Chapter 8
A month had passed by the time Jonah was released.
“Chelsea, I’m back!”
He returned home full of anticipation, only to be disappointed when he found a bunch of strangers moving boxes around the house. “Who are you guys? Why are you in my house? Who let you in?”
His expression immediately turned cold, but so did the others.
“And who are you, tramp? This is my house. I just bought this villa,” said a middle–aged man, who looked at the stubbly Jonah with disdain.
“What?” Jonah was in shock, questioning, “Who sold it to you?”
“The villa’s owner, of course. Ms. Cullen, I think? You know, the pregnant lady from that viral video a while ago.”
The male owner took a duster and waved it toward Jonah. “Now, leave. Do you even know who I’m talking about? Get out of my living room, and don’t dirty my floor. Jeez.”
Jonah seemingly lost all his strength, allowing the man to push him out the door. He then collapsed onto the ground.
Moments later, he rose to his feet and tried to call me with trembling hands. However, my number was no longer in service.
He tried to reach me through social media and sent me a voice message. “You’re pulling a prank, right, Chelsea? Will you please come home soon? I’ll be waiting for you here.”
However, as soon as he did, a red exclamation point appeared. I had blocked him long ago.
Jonah stood there, completely stunned, before quickly dialing Philip. The moment the call connected, he erupted with fury.
“Are you even doing your job? How did you not know that my villa was sold? Why do I even keep an idiot like you around?”
“I think you’ve got something wrong, Jonah.” In a rare shift, Philip spoke without a trace of his usual deference. “You’re not my employer anymore.”
Jonah was surprised, his brows furrowing. “Did you resign? Why didn’t you report to me?”
Philip chuckled lightly. “What–do you think you’re still Sawyer Group’s mighty CEO and that I’d still have to report to you?”
A wave of intense terror engulfed Jonah. “What does that mean?”
“Sawyer Group has been dissolved. The company’s bankrupt. So, why don’t you drop that arrogant CEO attitude of yours?” Philip’s tone dripped with mockery.
Jonah froze, his grip on the phone tightening.
“That’s impossible! I was only in detention for a month. There’s no way Sawyer Group could collapse that fast. You’re lying!” he shouted, completely losing control.
“Lying? If you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Look whose name is on the company’s sign now. Chelsea had your transfer agreement and sold the company off dirt cheap. It’s already done. “My advice? Wake up. You’re nothing now but a piece of garbage for the world to step on.”
With that, Philip hung up.
Jonah stared blankly at his phone screen and was suddenly reminded of my last words to him. “Once you’ve lost everything, you’ll finally see who wanted to see you thrive and who was just waiting for you to fall.”
He fell to his knees and screamed.
At that moment, a deliveryman arrived before him. “Is this Mr. Sawyer? I have a document for you. Would you please sign here?”
