Chapter 525 The Empty Glove White Wolf
Niamh regretted it, of course. Jesse did nothing but still occupied her. Now that she had confined Finnegan to achieving her own goals, Jesse was useless. If it weren't for Jesse's help managing the company, she would have kicked him out long ago.
Facing Niamh's anger, Jesse knew he was at fault and said, "Niamh, give me another chance. I truly love you, and I'm willing to do anything for you."
"You're all talk, Jesse, and I'm tired of your tactics," Niamh said coldly. "You're a useless man. Get out. Without my permission, don't come back here. Just manage the company. Don’t interfere with my affairs."
With those words, Niamh went upstairs. She no longer needed Jesse and wouldn't let him get her again.
Jesse clenched his fists, his face darkening as he watched Niamh's back. Jesse knew very well that if he couldn't help manage the company, Niamh would definitely abandon him.
Despite his inner turmoil, Jesse knew better than to lash out at Niamh. Instead, he left quietly and drove to a 24-hour club that he frequented.
Sitting in his usual spot, Jesse ordered a drink and drank alone. The club manager approached with a smile. "Mr. Scott, are you drinking alone? How about I call two beautiful ladies to accompany you?"
Jesse glanced at the manager. "No need."
The manager, accustomed to such places, had seen all kinds of people and naturally understood Jesse's situation.
He said, "You can't spoil a woman too much. It would help if you had the authority for them to listen to you. You must either excel in bed or have money and power to become a man who dominates women, not one who is manipulated by them. Then, women will be devoted to you."
The manager's words sparked a new perspective in Jesse. He finished his drink in one gulp and looked at the manager meaningfully. "You're right."
To make Niamh devoted, he couldn't be led by her, being her lackey. He needed to be her master.
Niamh knew nothing about managing the company. Everything was handled by Jesse. In other words, Jesse could easily drain Niamh's assets if he wanted to.
Seizing the opportunity, the manager offered, "I have a secret formula here that can make a man ten times more powerful. If you need it, I'm here for you."
Hearing this, Jesse's lips curled into a smile—a man's understanding reflected in the simplicity of their exchange. A mere glance was enough for mutual understanding.
The manager got the message, smiled, and went to prepare.
Ophelia brought Oscar to Deacon in the hospital, who glared at him with intense hatred. If he were healthy, he might have kicked Oscar to death on the spot.
Even though Deacon was lying in bed, Oscar was still afraid, keeping his head down and not speaking.
"Oscar, speak up. Ten years ago, did you drive and kill my parents?" Deacon's eyes were full of hatred.
Oscar dared not speak, keeping his head down in silence.
Enraged, Deacon pulled out the needle from his hand and went after Oscar.
Ophelia didn't intervene, and the police outside, hearing the commotion, just glanced and pretended not to see. After all, Deacon couldn't kill Oscar. At most, he could vent his anger.
Surprisingly, Deacon was injured but still strong. If his hand wasn't cuffed to the bed, he might have really hurt Oscar.
Oscar didn't fight back. The fierceness he had shown toward Finnegan before had turned into fear in front of Deacon. Indeed, he was only ruthless toward his own family.
When things seemed to calm down, Ophelia allowed the police to come in and separate the two.
Deacon, his breathing labored from the intense physical exertion, felt the wound on his shoulder split open once again. But right now, that was the least of his concerns.
Coughing violently, Deacon stared at Oscar with a fierce gaze. "It was you."
A bit dizzy from the beating, Oscar got up from the ground and said, "It wasn't intentional back then. It was an accident..." He had to admit it. There were records at the traffic police station.
Ten years had passed, and Oscar didn't intentionally kill anyone. It was just a traffic accident, and he was a minor at the time. Even if he were held accountable, it would only be compensation.
Back then, Oscar was scared, thinking he would go to jail, so he let Mason pay the driver to take the blame.
Hearing Oscar's admission, Deacon was almost breathless and angry.
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