Chapter 141 Jason, You Really Know How to Play Dirty!

• "What?!" Thomas yanked at his shirt, baring a sharp, defined collarbone that seemed to echo his intensity. "That old fossil dares to even think about her? Jason, you despicable creature!" His fury was palpable, a strange mix of indignation and possessiveness bubbling up within him—like watching his prized treasure being handed over to someone unworthy. This was unacceptable. That overstepping old man needed a warning, and I'll deliver it personally! Jayden, hearing the emotional display, couldn't help but stifle a laugh. These kids these days—always full of theatrics. They bottle up their feelings until the moment someone else steps in, and then they're all fire and brimstone.
• "Mr. Smith, I've got to go," Thomas barked, his tone sharp with urgency. "Alright, alright," Jayden replied, amusement still playing in his voice. "Don't worry about the girl. She's safe and sound here, and no one's going to mistreat her under my watch." Thomas muttered, already distracted, as he ended the call. "Thank you, Mr. Smith." He began relentlessly dialing Jason's private number over and over again, his mind racing with plans to set things straight. For a grueling ten minutes, he persisted, only to be met with the maddening monotony of a busy tone. Finally, when Jason wrapped up another conversation on his side, Thomas' call connected. With a slight furrow of irritation creasing his brow, he answered, his tone curt and businesslike. "Speak." His voice carried no trace of pleasantries—leaving no room for idle chatter.
• "Jason, you despicable beast!" Thomas spat, his anger crackling through the line. Jason's expression darkened. This wasn't like Thomas. Sure, he had always been cocky, but he'd still greeted me with a respectful "Jason" in the past. This newfound insolence? Jason wasn't having it. Click. Without hesitation, and with icy precision, he ended the call, leaving silence as his final statement! Thomas froze, staring at the blank screen, disbelief plastered across his face. Then his expression hardened, and with a mix of determination and annoyance, he redialed the number. "If you hurl another insult, I'll block you permanently," came Jason's deep, commanding voice, every word laced with a quiet but unmistakable threat.