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Season 5

Episode 18

(Golden cage)

"It's true." Magee finally cooled down, but he appeared grim. "If I let you die so easily, it will be mercy. I want to have you suffer because you deserve no mercy. You cannot die so easily!"

"You! Poof!" Mr. Gu was so furious that it seemed as if he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Magee laughed. Jacob hadn't lied. Mr. Gu was now like an arrow at the end of its flight. If he stayed longer, it was hard to say whether Mr. Gu would die of his rage alone.

But if he were to die of anger alone, how would it be interesting?

"Get out of here!" Mr. Gu roared. His rage exploded. His facial expressions would even scare a ghost at this moment.

Magee laughed, pitifully. He whispered softly, "Don't get disheartened so soon. This is not over. Wait for your retribution."

This is not over. Wait for your retribution."

Whispering those infuriating words, he walked out of the door.

In a quick motion, Mr. Gu threw a cup aimed at Jacob, who was standing beside his bed. Jacob dodged it by moving sideways and saving himself from getting hurt. The cup missed its target and descended on to the ground, instantly breaking apart to uncountable number of tiny bits.

Jacob's face seemed frozen out of fright. The air around him seemed hostile and tense with imminent violence. He acted like a cruel dictator, terrifying everyone around him.

Mr. Gu felt humiliated like never before. His dignity had been stripped off him with no mercy.

Before he could realize, he had unknowingly exchanged his position with Jacob. Once upon a time, he demeaned him. But now, Jacob had grown up and was able to compete with him.

Mr. Gu felt extremely regretful. He lamented not having gotten rid of Jacob a long time ago realizing that he was indeed a threat. He hadn't anticipated that he'd one day rise enabling him to stand toe-to-toe against him.

Jacob looked at Mr. Gu as if he were an absolutely insignificant person before him.

With unimaginable amount of rage inside him, Mr.Gu shot a final glance at Jacob while he stepped out of the ward. His turbid eyes were livid with anger. "Get out!", he yelled.

A minute later, Jack walked in gleefully. As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by an angry curse from Mr. Gu, "Where were you just now? How could you let Jacob in?"

"Mr. Gu, please control your temper. It's bad for your health." Jack's attitude seemed somewhat disapproving. Now that he had achieved his aim, he didn't have to respect Mr. Gu. He said," You've no role to play here. Now it is the battle between Jacob and me, it'd be advisable for you to step aside."

Mr. Gu was shivering with fury at Jack's remarks. He asked, "Do you think you have outgrown my control so much as to defy and disrespect me? If it wasn't for me, how would you've achieved all this? You can never win over Jacob at all!"

"Not necessarily." Jack grinned broadly. After having called for a doctor in to provide medicare to Mr.Gu, he said, "Get some rest, and let's wait and see what happens to your prediction, Mr. Gu."

It was difficult to predict the victor in this game.

He wanted to prove to that special one that he was never inferior to Jacob in any way. He was indeed the most qualified person to remain by Emily's side!

Mr. Gu struggled to get out off his bed, but was unable to. He realized that his hair had turned grey and his muscles, weak. He would no longer be strong enough to move around anywhere as he pleased.

He had never imagined that Jack would end up betraying him one day. He had done all kinds of evil deeds in his life. Perhaps this was fate's retribution by not granting him a single trustworthy assistant at this moment. Everyone around him had transformed into an ungrateful serpent as soon as they sensed a pinch of weakness in him. How ironic!

Jack was in a good mood when he left the ward. Mr. Gu shouldn't die at the moment. He got the share that belonged to him. His worry rested on the rest of the wealth. The remaining was still held firmly by Mr. Gu. He had to discover ways to get hold onto it.

And Jacob...

Ah, those drugs could have had some effect, perhaps?

The corner of Jack's lips curved upwards, and a strange smile appeared.
As time passed, almost everyone found Jacob becoming increasingly capricious, cruel and dangerous, especially the staffs in the Gu Consortium. They exhibited utmost caution while dealing with him.

Obviously, Sam too had noticed that his boss was sometimes going out of control, perhaps even radical. His condition wouldn't get any better if things continued like this.

After Jacob fired several senior executives in a fit of fury, Sam couldn't help reminding him at work, "Mr. Jacob, you haven't been to the doctor in a long time."

The anger not having left his face, he turned to Sam and said, "I have my own discretion, Sam. You need to know what you should do and what you shouldn't."

Jacob didn't find anything abnormal about himself. He even felt that he was in good condition. At least Emily was now staying with him obediently and wouldn't escape again.

This was good, wasn't it?

There was no need to do other things.

"Yes, Mr. Jacob." Sam put his head down so low it seemed as if he were bowing. He was thinking about what should be his next move in the meantime.

Jacob was undoubtedly abnormal, but Sam could not afford to say it aloud. He knew that Jacob had been to a psychiatrist. His illness had been maintained under control, but now suddenly everything seemed to get worse... Did the medicines have an adverse effect on his health?' he wondered.

Sam wasn't sure. The only fact that he was certain about was that Jacob's mental state had been closely connected to Emily since five years ago. As a wise man once said, "It is better for the doer to undo what he has done." Emily might be the one who could help after all.


Meanwhile, Emily had been caged in the villa every day. She madly wanted to see Beryl, but Jacob forbade it by saying it wasn't an appropriate time right now. Her mental health was also taking a heavy toll.

Jacob didn't seem to care, as if he were content in staying with Emily every day. But Emily wasn't able to endure this. She even became bored with Jacob.

She wanted to escape from this golden cage.

One day, Jacob was caught up in some business affairs at the company and failed to return home.

Emily lied on bed motionless, throughout the day. The maid served the dinner respectfully, without uttering a word. It seemed as if they were maintaining a divine hour of absolute silence.

Of course, this was a consequence of Jacob's orders. He disallowed other people from talking to Emily. If things went on like this, he would soon be the only person who was authorized to communicate with her, and she would gradually become dependent on him for anything and everything.

He wanted an absolute possession of her, from heart to soul.

The maid withdrew carefully. Emily didn't bother to touch the delicious food on the table. Instead, she was lost in her own world of deep thoughts.

It was rare and unusual for Jacob to not return by night fall. If tonight he really didn't plan to return, it would be a golden opportunity for her to plot her escape. Emily was eager to escape from his clutches. She eventually mustered enough courage to act.

Even when the clock chimed midnight, there was no sign of Jacob.

In her room, Emily had already turned off the lamp. She tore the sheets into stripes in the darkness, and tied them together firmly. The sheets turned into a thick rope, and she tied them to the windowsill.

The window was right in front of the garden. Although there were bodyguards patrolling from time to time, it was the most unguarded spot where the security of the villa seldom watched over.

The giant beam of spotlight swept over the garden every now and then. Emily waited patiently by the window. After the first round of inspection by the guards were over, she slowly rose, grabbed the rope, climbed outside of the window, and moved down inch by inch. She was finally regaining her freedom.

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