Jacob brought Wyatt to the private room where his father was discussing business.
As they moseyed to the room, Jacob chatted, âItâs not just Hausen. Stargraspâs CEO will also be there. If you managed to collaborate with them, remember to give me a small share of the benefits, Wyatt. A little bit is all that I ask.â
As Wyatt bit onto a lit cigarette and put his lighter back into his pocket, he smacked the back of his friendâs head. âI know. I wonât forget about you.â
Jacob snickered. âThank you! Youâre the most generous guy I know, Wyatt!â
When they arrived at the room, he led Wyatt inside.
The room was huge. While the light was dim, they could still see a couple of men sitting on the couch discussing something.
âDad,â Jacob greeted one of the men and pointed at Wyatt. âI donât think I need to introduce who Wyatt is to you all.â
Nathaniel Valentine glanced at Wyatt with a smile. âOf course, I know the young and accomplished Mr. Lopez.â
âCompared to you all, Iâm still unremarkable,â Wyatt replied humbly. âI havenât taken over Lopez Group for long, so I still donât have many resources under my belt. Jacob mentioned youâre discussing business here, so I thought Iâd come to learn from you all.â
In response, Nathaniel pretended to be angry. âYou shouldnât say that, you know. You may be young, but youâre outstanding.
Since youâre a friend of my son, you can consider me a friend, too. In fact, I canât wait to initiate a long-term collaboration with Lopez Group.â
The edges of Wyattâs lips curved upward slightly. âAs long as youâre willing to, we can discuss any form of collaboration.â
As he spoke, he sat on the couch.
Nathaniel proceeded to introduce him to the other men sitting on the couch.
When Wyatt heard their names, he recalled they were the five people Jessica still hadnât removed from her notes.
Beaming, he shook hands with each of them. This is my lucky day. All five of them are here in the same room.
Hausenâs CEO and the others only had a friendly relationship with Gerald, and they clearly looked down on the young Wyatt.
However, because Wyatt had taken over Lopez Group, they still showed him some respect.
Everyone had a relatively wonderful time as they drank and discussed business with each other for more than two hours.
Then Wyatt said he wanted to get some fresh air and went to the restroom outside.
The moment he left the room, he increased his pace until he arrived in the restroom and made a call.
âWhy are you calling me in the middle of the night, Mr. Lopez?â Cillian asked.
âWhere are you?â
âWhat else will I do during the night aside from eating and sleeping? Iâm at my girlfriendâs place right now.â Puzzled, he asked, âDoes Mr. Faymon need me to do something?â
Wyatt lit a cigarette and smoked. âI have a personal matter I need your help with...â
After the call concluded, he returned to the room.
Another hour passed before everyone left, as they already had their fill of drinks for the night, and any businesses they wanted to talk about had pretty much concluded. Wyatt left, too.
The two cars parked at the side of the road were obviously waiting for Hausenâs CEO and the others.
The moment Wyatt noticed which car Hausenâs CEO was heading to, he went ahead and opened the door for the older man with a smile. âIâve learned a lot from our conversation tonight, Mr. Morales. I hope Iâll have the chance to talk with you again in the future.â
âHaha, sure! Iâm friends with your father. If there are any available collaborative projects in the future, Iâll remember to let you know,â Justin Morales replied.
âThank you.â
After Justin entered the car, Wyatt personally closed the door for the older man. Then he watched the two vehicles leave the club with a darkened look.
âWhy are you spacing out, Wyatt?â Jacob approached Wyatt and placed his hand on the latterâs shoulder. âYouâre so awesome, man. Itâs hard to believe how quickly you were able to get on good terms with Hausenâs CEO and the others. I bet youâll receive tons of collaboration offers in the future.â
Flicking his cigarette ash away, Wyatt gazed at the empty road and sneered in his heart. If theyâre still alive, that is!
After that night, Jessica didnât smile as often anymore, even though her wrist was reconnected and her body was washed by the housekeeper. She merely stayed in the bedroom quietly, as though she had become a caged bird permanently under a housekeeperâs watch.
Wyatt also never showed up again.
While she was restricted to the third floor, the housekeepers would provide her with anything she wanted, except for a phone.
She would eat, sleep, and read a book on time every day.
Occasionally, she would move her drawing board under the sunlight and stare out the window. Then, she would draw the scenery outside for the whole afternoon.
There wasnât even a clock in the bedroom, so she had no idea how many days had passed.
âMs. Marsh.â A young male housekeeper knocked on the door and stepped into the room. Then he placed the dining tray on the table. âItâs time for your lunch.â
âMhm,â Jessica replied.
Just as she placed her brush down and turned around, she noticed the housekeeper today was an ordinary-looking young man.
Despite his plain features, he had a fine figure, which increased his attractiveness.
She took an extra glance at him and asked, âIâve never seen you before. Are you new?â
âMy auntâs sick today, so Iâm here to take her place.â The housekeeper thought she disliked him, so he panickily requested, âItâs just for a day. Please donât tell Mr. Lopez.â
âItâs fine. Your reasons are understandable.â When she thought about Wyatt, her heart ached. As she dined, the housekeeper waited on the sideline.
Her lunch was paltry, so it only took her a while to finish before she returned to her painting.
When she felt thirsty and wanted to ask a housekeeper to pour her a cup of water, she raised her head and noticed the housekeeper was still the same guy.
The male housekeeper informed carefully, âItâs supposed to be my auntâs shift today. If youâre dissatisfied, I can swap places with another housekeeper.â
âNo need.â Jessica didnât mind a more talkative housekeeper since the others usually just stood at the side silently.
Pointing at the couch, she ordered, âMove the couch over here.â
The male housekeeper did as she asked.
Following that, she requested him to sit on the furniture and made him hold the fresh sunflowers delivered to her room in the morning.
The housekeeper was shocked and tried to stand up, to which she responded by pressing his shoulders so he would sit back down. âSince youâll be staring at me for the whole day, you may as well be my model. Just sit there with the flowers and donât move!â
Under Jessicaâs order, the male housekeeper sat still and held the sunflowers.
Her brush moved quickly on the drawing board as she studied him.
However, when she glanced at the couch again, it was as though the male housekeeper had transformed into Wyatt.
Instead of sitting properly, he was lazing on the couch with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. Then he grinned at her mischievously. âItâs boring if you draw me like this, Babe. How about I remove my clothes for you?â
While her hand was still moving, her soul had left her body.
When she snapped her attention back to the drawing board, she realized she was drawing the man in her imagination, not the one in reality.
The man she painted was in a white shirt and black pants, lying on the couch and holding a bouquet of sunflowers. The only part of the painting still incomplete was the face.
In response, she rubbed her eyes. I asked the male housekeeper to be my model because I wanted to draw him for fun. Why did I draw Wyatt?
The moment the male housekeeper, who still remained in the same posture on the couch, detected Jessica had stopped drawing, he inquired, âWhy arenât you drawing anymore, Ms. Marsh? Is it because youâre done?â
She replied, âNo, I just drew it badly. I need to start over.â
After tearing her unfinished painting apart, she took down the canvas and placed a new one.