The Cherished Wife

Sean raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "No wonder Layla wanted to get rid of Tania at all costs. If I were in her place, I would've done the same."

Jordan's expression darkened, but Sean continued speaking as if oblivious to his discomfort, "If Peter knows his old rival still harbors feelings for his wife, I'm sure—"

"If I remember correctly, Tania and Peter are no longer connected," Jordan interrupted. "It was Peter who chose to let Tania go."

Sean shrugged. "Your love affairs don't interest me. Since you've agreed, I'll take you to her. But have you really thought about what you want? Perhaps you'd like to rid yourself of Layla for good?" Jordan frowned. "That's my problem, and I'll deal with it myself."

"Fair enough." Since Jordan was clear on his stance, Sean did not push any further. He led Jordan to the underground section of the The Majestic Lounge.

It was Jordan's first time seeing this hidden side of the establishment, and he had not expected it. Even more surprising was learning who was behind The Majestic Lounge. "Mr. Smith!"

Andrew, seeing Sean arrive with someone, hurried forward. "What brings you here?"

"Where is she?"

Andrew glanced at Jordan, his gaze uncertain. "Mr. Smith, Mr. Lennon instructed not

knew, he'd thank me." Sean waved it off

make sure she's not killed." Andrew opened the door, and

expected them to

"Jordan..."

voice came

she tried to

quickly collapsed. She cried out in pain, "Jordan, you're here

me behind. Hurry, get me out of here... They

hesitated for a moment at the sound of her voice. Layla struggled to lift

toward her. "I came to see