Inside the hospital room, Tristan Grayson’s expression was absolutely murderous.

If Jasmine Warren were a man, he would have stormed out and beaten the crap out of her long ago. But she was a woman—and Mika Summers’s friend—so all he could do was endure it.

Mika Summers’s brow was also tightly furrowed. She glanced at Tristan Grayson with concern. Seeing that he made no move, she quietly sighed in relief, yet she also grew warier of him.

Jasmine Warren pounded on the door for a long time, but no one opened it. Eventually, she had no choice but to leave, but she wasn’t giving up that easily. ’I can’t just stand by and watch Mika get tricked by that bastard Tristan Grayson again.’

She stormed toward the stairwell, failing to notice a man standing there. She walked right into him.

The man didn’t budge an inch, but the impact sent her stumbling back two steps, and she nearly fell flat on her butt.

As she straightened up, ready to let him have it, she finally got a clear look at the man. Angry and surprised, Jasmine Warren pointed at him. "You!"

"Tomboy," Jason Lockwood said with a slight arch of his handsome brow, "we just keep running into each other, don’t we?" He lifted a hand to smooth out the wrinkles where Jasmine Warren had bumped into him.

At his words, Jasmine Warren exploded. "Plastic Face! Who the hell are you calling a tomboy?! I lost my job because of you, and I’m already in a piss-poor mood today, so let’s settle all our scores, old and new!" With that, she lunged at Jason Lockwood.

Jason Lockwood’s brow furrowed in deep displeasure. He simply stretched out an arm and planted his hand on Jasmine Warren’s forehead, stopping her in her tracks. "Tomboy, you can try to settle the score, but are you sure you want to deal with the consequences of messing with me?"

"Plastic Face, I don’t have a job anymore, so what have I got to lose? If it comes down to it, I’ll just take you down with me!"

Jasmine Warren’s shouting quickly drew a crowd of onlookers. Jason Lockwood’s handsome face darkened. He retracted his hand, and in one smooth motion, he turned, bent down, and threw the hysterical woman over his shoulder before heading for the stairs.

"Ahh! You animal, what are you doing?! Put me the fuck down!"

Jason Lockwood threatened menacingly, "Shut up. If you keep struggling, I’ll throw you down these stairs."

Jasmine Warren glanced timidly at the staircase and obediently shut her mouth. In her mind, however, she was cursing Plastic Face relentlessly.

’I hope your face rots, your legs break, and you die a horrible death!!’

The first thing Archie Summers wanted to do after getting off the plane was go see his parents and Mika.

He had been feeling uneasy for some time, and when he finally turned his phone on, he found it had been blown up with missed calls.

When Ian Shaw saw Archie Summers turn on his phone, his expression darkened. He snatched the device away. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"I’m worried about my parents," Archie Summers said coolly, not getting angry.

"You can barely protect yourself right now, and you’re worried about them? If you make that call, you could be putting them in danger." Without another word, Ian Shaw decisively powered the phone off.

Archie Summers leaned back against the car seat, his brow deeply furrowed. "Howard Rhodes, go check on the villa." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Yes."

*****

Jason Lockwood carried Jasmine Warren out of the hospital and unceremoniously dumped her on the ground. He took off his jacket with a look of utter disgust, tossed it on top of her, and said, "Get this clean."

With that, he strode off, got into a luxury sedan, and drove away in style.

As for Jasmine Warren, she didn’t scramble to her feet until the man was gone. She pointed furiously at the departing car and screamed, "Are you fucking insane?! Why the hell should I wash your clothes! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"