Love's Change of Heart

Jonathan caught on to Aidan's intention and he quickly went forward. From the words

spoken by the person being beaten, he could catch the gist of the situation and his

expression became silent as he went back to Aidan. "President Pearson, it's Madam's

father."

Under the warm street lights, Aidan's features were cold as he strode over on his slender

legs.

Amongst the crowd, Jethro clutched his head protectively as he received blows from the

men. His weak voice rang out, "My son-in-law is the president of Pearson Group, so the

money…"

The thugs noticed that someone was heading in their direction and was just going to yell

out threats. As soon as they noticed the other party's attire and the aura he exuded, they

realized that he must be an important person. Furthermore, there were bodyguards

trailing after him, so the men swiftly retreated and parted a path for him.

Jethro suddenly realized that the blows had stopped miraculously, so he quickly lifted his

head and noticed a pair of black leather shoes in front of him. He supported himself up to

take a look; sure enough, he was instantly overjoyed and grabbed Aidan's pants. "He's my

son-in-law. He's got plenty of money, so you guys can get it from him. He'll be able to

afford however much you ask for."

Meanwhile, Aidan lowered his gaze and looked at Jethro's grimy, bloody hand. He squatted

down in front of Jethro while speaking in a cold, indifferent voice, "I remember I told you to

never appear in front of me again since the last time I gave you money."

Jethro was completely indifferent to all this. He got up from the ground and wiped the

grime and blood off his face. "Aidan, I know exactly how much you're worth, so how can

you possibly dismiss me by just giving me a mere half million?"

He had just realized that it would be much easier to ask for money directly from Aidan

than to seek money from Leanna. The rich are very generous indeed. He can easily just

give out half a million with the flick of his fingers.

Aidan lifted his head and scanned at the bunch of men waiting by the side. "How much do

you need this time?"

At that point, Jethro lifted a finger. "Hehe! It's not that much. I just need one million."

In response, the man in suit snorted and rose to his feet. "I don't do charity."

"Aidan, one million isn't even a large sum for you." Jethro got up from the ground too and

inched closer to Aidan as he spoke softly, "Back then, Nana was sold to Patheon Club for

the same amount too. They were very generous and didn't bargain at all. If you hadn't

taken her with you afterward, then all that money would have been mine. I'm just

collecting some interest from you right now, so I don't think that's too much."

Aidan's expression instantly turned cold. "Get out of my sight now."

"Anyway, Aidan. I know that you've gotten divorced with Nana. She's beautiful and there

would be plenty of others interested in taking possession of her. If you don't give me the

money, then I'll go and seek it from the others. Just make sure not to regret your decision

afterward."

Aidan directed a sharp look at Jethro and pursed his thin lips while radiating a cold aura.

Just as Jonathan thought that Aidan was about to lose his temper, suddenly, Aidan's cold

voice rang out, "Give him two million."

As soon as Jethro heard that, he beamed widely and reached out to pat Aidan on the

shoulders smugly. "Great! That's exactly how it should be, Aidan."

He brushed Jethro's hand off and warned him slowly, "Take this money and hold onto it.

Don't you dare target Leanna, 'cause otherwise, I'll make sure that you'd only get to spend

it on your funeral!"

At that point, the smile froze on Jethro's face but soon enough, he was back to his usual

self. "Don't worry about it. I promise I'll definitely take the money and get as far away as I

can. I swear I won't bother you."

Not bothered to cast another look at Jethro, Aidan turned around and entered the Rolls-

Royce parked by the side.

After Jonathan had handled the matter with Jethro and returned to the car, a bone-chilling

voice rang out from behind before he could even warm his seat. "How did it go with

Xavier?"

Jonathan swiftly responded, "Mr. Hall reported that Madam had gone to him back then and

mentioned that she urgently needed some money. He found her design to be inspiring, so

he didn't want her talent to go to waste. He lodged a request with you, but you rejected it.

You were quite harsh with your comments about Madam's suggestion as you said, 'This

chance is meant for someone who truly dreams of being a designer and not one who only

wants monetary value out of it.'"

“……”

At that moment, Aidan was at a loss for words.

Jonathan was oblivious that his words had struck a chord. He was just worried that Aidan

would find him slacking in his job, so he repeated the statement word by word. After all,

Jonathan was proud of himself for being a responsible, obedient, and diligent little

personal assistant that wished to not be doubted.

He continued, "Mr. Hall said that Madam was very saddened to hear it and she looked very

dejected as she left without a word. Soon after that, Madam was sold to Patheon Club. Mr.

Hall got wind of it and realized that it must have been related to the family matter she had

mentioned before. He went to Patheon Club to investigate the matter and found that

Madam had been forcefully sold into service by her father's loan shark debtors.

However…"

He paused for a moment before explaining, "I went to Patheon Club to investigate the

matter and someone mentioned that he saw Jethro there as well when Madam was sold to

the club. Therefore, it's quite likely that he was in collusion with his debtors…"