Chapter 132
Samuel wore that familiar, polished smile on his face.
"It's fine, Ms. Wilson. This way, the move goes faster and saves time."
Hearing this, I could only nod and open the door.
While they were moving things, I contacted the landlord to discuss terminating the lease early.
The landlord's message came back quickly: [Terminating early isn't a problem, but we haven't reached the contract date yet. If you terminate early, I can't refund your deposit.]
I agreed immediately.
There was nothing to argue about. It was all written in the contract anyway.
The landlord and I agreed he'd come by tomorrow to inspect the place.
Because there were so many movers, within half an hour, everything was loaded onto the truck.
I drove my car, following behind the moving company's truck.
The villa was only two or three kilometers from the rental place, so we arrived quickly.
I found the door code in the envelope Samuel had given me that day.
After the moving company brought everything into the villa, they all left, and I organized things by myself.
I didn't have much stuff—most of it was Jessica's.
Jason had just finished a meeting when he ran into Samuel, who had just returned from the move.
"All done?" Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Everything's moved over. Ms. Wilson is organizing things at home," Samuel nodded.
Jason seemed to think of something, and the corners of his lips curved up pleasantly.
The man returned to his office and sat down, then suddenly asked, "What's the situation with Mia now?"
"Still on the run abroad."
Jason sneered, "If she likes running so much, let her run to her heart's content. Send word to Mia that I'll keep hunting her down, and she'd better pray I don't catch her. Otherwise, I'll break her legs and send her to a brothel to be given away for free to those men!"
Samuel couldn't help but shudder, silently reminding himself: no matter what, never offend Ms. Wilson!
Anyone who offends Ms. Wilson will have Mr. Cooper lurking in the shadows, watching with sinister intent...
After unpacking everything from the boxes, it was almost dinner time.
I was cooking in the kitchen when suddenly a pair of hands appeared from behind and wrapped around me.
My hand trembled, and I nearly dropped the spatula.
"...Jason!"
After realizing who it was, I said through gritted teeth, "What's wrong with you? Don't you make any sound when you walk?"
Jason rested his head on my shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness, "You were making too much noise cooking."
I shifted my shoulder, shaking his head off.
"What are you doing at my place?"
"I'm coming home."
Jason said matter-of-factly, "Isn't this our home? I came straight back after work."
He laughed and nuzzled against my neck, "Sue, it feels so good to see you as soon as I get home. It warms my heart."
"I didn't agree to let you come to my place. Get out."
"No way. I'm homeless now. Please take me in, I'm begging you."
"No."
"Honey..."
My hand shook, and I almost dropped the spatula again.
I said through clenched teeth, "Get out. Don't disturb me while I'm cooking."
Jason said, "Then I'll keep you company while you cook."
The corner of my mouth twitched. Unable to bear it anymore, I shouted, "Jason!"
This time, Jason didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he turned and left.
Without Jason's interference, I quickly got back into cooking with full concentration.
When I came out carrying the dishes, I caught a glimpse of Jason standing on the balcony making a phone call.
It seemed to be a work issue. Jason's face looked terrible, his brow furrowed as he gripped his phone and roared, "What are all those people doing? Can't even solve such a small problem? If you can't do it, get lost! This kind of basic mistake—I don't want to see it happen again!"
I didn't dare provoke Jason at this moment and turned back to the kitchen.
By the time I finished everything, Jason was still on the phone.
I went back into the kitchen and started cleaning up.
The kitchen had many smart devices installed, which made cleaning much simpler and easier.
After finishing the cleanup, Jason had also finished his call.
I glanced at him and ladled a bowl of soup, placing it in front of him.
Jason sat down across from me, his voice much softer, "Did I scare you just now?"
I shook my head, "No."
How could I not be scared?
During this time, I'd gotten so used to seeing Jason's gentle demeanor around me that I'd almost forgotten what he looked like when angry.
I'd seen it five years ago.
Back then, both Jason and I were in Sunrise City, both working at a Glacier Corp subsidiary.
He was a team leader, and I was just a new employee who had just joined the company.
At that time, Jason was serious and focused at work, and would get angry if his subordinates didn't do well.
I'd experienced it firsthand back then.
But at that time, I just thought of him as a team leader—the distance between us didn't seem that far.
It wasn't until we reunited now that I realized.
How could the distance not be far?
He was a Seaside City tycoon, the heir to Glacier Corp. With just one word from him, all of Seaside City would serve him.
Having just witnessed him angrily reprimanding someone, saying I wasn't scared would be a lie.
But speaking of status...
I suddenly thought of the fifty million dollars I'd received because of Jason.
"By the way, Jason, I really need to thank you today."
I turned my head and looked around. Having just moved, I'd forgotten to unpack the cups.
So I just picked up a bowl and ladled myself some soup, "Thank you!"
Jason was amused by my actions. His gaze swept up and down, and he asked with a half-smile, "Thanking me for being good in bed? Well, I certainly deserve that."
He winked at me, "Anytime you want, we can continue."
I silently glanced at him, and thinking of that fifty million, I forced myself to hold back.
"I know it's because of you that Terry was willing to compensate me with fifty million, so thank you."
"The money came through?" Jason didn't deny it.
I nodded, and even bringing up this matter made me feel a lingering sense of disbelief.
"When I first got the deposit notification, I thought I'd been scammed. I've never seen that much money in my life."
The smile in Jason's eyes grew softer, and he shook his head with a smile.
Seeing his completely nonchalant attitude, I suddenly felt curious.
"How much are you worth?"
Jason tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "...Hundreds of billions? I think that was last year's figure. Not sure about this year."
I was silent for quite a while before finally saying, "Sure enough, rich people like you can't relate to working people like me."
To me, fifty million was a fortune.
But in Jason's eyes, it seemed completely insignificant.
So what about Terry?