NovelXXXHe didn't even insist on personally watching Patricia being taken away by force. Instead, he was the first to suggest breaking the news to the press.
This way, the fallout wouldn't be too severe.
Of course, Eaton understood what was going on.
Jarrod was giving him an out-a way to save face.
Now, there was a measured path for both sides. After that earlier deadlock, suddenly there was room to maneuver again.
Eaton felt heavy-hearted, but not because of Jarrod's "threats." What truly pained him was seeing how Patricia had ended up like this.
"Well then, I won't keep you any longer," Jarrod said, making it clear he saw no need for empty pleasantries. Watts watched Jarrod's every move, his gaze dark and unreadable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWho would have guessed, seeing this poised and courteous man, that he was the sJarrod who had just ruthlessly forced everyone's hand? It seemed as if an agreement had been reached. Both sides looked relieved, as if nothing was left to trouble them.
But...
Eldrion Global was caught in the crossfire, an innocent casualty.
They'd suffered real damage.
Watts followed Jarrod out the door.
Just before getting into the car, Watts shot Jarrod a cold glare. "You say you're standing up for Elodie, but you didn't miss your chance to strike at Eldrion Global. Jarrod, you really are vicious to the core." The problems facing Eldrion Global weren't the kind that could be solved overnight.
This wasn't something a simple clarification could fix. The ripple effects would linger.
Jarrod had taken this opportunity to get back at them for what happened last time, when they'd tried to trip up his materials company.
He was ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.
Meanwhile, Jarrod's own materials firm would now be even more valued by the powers that be, and both VistaLink Technologies and Nexus Analytics could use this chance to shine.
Jarrod turned, eyes cold and indifferent. "I told you-you still have a lot to learn.” With that, he got into the car. He leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
His head was pounding-probably from exhaustion and stress. He felt awful. Andrea turned from the front seat. "Mr. Silverstein, are you all right?" Jarrod didn't open his eyes. His voice was hoarse. "Takeback to the house." Watts stood where he was, his expression turning colder by the second.
He stayed there for a long tbefore clenching his jaw in silence. If nothing unexpected happened, Patricia would be sent away in the next couple of days-forced into that place.
She was in for a world of suffering.
He frowned, closed his eyes for a moment, then finally turned and walked to his car.
He headed straight for the place where Patricia was being held.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy the the arrived, word had already reached them.
He found Patricia easily. Her tin custody had clearly taken a toll-her mood and appearance were worse than ever. The moment she saw Watts she assumed he was there to get her out. She stood up, agitated. "You're gettingout, right? I can't stand it here any longer. The beds are unbearable, the food's disgusting-I barely slept a wink last night!" Watts said nothing.
Patricia frowned. "What's with that look? It's over, right?"
He studied her face, almost unable to reconcile it with the bright, livelym e woman she'd once been. At last, he F forced a thin, bitter smile. "You're not getting out."
Her expression shifted. She gripped the bars in front of her, knuckles white. "What are at e you talking about? This is just a minor screw-up! Even if Jarrod wants to target me, it's just a matter of detention. If you or Dad say the word, I'll be released early, right?" "He's having you committed. Three years in rehab." The words dropped like a stone.
Patricia went rigid.
All the color drained from her face, replaced by anger and disbelief. "No way! How can he do this to me?" The thought of three endless years in that dark, stifling place made her breath hitch. Panic flickered in her eyes.
But beneath it all, rage burned hotter. No one-no one-had ever dared treat her like this.
"Dad agreed. There's no room for negotiation, Patricia. And when your three years are up, you're not allowed back in the city." One harsh reality after another.
Patricia blanched. "No! Letout! I thought you cared aboutwhy aren't you doing something?"
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