Chapter 14

Slender fingers reached towards the temples and carefully massaged it in a circular motion. There was a slight crease on Jaxon's forehead, which made his secretary anxious.

The slight opening in Alfred's mouth was immediately closed. His hesitance was due to the fact that his superior expected something better from all of this.

Instead, it was met with countless mishaps that were not anticipated.

Jaxon knew that every operation and business wouldn't always go smoothly. Still, the mismanagement on his end and the greed of some of the residents were beyond his calculations.

Now, as he sat in his car, he knew that the media and a band of protesters would greet him. To be exact, curse him.

Well, it was obvious to him that almost two years of experience as the chief executive officer were not enough for him to establish his foothold in the industry.

Indeed, he was hailed as a prodigy for being able to take over this position at the age of 24. But the burden of suddenly obtaining it during times of crisis was underwhelming to some of his predecessors.

However, this does not diminish the effort he has put in over those two years. He proved himself deserving of those under him, and they trusted him. He has also built a reputation around him because, though he was known to be ruthless, he was efficient and reliable.

But this was not enough.

Jaxon wanted to fully cement himself as the CEO of one of the biggest conglomerates in his country and the chairman in the far future. He knew he had to work hard to reach that level. Furthermore, he had a lot of crazed wolves to kill.

Who may or may not be connected to why this situation blew out of proportion?

'Fuck those old farts.'

Alfred shivered from the subtle cold energy emanating from an obvious source. He swallowed a breath and mustered up the courage to announce that they had arrived at their destination.

The vehicle stopped at the entrance of the building, where hundreds of people from different news outlets flocked. Security personnel and some police officers were suppressing the crowd of loud protesters.

A couple of bodyguards headed to the passenger seat and opened the door for Jaxon to exist.

As soon as he got out, a loud voice reverberated from the crowd.

As if time had stopped...

"Give me back my building! You a******!"

A sound of something breaking was heard, followed by the strong stench of rotten...

The scent was inexplicable. It smelled so bad that seconds of being exposed to the scent made anyone faint. Alfred, who was beside Jaxon, hurled. The sturdy-looking men who were in charge of protecting the boss were scrunching their faces and unconsciously moving to dodge the smell.

The man whose nape was wet with a mysteriously horrifying fluid or whatever substance it was was tightly closing his eyelids. The way he was clenching his jaw and his slightly arching brow were signs that he was about to lose it.

The sensation was so overwhelming that the stickiness, the mushiness, and the coldness combined made the hairs on his body stand up.

Not to mention the smell...

That was the strongest putrid odour he caught a smell of in the entirety of his existence. Smelling his own feces was a thousand times better than enduring this horrible smell.

He was shocked.

On the inside, he was horrified.

Jaxon's thought process was telling him to strip and wipe the damn thing off his neck, but the time and setting were inappropriate.

All he could do was stand and try so hard to stop himself from killing the person responsible for this act.

"Who was it?"

Coldness seeped out of his deep voice, and everyone present was silent.

They almost forgot why they were there in the first place and felt sympathy for Jaxon.

They even felt a little bit of fear since he was surprisingly calm, which was an unnatural response to experiencing something like that.

Alfred, who was covering his nose with a handkerchief, immediately went back to Jaxon's side and tried to remove his suit. He could not handle the smell, so his face was facing away from Jaxon, which meant that he couldn't really see that what he was trying to do wasn't really helping Jaxon but instead made it even worse.

Jaxon frowned and glared at Alfred, which made the latter stop his actions and apologize. The former took the suit off himself and threw it on the ground. Now, his white dress was exposed, along with a large stain on the collar down to the middle of his back. The colour of the stain was enough to distinguish the weirdness of the object thrown at him.

"Who was it?"

This time, there was intensity in his tone.

Clare, who froze upon hearing the first question, came back to her senses and turned to leave.

The fear and nervousness were enough to fire her up to dash away from the sight. The onlookers figured that it was her and pointed at her. Good thing the old woman came to her rescue and covered the mouth of the protester who was going to snitch on her.

Clare winked at the old woman and blew her a kiss as she ran as fast as she could.

' Thanks a lot, Granny. I will never forget this favour. Whew! I think that was the fastest I could run...' she thought as she tried to catch her breath.

She was now a few blocks away from that building and thought that maybe she was safe from getting caught.

Clare immediately collapsed on the ground.

Meanwhile, everybody at the scene of the protest recovered, including the company's staff. They immediately escorted their superior inside the building and suppressed the protestors, who grew wilder from the commotion earlier.

Jaxon has leftover anger from the altercation and has demanded that they find the culprit.

What they managed to show him was CCTV footage of a boy running away seconds after the incident.

A sarcastic smile was plastered on his face.

A boy who looked like he just entered puberty was responsible, huh?

Was he even of legal age?

How were they supposed to sue a minor?

Although what the boy did was out of line, wouldn't that make Jaxon look petty if he sent a minor to jail for some stupid prank?

"Forget it," he muttered under his breath.

He commanded his secretary to wrap things up.

Jaxon decided to let it go, but the next time he met the young boy...

That boy better not cross paths with him.

Because...

He will surely beat his ass if they ever did meet again.