Jayden slumped onto his bed, a wave of tiredness, anger, and regret washed over him. He plugged in his earphones and selected a random playlist.

🎶Winter,spring,summer or fa..all, all you gotta do is ca..all and I'll be there, be there, be..e....there no matter the time.🎶

Jayden closed his eyes, the song bringing up a wave of nostalgia to him. He remembered that song. He and his dad used to sing it together all the time, and now even that had become a distant memory to him.

He remembered when he and his sister Jade had a complete life, a complete family, when everything was going fine.

But when Dad left on that business trip and never returned, and Mom shut herself away from the children, and immersed herself into the  family's businesses.
       She rarely saw him, and Jayden rarely called her, except to talk about business and to ask how his studies were going on.  All she cared about was grooming him and Jade to become the perfect business tycoons, like she was. Her ultimate goal to expand Bay Group.

He'd grown up surrounded by butlers, maids and servants who catered to his every whim. He'd spent almost every holiday alone ,Because Jade had been sent away to a boarding school to "become a well rounded person beneficial to society" as his mother had put it, He'd been alone, literally. unless he'd been invited to spend them with any of the boys

After all of the things that had happened,P4 had become everything to him. His family, his home, a haven where he felt safe and loved.

And now,...... now that girl had ruined everything . They'd fought like this, and it was all because of her!

He'd called Jenai a couple of times, but no response. He'd sent multiple texts to their whatsapp group but still no responses from either of them and it was driving him nuts.

A maid knocked at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He didn't respond. She knocked again, expecting a response. He didn't give one.

   Confused, she placed the tray of food on the tiled floor right in front of Jayden's door and went to find
Mr. Finley, Jayden's newest butler who was also head of domestic affairs in their North Ridge House, was about fifty years old.

He had kind eyes, that wrinkled at the edges . He had been their butler for years and he was Jayden's personal favorite.

He was one of the few people who knew him well, his likes and dislikes, what interested him and what didn't, Jayden was quite picky, and it took the most patient of people to keep him satisfied since he took over the domestic administration of the house.

Jayden had had many butlers through the years, but Mr. Finley rarely lost his temper. Because of this, Jayden liked him very much but of course was too proud to say so.

Jayden, sensing the continued silence  curiously opened the door of his room to find his meal sitting on the floor.
"Disgusted, he, as usual screamed out for Butler Finley who showed up with the culprit maid in tow.

"Who left this here?!". He roared at the maid.
M....m..me Sir!
Y..you! He said cruelly imitating her stammer. Do you have blood flowing in your head properly? How dare you leave my meal on the floor?! He fumed.

Mr. Finley! Fire her right now! He ordered.
As he turned to leave the maid clutched the silk robe he had on, desperate to keep her job.

He tried to yank it away from her and was surprised to see that she had an iron grip.

Let go!......Let go of it!

I'm s..sorry s...sir please forgive me! I need this job. My sister's pregnant and she doesn't have any sources of income I'm the only one with a steady job she pleads, still holding on to his robe.

Pregnant? Jayden asked, an idea forming in his head.

Yes sir. She responded a glint of hope flashing in her eyes as she notices Jayden's hesitation.

Well.... whatever just never let this happen again. And.... let my robe go! he finally managed to yank the robe away from her.

Mr. Finley? I want another meal. This time on my table not on the floor yeah?
Mr. Finley nodded, knowingly. Jayden wasn't one to say "please" regardless of who was in front of him.

Jayden went back inside and shut the door, an idea forming in his head. He whipped out his phone and called his assistant.

Bennett? Get me info on "Wonder Girl".