time and obediently followed Jay into the room. Jay sat down on his black swivel chair and stared at the pretentious woman in front of him. He was honestly a little surprised to find that she looked like an actual human being when she was dressed up! He proceeded to toss a contract in front of Rose. With an overbearing tone, he said, “Sign it.” Rose took the contract warily and quickly scanned the relevant details in the contract. As she reached the end, she could not help but protest, "This is a typical clause of a capitalist tyrant. I won't accept it." She threw the contract back to Jay. It was a medical exemption contract that asked for Grand Asia to be given permission to use her mother as a guinea pig for new technology. If her mother died from it, Grand Asia would only have to pay a meager compensation. On top of that, family members could not appeal against them on any grounds. If she were to sign the contract, she would basically be selling her mother off to Grand Asia Hospital. Rose was not stupid. She sneered at Jay, "I see you just love threatening me with my mother. Sir Ares, I know you want revenge. So give it to me straight! Don’t take it out on a dying old lady. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?” Jay looked at Rose and raised an eyebrow. "You yourself just said that I’m a capitalist. Does it make sense for a capitalist to willingly suffer a loss when dealing with business?” Rose straightened her neck and said, "As long as I don't sign the contract, it won’t take effect. I would never do business with you!" Rose had a stubborn look on her face. Jay’s next words sounded like a death sentence. "Do you think I can’t afford to pay for medical negligence if your mother died in Grand Asia?” Hic— Rose was jolted awake. Her mother’s life was in Jay's hands the moment she was transferred into the hospital. Whether she signed the contract or not, her mother's fate could not be changed. The only thing that could change was how much that capitalist was willing to compensate. He wanted to be free from compensation. The stingy, evil tycoon. Jay turned the contract to the last page which Rose had not read and handed it back to her. He whispered haughtily, "You should decide whether or not to agree after reading this." Rose took it suspiciously, read the contents of the contract page, and found herself stuck on the paragraph. According to the contract, Jay was using her mother as a hostage to force her to be Jenson’s nanny. ‘Haha!’ Rose nearly snorted at that moment. She considered that a wonderful opportunity. She would likely agree even if Jay did not threaten her mother. She missed her first baby so much! However—Rose was unnerved when she looked at Jay. Why would this guy give her such a wonderful thing without a catch? Jay looked at Rose's doubtful face, unsure if she would follow along with his plan. "Are you really going to let me see our son?" Rose asked skeptically. "Rose, watch your words,” Jay said testily. “He’s my son, not yours.” He spelled it out word by word. "I’ll allow you to see him, but with one condition—" "And that is?" "Without my permission, you can never tell him that you’re his mother."