<h4>Chapter 336: Really insufferable...</h4>


    After a few minutes of waiting, Davis’s phone dinged. Once, then again, and again until a flood of notifications spilled across the screen from multiple sources.


    He slid his hand over the device, unlocking it with a swipe before tapping into his email.


    One by one, he reviewed the iing reports, eyes scanning each line with practiced ease.


    As he absorbed the contents, his lips curled into a tight, knowing smirk.


    "Just as expected," he murmured under his breath.


    "Tricia Watts... you really are insufferable."


    With a deep breath, he dialed a number. It connected on the first ring.


    The faint sound of papers shuffling filtered through the speaker.


    "Are you in the office?" Davis asked, voiceposed.


    "Yes. Certain matters required urgent attention," came Daniel’s reply, businesslike as always.


    "I want to ask... is thepany losing business?" Davis asked, leaning back, his hand on the wall of the balcony as he watched the rising sun.


    He could picture Daniel’s face furrowed and his hand likely pausing mid-task, his expression tense as he sorts out the answer to the question.


    "No," Daniel finally said. "Why do you ask?" His voice calmed after he took a deep breath.


    Davis’s voice cooled. "Then why does your COO have the time to travel and stir up trouble on a non-official assignment?"


    There was silence. Probably, he was analyzing the meaning of his statement.


    "NoI see," Daniel eventually replied. "I’ll handle it."


    The line went dead.


    Davis turned back to the second report. His brow furrowed halfway through when the phone buzzed again with an iing call.


    He answered immediately. "Richard?"


    "Godson called," came the familiar calm tone. "He’s ready to turn himself in for allowing the materials to be taken."


    "Why did he allow the materials to be taken in the first ce?" Davis asked, his brow furrowed.


    He had his doubts about the sabotage; he didn’t believe it would originate from the team, who had worked tirelessly, whose paychecks and futures were tied to the sess of thisunch.


    No, it had to be someone operating behind the curtain.


    "He’s submitted a full report of the incident." Richard paused briefly. "It was Sonia Zak daughter of Zak Pete... and the CEO of Deluxe Wears."


    Davis narrowed his eyes. "I remember telling her to approach you for a partnership. Did she?"


    "She did," Richard confirmed. "But since she had already taken this step and still wanted a deal so I didn’t bother." Richard concluded.


    "I figured you could grant her the request. Let’s see how she sorts herself out with Tricia and the Zak family."Davis said.


    "Fair enough. I’ll call her," Richard replied.


    He was about to end the call when he heard him say, "Also, make a n for the acquisition of Deluxe Wears in four days."


    His breath hitched across the line. "Acquisition?"


    "Is that a problem?"


    "A bit."


    "What’s the issue?"


    "Management," Richard said bluntly.


    He didn’t need to ask Davis’s motive, he knew. And deep down, he suspected thepany would stillnd in his hands to manage, whether he liked it or not.


    For years, Deluxe Wears had never yed fair and had never concentrated on a pure marketpetition between them.


    They had always chosen to sabotage and destroy the Angels Wear’s efforts with underhanded means, cheap tactics and backdoor politics.


    Davis wasn’t interested in a prolonged war. It is better to solve this problem early and he wanted the root severed.


    The only option and logical path forward was assimtion into Angels Wear..


    "Once they’re ours, the plotting stops," Davis said.


    This idea Richard understood, but then it was not an easy feat, since the process of acquisition takes longer and management the problem.


    "What do you think about Godson?" Richard asked Davis.


    Davis paused lightly. "Hand him over to the police to be charged to court for his crimes, and after serving his term, if he is repentant, you might ept him back into thepany but on a demotion."


    Richard sighed deeply. "I will get back to you."


    "Don’t give any excuse in acquiring Deluxe Wears," he said, but the beeping sound of the phone gave the answer. Richard had already ended the call.


    "So fast in running," he muttered, but just then he felt an arm wrap around his waist tightly, a baby bump pressing behind his back.


    His body stiffened for a moment, and he took a deep breath to rx. "You are awake?"


    She nodded behind his back. Her action sent a wave of heat through his spine.


    "How long have you been here?" he asked. He wasn’t sure of how long she had been standing or how much she had heard.


    "As long as you were talking with Richard," she murmured. Davis took a deep breath.


    "I hope you are not angry with that?" he asked. He had made that decision without giving her the details of the problem.


    "Not my business," she said, taking a deep breath.


    Slowly, he removed the hand from his waist and turned around. He gulped hard at the sight before him.


    Jessica stood before him, wearing only his shirt, half-buttoned, barely covering the tight bum shorts hugging her hips.


    The hem danced high along her thighs, leaving her legs bare and inviting. The open chest of the shirt exposed the soft swell of her breasts, teasing in the morning light.


    Davis swallowed hard.


    He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and gently positioned her against the wall.


    One hand braced beside her head, caging her. He lowered his head, his gaze flickering to her breasts, which were in clear sight without the buttons.


    The warmth of her skin, the scent of her, it all pushed against his restraint.


    "What?" she asked, arching a brow.


    "Are you really testing my control this morning?" he asked, voice rough and low, his breath grazing her neck, heat coursed through her veins.


    With a quiet smile, she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Are you afraid you can’t hold back?" she whispered, fingers threading through his hair and trailing down to his nape.


    "Babe, you know it’s quite dangerous to y with fire," he said as his hand fondled her breast and captured her lips in a deep kiss. She moaned and responded with the same.


    Without another word, he stepped away from her, her cheeks flushed. He carefully scooped her into a bridal style and made his way back into the bedroom.


    With a soft click, the door closed.