Adam was extremely helpless. âAlright, I understand.â Jared added, âYou have to learn more from Mia and please your grandmother.â âBut she doesnât like me either!â Adam was troubled Jared was depressed again. âYouâre also her biological grandson. If you were a little more mature, would she not like you?â âAlright, alright, I understand. Iâll please Grandma more in the future,â Adam compromised.
Only then did Jaredâs expression look slightly better. At night. Jared was lying on the bed with Michelle.
Michelleâs hand reached for Jaredâs heart. Jared placed one hand behind his head and held Michelleâs hand with the other. He sighed and said, âWhy do I feel a little uneasy today? I keep feeling like something is going to happen.â
âJared, itâs just that youâve been too tired recently. Mom is sick, and you have to go to the hospital and work. Adam is too immature as well, and Lianne has a bad temper. Sheâs always the opposite of you.
Jared, donât think about those troublesome things. Come, letâs relax.â As Michelle spoke, she leaned into Jaredâs arms and leaned against him. Needless to say, although she was 50 years old this year, her figure was extremely good. She might be old, but she was still attractive. She did not have the looseness of a fifty-year-old woman at all. Her figure was maintained like a young girlâs, with a slender waist and long legs. Back then, it was also because of her long legs that Jared fell head over heels for her. Her foot rubbed against Jaredâs inner thigh. If it had been before, Jared would have already gotten up and pounced on her. Today, Jared felt uneasy. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Jared still didnât move. Michelle could only give up. She reached out to massage his temples like a flower and comforted him. âJared, youâve been too tired recently. Relax a little. Even if Annalise isnât dead, she might not have the ability to treat Preston. Didnât the doctor say back then that his brain was severely injured and he wonât recover?â Jared sighed again and said, âThe doctor also said that thereâs a very small probability that he might suddenly regain his memory.â Michelle smiled and comforted Jared. âJared, letâs think this way. No matter what, youâve been in charge of the Blake Corporation for so many years. Moreover, even if the old lady has 60% of the shares, youâre her son. Youâre the first heir. As for granddaughters and grandsons, theyâre a generation apart.â
âIâm just afraid that the old lady will be hot-headed and hand over the shares to Preston and Lianne,â
Jared said irritably. Michelleâs eyes flashed as she said, âThe old lady isnât a muddle-headed person.
Lianne is a girl after all. Sheâll get married in the future. She has 9% of the shares in her hands now, which is already a lot. Once she gets married, the shares will be given to outsiders. As for Preston, if he didnât recover his memory, the old lady wouldnât dare to give him the shares. âSpeaking of which, this is also Lianneâs fault. The last time in the hospital, before the surgery, the old lady had already loosened up and planned to distribute the shares. In the end, Lianne said that some people couldnât be saved because they had written their will in advance.â âLianne is a useless person.â Jared could not suppress his anger at the mention of this.
Michelle hinted again, âThe old ladyâs health is getting better day by day now, so she wonât think about making a will. Actually, itâs still beneficial for us if thereâs no will. If the old lady suddenly dies one day and thereâs no will, everything under her name will be yours.â Jared fell into deep thought. A cold light flashed in his eyes. The current situation really made him feel very uneasy. If he wanted to be completely at ease, either Preston would always be a fool, or the old lady would suddenly die. To live to this age, one would have no regrets anymore. There was no chance for Annalise. It would probably be easier for the old lady.
All of a sudden, he felt that his breathing was smoother. He suddenly leaned over and pounced on Michelle. Michelle was overjoyed. She knew Jared. When he was frustrated and made a decision, he would become very passionate. She immediately cooperated with him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Actually, at this age, he was more or less powerless. However, her charming voice made him feel that he was especially powerful. The next day. Jared slept until 11 oâclock in the morning. At his age, it was rare for him to sleep in. He was really tired last night. Michelle was very enchanting last night and pestered him twice.
âHubby, youâre up.â Michelle immediately brought over a bowl of smoked salmon soup. âHubby, come, I made this myself. Try it.â âOkay.â Jared sat down and drank the soup. After finishing the soup, he felt that his bones were not feeling good. He said, âIâm going for a physical massage.â âAlright,â Michelle replied gently. She often squeezed him dry and was not worried that he would go out to look for little vixens. Furthermore, even if Jared went to find escorts, she would not mind. Her children had already grown up and were about to inherit the family business. She was really not afraid of those flirtatious sluts outside. Jared got into the car and instructed the driver, âLetâs head to the Riversouth Club.â
âOkay, Mr. Blake.â The driver immediately started the car. Less than ten minutes after the car left, the driver felt that something was wrong. Jared leaned against the car and closed his eyes to rest.
The driver said, âMr. Blake, why do I feel like someone is following us?â Jared suddenly sat up unhappily and turned around to look. He did not notice anything unusual and said, âThen drive faster.â If the car drove faster, it would be obvious if they were being followed. Suddenly, a car slid over and stopped them in their tracks. âMr. Blake, thisâ¦â The driver panicked. Jaredâs face was filled with displeasure. He said coldly, âAm I too old to hold a knife? How dare any Tom, Dick, or Harry stop my ear? Go and ask who it is.â âOh⦠okay.â The driver was a little afraid and had no choice but to get out of the car. Just as she was about to get out of the car, there was a knock on the back window. Jared rolled down the window and asked coldly, âWho are you? What do you want to do?â âOur boss wants to invite you for afternoon tea,â the man outside said. Jared was extremely displeased. âWho? Iâm not free.â.
âHe said that youâre free.â The man stretched his sleeve into the car window. From his sleeve, the black muzzle was aimed at Jared. Jared had just wanted to close the window and break the manâs hand.
Now, he did not dare to move, afraid that he would lose his life. His expression turned extremely ugly.
The man retracted his hand and smiled. âMr. Blake. youâre free, right? Please get out of the cart Jared was still hesitating. If he did not get out of the car, what was the probability of him leaving? His car was blocked, so he couldnât drive back. If he got out of the car and ran, he wouldnât be able to escape.
Thinking of this, he said coldly, âThe way that your boss invites people to afternoon tea is really unique.
Coincidentally, I also want to take a look. Who is your boss?â With that, he opened the door and got out of the car.