Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 237
Jay went home in a fury:
“Where’s Mr. Reuben?” He asked the household staff, who looked uncomfortable.
“Mr. Reuben… went out early in the morning and has not yet returned.”
Jay’s rage shot through the roof, and he grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table, hurling it to the floor in a fit of anger..
“Call hum and get him to come home! NOW!”
“Yes, sir!” The household staff swiftly vanished, seemingly evaporating into thin air.
Hearing the noise, Annabell sashayed downstairs
“What’s wrong?” She hugged Jay and kissed him on the lips. “Who made you angry again?” “Who else!” Even though he had a beauty in his arms, it could not extinguish Jay’s flames of anger “That failure has f ucked me up for good!”

Annabell was secretly delighted, but she pulled a face of concern “Don’t be angry anymore What you do if you’ve harmed your body this way? Once Reuben comes back, just talk to him nicely. Don’t fight again”
“The company’s already f ucked, and you want me to talk to him nicely?” Jay’s glare was so intense. that his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Seeing the household staff return after the call, he immediately raised his voice. When will Mr. Reuben he back?”
The household staff said quickly, “He says he will be back soon!”
Jay dropped heavily onto the sofa and lit a cigarette
Annabell quickly plastered herself to him and asked, “What’s wrong with the company? How is it screwed up?”
Jay took a drag of his cigarette and waved his hand irritably. We’ll talk about it after that failure gets home!”
Reuben’s “soon’ took two long hours
Jay got someone to hurry him up with calls in between. His already thinning patience was practically worn to nothing now.
“What’s so urgent that you got to call me home like this?” Reuben came back, drunk off his as s. He smelled of alcohol, women’s powder, and perfume.
Jay could not restrain himself anymore. He lunged forward and delivered a forceful slap to
Reuben’s face.
Reuben held his face, staring at Jay in disbelief. His head felt heavier than ever.
“You have the f ucking audacity to ask?” Jay jabbed a finger at his nose as he roared. “If it wasn’t for your insistence on marrying Larissa f ucking Seymour, would I end up offending Kevan tucking Rogers? Now he’s almost pilfered every single da ned person from Summer Entertainment! No project can be started! If this keeps going down the way it is, we can all f ucking go live on air!”
“Who the hell is Kevan Rogers? Reuben asked impertinently,
“Larissa’s f ucking fiance! The guy we met at the Seymours’ last time! He is Microworks Corporation’s president!” Jay could not tell anyone of his frustration and regret