Chapter 8. Let’s Play a Game

Jacob

“So, Mr. Jonathan, any other concerns on your mind? Is there anything else you wish to discuss?” I asked, a faint chuckle escaping my lips as I regarded the bald-headed British man seated across from me. It seemed he harbored grand hopes concerning Chloe—likely hoping to settle down with her.

But did he truly know that she wasn’t one to settle? Certainly not.

Or else why would he be here to satisfy her whims?

“As I mentioned, Mr. Adriano, I don’t see the profitability in having my funds tied up in your ongoing projects. Our agreement was clear: It stipulated the prompt release of my funds upon request, and I anticipate a seamless resolution from your end.”

“Of course, I can arrange the return of your funds. However, if I may ask,” I maintained a composed demeanor, holding back my smile, “Is profitability the sole concern here? Because I suspect there’s more to your decision than meets the eye. It’s Chloe, isn’t it?”

He appeared taken