Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 109

She bit her lip lightly. "Relying on someone else is not as good as relying on yourself. Only when you rely on yourself can you not be disappointed."

Jason nodded as if understanding. ”Ah, I see what you think. And bigger expectations lead to bigger disappointments.”

“Yes.”

She had learned that lesson well after the accident, when she lost her family, boyfriend, job, and all the friendships she’d had previously.

"But I really want to be your benefactor, sister,” he told her. “What should I do?" He arched his brow slightly and studied her calmly.

"If it's Jay..." She smiled and continued, "Then, all right. I'll wait for Jay to be my benefactor."

"Why would you be willing?" he asked, trying to peel back the layers of what she was thinking and feeling.

"Because Jay would never disappoint me. Because..." She paused and continued, "No matter what, you would never abandon me, right?"

He responded with a low chuckle to her question. "You're right. I would never abandon you, Sister.”

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At night, only when Jason saw that Grace was deeply asleep did he step out of the rental unit. He walked toward a house not far from Grace's apartment.

However, unlike Grace's cramped rental, this suite was wider, brighter, and much bigger. The decor was rather exquisitely done as well.

Terrence Klein was waiting for Jason in the room. When he heard knocks at the door, he immediately opened it to welcome his boss.

Terrence had not expected his boss, who usually paid no mind to anyone, let alone lowering himself to look after someone, would buy a house in the housing estate to look after Grace. Terrence knew his boss did this to manage his workload. This house was essentially a mobile office, allowing Mr. Reed to facilitate handling his business affairs while Grace slept.

Terrence gave an account of the day's company matters. As he rattled off the events of the pack’s affairs and corporate fiscal data and went through his agenda, he couldn’t help but wonder why his boss hadn’t brought Grace back to the hospital if nothing more than to gain a few hours away from her.

Jason listened to the briefing while quickly giving out instructions. He then ordered Terrence to contact the high-level management of their overseas branches for a web conference.

Not a fucking interior decorator.

Halfway through the meeting, Jason's phone suddenly rang. However, the phone that rang was not the one he usually used but the one Grace had bought for him.

The foreign high-level management saw their Alpha, who was surrounded with such mystery and affluence, suddenly answering a call on an old-fashioned and cheap phone. It appeared as if even the tone of his voice had become gentler.

Of course, the high level pack mates couldn’t actually hear what Jason said because he’d muted. The high-level management could only privately discuss Alpha Reed's purpose in using such a phone and wonder about who he was talking to.

Terrence even received private messages from some of the high-level management staff, who were clearly fishing for gossip.

Terrence wanted to tell them that the existence of the phone was already widely known within the company’s headquarters here. They had already seen him answer calls on that phone more than once.

Regarding questions related to Alpha Reed's usage of such a phone or the person behind the calls, Terrence dared not share his secrets.