Sold? Oh Please. Chapter 86
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"Aera you don't understand." Her father said slowly, walking over to her.
She held out her hand to stop him, "what don't I understand? After everything I've been through was lying to me really necessary?" She asked.
"You have to understand, I only lie because I want to protect you" her father insisted.
"Protect me? Protect me?! Woah... I hate hearing that. Who do all these men think they are trying to control me life for me?" She asked respectfully. "Why do you have to protect me? You haven't done it for ten years, why start now? I'm no longer a child father, I'm 25 incase you forgot. I don't need your 'protection'" she spat.
Her father scoffed, "yeah and what a nice job you did all on your own."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She frowned.
"What it means is that from being a top notch actress you're a dead refugee."
Jessie jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wow, father, low blow."
"Look Aera-"
"Don't call me that, my name is Jessie." She said.
"Fine, Jessie. I just want you to come home, please." Her father pleaded.
"I want that too father, but I can't go home not yet. I promised myself I would come home when I'm richer than my family." She said. "I'm still very far from that father."
"You basically have nothing right now, when do you then plan on coming home when we're dead? I don't have a lot of time left Ae- Jessie."
"Mother already told me everything you can stop lying now. I know about your cancer and I know it's gone." She frowned.
"Tch."
"So father, go back home I'm not coming with you." She folded her arms.
"I'm sorry Aera, but you have no choice in this." Her father stated firmly.
"What? You're joking right? Wow! You're not going to take me anywhere aganist my will!" She screamed.
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"Watch me, hey!" He called out the bodyguards outside her room. "Don't let her leave this room for anything, understand?" They nodded.
Jessie looked at her father in utter disbelief, he couldn't do this right?
"Hey! Father! No, Mr Yoo! Mr Yoo!!!!" She screamed as he left the room. "Mother, mother? Are you still there?" She asked.
"Yes, yes I am." Her mother answered.
"Mother do you kn-"
"I heard everything, look Aera please don't hate your father he is only doing what he thinks is right." She said.
"So you're supporting him? Kidnapping is illegal!"
"I never said that, listen closely to me. Your father has always been an incredibly stubborn man so no matter what he is going to do everything even knocking you out to bring you home. Aera you have to escape"
Her eyes widened at her mother bold proclamation.
"Don't fight him, act like you've given up and look for an opportunity okay?"
"Why are you supporting me?" Jessie asked her mother.
"Because I've realized something over the years, you're the only child that takes after me. I guess that why I was so hard on you when you were growing up, I didn't like being at the receiving end of such stubbornness and strong will. But those are the things that shaped you into the woman you are today. Like hell I'll let my daughter just let the people that ruined her life roam free. Go and get your life back Aera."
"Mother..." Jessie choked out.
"What are you doing?" Her father walked back into her room. "Give me that." He walked over and snatched his phone from her ear.
"Now listen, both of you. Whatever your planning, give it up. Because you are coming back home with me, okay?" With that he walked back out of the room.
Jessie wiped her eyes, filled with new determination she took of her robe and went to take a shower. She couldn't sit around crying all day, that wasn't who she was, that wasn't Jessie Marin.
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"What time was the appointment?" Jason asked Matt.
"Ten minutes ago sir" Matt replied.
Jason frowned, "I have met with sixteen share holders already. Do I really need to meet with a tardy one?" He asked.
"It depends on how many of them agreed to back you, sir." Matt said.
"They all did."
"Really? Wow that is very good news."
"It is isn't it, if Mr Jun ever arrives tell him he already decided a side the moment he decided to arrive late. Have you spoken to the press?"
Matt wanted to argue Mr. Jun case, but he knew it would be a lost cause. "Yes sir, they will publish the news at exactly 4PM this evening."
Jason looked at his watch and back at Matt.
"That's in twenty minutes."
"Yes sir."
"Perfect, lets go." He said standing.
Matt looked confused. "Go where?"
"The most important meeting of today, Paradise." Jason stated matter of factly.
"But sir that not for another two hours." Matt said.
"That's what they want you to think, let's go now." He buttoned his jacket and walked out of his office with Matt close behind him.
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Matt wanted nothing more than to run the other direction when he saw the building they were headed into. He looked up to see if Jason shared the same interests as him but if he did he didn't show it. He had worked for Jason for nine years now, he always handled all his files and appointments. He knew everything Jason was working on, he knew what he thought and what he preferred. But for the first time in nine years he was finally going to see Paradise. Jason always mentioned it but he never explained or mentioned what it was about. The only thing he knew was Paradise was an inheritance his mother left for him.
Jason walked to the door and knocked, a small shuttle in the door open and a pair of eyes looked out at him.
"Can I help you?" The voice asked.
"I'm here for the meeting." Jason said curtly.
"And who are you?"
"The owner." He replied curtly and after a moment the door opened and he walked in.
Matt jaw dropped as he saw the inside of the building, was it magic? No way the inside could be this big. The outside of the building looked like a shabby, sketchy archaic looking piece of real estate. Infact it was located in an alley. But the inside was more luxurious and beautiful than anything he'd ever seen.
Jason didn't even care about the surroundings, although he hadn't been in the building before, he couldn't lose face by gaping about. Matt was already doing a fine job at that.
He followed after the man that opened the door, looking around as he did. They were people walking about, this was literally and metaphorically an underground company. They walked into a one storey building and now it seemed like they were in a forty storey building. The only thing that made it look like it was, there was no sunlight. Instead the place was light by what appeared to be luminous stones, strange.
The man lead them to two big heavy doors. "The meeting is in this room."
Jason nodded at him and he left. After a short moment Jason pushed the doors open and walked in, suddenly the entire room fell silent. Until one man sitting at the head of the long table spoke.
"You're early."
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