Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 7

Jay picked Rose up and threw her roughly under the desk. He pulled off his azure tie and bound her hands with it to the leg of the table.

He then snatched up a rag from the table and stuffed i t into Rose's mouth.

All Rose could do was continuously lash out at Jay with her two free legs.

Unfortunately, her struggles were futile in the face of the vast difference between their strengths.

With his prey immobilized in his net, Jay grinned. " Rose, you can be honest with me." He ruthlessly aimed a kick at Rose's short flailing legs.

Temporarily satisfied, he then casually whipped out his cell phone and called his baby boy.

Rose was left with her hair in a mess, her clothes torn, and her initially snow-white legs covered with bruises.

She stared at Jay indignantly and gave out muffled whines from her gagged mouth. She was, however, not crying or anything of the sort.

Her inaudible screams were, in fact, a string of obscenities aimed at Jay, cursing that he would get hit by a car if he was on the road, that he would be swallowed by a tsunami if he went to sea, and that he would run into a tornado if he boarded a plane.

Suddenly, a tiny and composed child's voice resonated from Jay's cell phone.

"Daddy!"

Rose instantly fell silent.

Her bloodshot eyes were locked onto Jay's cell phone.

Jay spared Rose a contemptuous look. His shirt was hanging loose after he removed his tie, baring his sexy neck.

Rose was actually staring at the phone but from Jay's point of view, it looked like Rose was staring at his neckline.

Jay recalled the night five years ago.

His face soured and he glared at her coldly.

"If it's nothing important, don't disturb me. I'm busy." Jenson said coolly after Jay’s prolonged silence.

Just as Jenson was about to hang up, Jay, who knew his son very well, said casually, "Make your own lunch today."

"Noway!"

With those final words, the phone gave a beep and went silent.

Jay's handsome face turned darker than Rao Gong's.

In the entire world, only Jenson would dare to hang u p on a call from Jay Ares. Honestly, Jay did not quite know how to handle the kid either.

Jay gave a nearly inaudible sigh as the clock on the wall chimed at the new hour.

No one would have ever dreamed that the noble and prideful Jay Ares had been forced to return home punctually to cook for his son. In fact, it had been going on for the entirety of five years.

Jenson had many quirks and did not allow any women to enter their villa. He was also known for inheriting his father's obsessive compulsiveness.

Even more peculiarly, Jenson never ate any meals prepared by anyone other than his father.

His reason was simple. Other people’s food was tasteless.

If anyone asked him what he felt a dish was lacking, h e would roll his eyes and say, "The taste of my father's love." i

Every day, Jay had to rush home one hour before noon. In case of the occasional business trip, he would prepare his son's meals and store them in the refrigerator in advance.

He used to think that teaching Jenson how to cook would solve the problem. Jenson was a natural prodigy with an impressive IQ, but he seemed to have an incurable inaptitude for cooking.

Jay had personally tutored his son countless times but the dishes Jenson made always ended up inedible.

They were so bad that even Jenson himself refused to

eat them.

Finally, after several quarrels between the father and son, Jenson grudgingly compromised and agreed to also accept the meals cooked by his grandparents.

Having to look after such an arrogant and abnormal son, Jay felt rather miserable, to say the least.

He peered at the woman tied to the table and the anger in him started to bubble again.

If it were not for this accursed woman, his life would have been spared of many hardships.

Jay knew he was no saint-minor annoyances in his life were to be expected and dealt with.

"Rose." He took a few steps and squatted down beside her.

Rose recognized the unmistakable malevolence in his eyes and her whole body shuddered.

Jay removed the gag from her mouth and said maliciously, "You're in luck. I'm going to leave for a while, so you better pray that your Little Lover will hurry up and save you sorry a*s. If you're still here when I return, you can look forward to a horrendous death!”

"You fuc-" Rose began to yell but was cut short as Jay shoved the rag back into her mouth.

He got up, grabbed his car keys from the pearwood table, and left.

Rose heard Jay instructing his bodyguards outside the door. "You all can leave your post now. No one can unlock the fingerprint lock, anyway. You can go downstairs."

"Yes, Mr. Ares."

Fingerprint lock?

Rose paused for a moment and her mind raised a question.

'Are the fingerprints of identical twins the same? If their genes are carbon copies, could their fingerprints be as well?'

At the entrance of Grand Asia Hospital.

A small figure clutching a scooter hopped off a DiDi car and ran into the hospital.

When the little boy entered the hospital's outpatient hall, he glanced at his blue smartwatch. With a few button clicks, the boy switched on the location tracking system. 4

When he saw that the marked location was not far away, the little boy took a deep gulp with relief.

However, he accidentally licked the oversized nonwoven mask on his face and his eyes immediately crinkled in disgust.

He followed the route on his smartwatch and walked through the outpatient corridors and eventually found himself at the majestic marble entrance of an

immensely tall building.

The kid felt that he had stumbled upon the most luxurious hospital he had ever seen in his life. The owner of the hospital must be a rich person. Anyone who could afford treatment in this hospital must surely be wealthy as well.

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'Is it a rich kidnapper?

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When the little guy passed through the revolving door, he rode his scooter and rushed toward the elevator.

Next to the elevator was a gold-painted map and floor guide.

According to it, the first floor up to the fifth floor contained patient wards. The sixth to the eighth floor housed various logistics service rooms, and the ninth floor was the supreme VIP lounge. A few floors above the ninth was another stretch of logistic departments, and the floors further up were more patient wards for various departments.

"This place is huge! How am I supposed to find my way around?" The little guy groaned as he scanned the detailed map.