CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: MADAM, DO YOU ADMIT YOUR MISTAKE?

Jenson Forrest had returned to Sovereign Court by the time he received Zinnia Lawrence’s WeChat message.

On his desk lay a more detailed report on Kane Donovan. It documented all the girls he had preyed upon over the years, both willing and forced. The file was as thick as a book. It even included a case that resulted in a death two years ago.

Jenson’s eyes darkened. It was hard to imagine what might have happened that night if Zinnia hadn’t responded so resourcefully.

A silent, murderous intent spread through him until the chime of a WeChat message interrupted the quiet. The man’s gaze swept across the screen, and the killing intent gradually dissipated. He tossed the report into the trash and gave a deep-voiced command.

"Go. Leave him alive."

That meant ensuring he lived a life worse than death.

"Understood." Ryder Reynolds, a grim figure, stood before the desk. He caught the implication, acknowledged the order, and turned to leave.

Only then did Jenson pick up his phone and open WeChat. When he saw that the woman had not only unblocked him but had also asked to meet him at a café tomorrow, the coldness in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by a pensive look.

Just then, Aunt Kramer knocked on the door. "Sir, the Fifth Young Master has arrived."

Jenson placed his phone face down on the desk. "Take him to the activity room."

When Jenson arrived, Winston Forrest was already waiting there.

"Third Brother, you called me over so late. Are you asking me to work out with you?" he asked, gesturing toward the exercise equipment with a puzzled expression.

Jenson said nothing. He walked over, took a pair of boxing gloves from the shelf, and tossed them to Winston. He then took another pair for himself and slowly put them on.

Winston was slightly stunned. Then, he grinned, took off his jacket, put on the gloves, and struck a pose, jutting his chin out.

"Third Brother, you sit in an office all day while I’m a professional athlete. You’re surely no match for me now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jenson moved like lightning.

BAM!

A kick to the chest sent Winston staggering back several steps, his chest throbbing with a dull ache.

Before he could even catch his breath, another flying kick came at him. His tall frame buckled and fell, sliding two meters before crashing into the corner of the wall.

"You talk too much," Jenson said coldly, glaring down at Winston and beckoning with his gloved hand.

Winston’s gaze sharpened. Pushing off the ground with his legs, he leaped to his feet and lunged forward, throwing a powerful punch.

However, the facts proved that even with professional physical training every day, he was still no match for Jenson in a boxing ring.

After being knocked down for the eighteenth time, Winston lay panting on the floor. He didn’t get up to fight again. Instead, he tore off his boxing gloves and asked, "Third Brother, you know about that, don’t you?" Though it was a question, his tone was certain.

He’d been called over specifically to get beaten up. The only reason for this lesson had to be that Jenson found out what he and Zinnia had hidden.

Jenson remained standing, looking down at Winston. "You’re not a complete idiot," he said coolly.

Winston sat up, wincing as the movement pulled at his injuries. "Hiss... Damn, Third Brother, you really don’t hold back. It was Zinnia who told me not to tell you."

"She told you not to say anything, so you didn’t? Is she your master?" Jenson sneered.

Winston felt utterly wronged. "Well, she pretty much is a little queen, isn’t she?"

When they were kids, whenever he fought with Zinnia, Third Brother would thrash him regardless of who was right or wrong. To think that after all these years, nothing had changed. No, that’s not right. Things had gotten worse since Zinnia married him. He was really laying into him now, and it hurt like hell.

He didn’t know which of his words had provoked Jenson this time, but the man’s gaze grew even sharper.

"She’s my wife! Something like that happened to my wife, and you colluded with her to hide it from me? What were you thinking?"

Winston felt a pang of guilt and scratched his nose. "Third Brother, don’t be angry. It’s not that Zinnia was afraid you’d overthink things or that she doesn’t trust you. It’s because of what happened all those years ago. She just cares about you too much and was worried you’d do something irrational if you found out..."

Jenson sneered. "So I’m supposed to thank you both for being so considerate?"

Winston felt like this conversation was going nowhere. If they kept talking, he was afraid he might actually die here. He quickly changed the subject. "That guy, Kane... he’s been having a rough couple of days. I had someone give him a little ’treat’ and now he’s barely clinging to life. Let’s just leave it at that. Zinnia doesn’t want you to know, so just pretend you don’t, Third Brother..."

Before he could finish, Jenson was already walking away, leaving behind a single, cold sentence.

"Outsiders should stay out of our marriage!"

「The next day.」

When Timothy Cohen arrived to pick up Jenson Forrest early in the morning, Jenson still hadn’t come downstairs.

Aunt Kramer said, "The master had breakfast and went back upstairs. Assistant Cohen, please go on up and wait."

Timothy was a little surprised. The workaholic President Forrest seemed rather unusual today.

He found it even stranger when he discovered that Jenson wasn’t in the study, but was still in the dressing room selecting a tie.

President Forrest, apparently oblivious, even turned around holding two ties and asked, "Which of these looks better?"

Timothy’s eyes widened. He genuinely couldn’t see any difference between the two ties—both were blue with a subtle dark pattern. Wait, on closer inspection, are the squares on the left one slightly larger?

"The left one?" he ventured, quickly answering when he met Jenson’s impatient gaze.

Two minutes later, Jenson put on the tie on the right and walked past Timothy without a word, his face expressionless.

Still, on the way to the office, Timothy couldn’t help but notice that the president’s mood was different today.

It wasn’t until after an early meeting, when he heard Jenson’s instructions, that Timothy finally understood the source of this change.

"Go down to the café and wait for my wife. If she understands that she was wrong, bring her up."

So that’s it. The Madam is making up with the President.

Timothy smiled. "Should I clear the president’s noon schedule and book a restaurant?"

Jenson’s eyes remained fixed on the data charts on his computer. "You take care of it."

Timothy stifled a laugh. No wonder the president was fussing over which tie to wear. He was planning on having a date with his wife today!

When Timothy arrived at the café downstairs, Zinnia was already there. However, she wasn’t alone. A middle-aged man with glasses was sitting next to her.

Timothy was puzzled as he approached them.

"Madam, this is..."

Zinnia glanced behind Timothy. When she didn’t see Jenson, her expression remained unchanged as she introduced the man beside her.

The smile on Timothy’s face gradually froze.

Ten minutes later, Timothy returned to the president’s office.

When he entered, Jenson’s gaze was still fixed on the computer. "Does she admit she was wrong?" he asked.

He’d only heard one set of footsteps, but he assumed Zinnia was just lagging behind. He had been so angry he’d thrown her out of the car last night; she needed to do some serious self-reflection. She’d been so willful recently, even blocking him. The fact that she quietly unblocked him last night and asked to meet must mean she finally realized her mistake. As for why she didn’t come straight up, she was probably too embarrassed.

"President... Madam, she... she..."

Timothy’s hesitation finally made Jenson look up from his computer. His gaze fell on the papers in Timothy’s hand. "What is that?"

Timothy steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and placed the document on Jenson’s desk. He spoke quickly.

"President, this is another divorce agreement prepared by the Madam. She said she agrees to the divorce terms you previously proposed."

"She... she even brought her lawyer. She asked me to bring the newly drafted agreement up for you to sign, and then I am to take it back down to her."

Just saying those few sentences was enough to make Timothy break out in a cold sweat.

The President thought the Madam was here to beg for forgiveness, but it turns out she brought a divorce lawyer with her. Timothy felt a pang of second-hand embarrassment for his boss.