The Handsome Evil CEO's
THECEO 22

Jason looked at the clock on his wrist, just in time. At five o'clock in the afternoon, his eyes stared at the building with the name MRC Group sharpening.

His car he runs into the basement and out of there. After closing the door, Jason confirmed his suit neatly.

After reaching the 35th floor and already entering the large room, Jason still had to wait for the middle-aged man.

"Jason." Marcell with his cane walked and sat in his oversized chair in the style of a leader in general. "You don't have to come here" continued with a short laugh, "my daughter-in-law.", he proudly gave the label to Jason.

"Can we talk alone, Marcell?" Ask with the sense that Loren— Marcell's right hand was—to leave them.

After Loren left, Jason looked back at Marcell but the man's expression was unreadable, the healthiest thing made Marcell understand Jason's nature like this that made him interested in being a part.

"That news thing, if you want me not to broadcast it. I kept that secret well. You take it easy." he said again with a laugh.

"Then by marrying your daughter, with that the pay?" Guess Jason, he tapped his sole softly on the floor.

"really so. It was also the agreement of me and your father. We want to be besan."

Jason seemed to think for a long time, until Marcell felt anxious if Jason wanted to refuse this matchmaking. "Jason, my son-in-law. My daughter is beautiful...."

Jason's words made Marcell open his eyes wide and the smile rose with a clear frown. The middle-aged man even stood up from his seat without a cane, but in a slow action Marcell approached Jason and patted firmly on Jason's broad shoulders.

"Hahahaha, I'm so glad to hear that, son. I'll make an appointment with your father later."

A few minutes later, Jason was in his car. Right now no one knows where he is. Jason spent a lot of time doing nothing. But his mind was really noisier, even his heart was like it was fighting with his mind right now.

Jason's been turning off his phone since he left the MRC Group building. He looked at the dead phone with a thought, what is that woman doing now?

Jason wanted to contact him, but his mind was like telling him to immediately solve a problem that he did not plan this— that the plan to hold Tiffany— is true that this is not the incident that he planned. I don't know what God wants for his destiny. This isn't how it should be.

Jason runs his car, his goal now is to get to his father's house. There was no way he would obey his struggling heart to meet Tiffany for now. What he was thinking right now was logic, as time went on, his feelings with Tiffany starting to grow were bound to disappear on their own. Then he will live with a goal plan that he has prepared carefully. Married to Cara.

His car was in front of his father's mansion. Then he went inside after seeing a waiter carrying a tray of dinner plates left over from the dining room.

Jason saw Jake wiping his lips with a handkerchief and putting it again on the dining table, he approached the middle-aged man. "Dad, are you eating alone?"

Jake lifted his head, seeing his son sitting next to him. "You tumben visit me often now. What's up?"