Chapter 295

Jerry never thought he'd end up in this mess just because he saw something he shouldn't have and cracked a joke at the wrong time. Now, he was facing Michael's wrath.

"No, no, no, Mr. Williams, you know me! My idea of a vacation is sunshine, beaches, and bikinis. Not forests, mosquitoes, and monkeys! Please, I swear I can forget everything I saw," Jerry pleaded, his hands outstretched in desperation.

Michael sneered, "Maybe you could wear a bikini in the blazing forest at noon, feeding mosquitoes and monkeys. And as for the beach, that's a piece of cake-I'll get you an hourglass!"

Jerry almost dropped to his knees, his face twisted in desperation. "Mr. Williams, please, I didn't see anything, I swear!"

Suddenly, Jerry had a lightbulb moment and bolted out of Michael's office, only to return a few moments later, knocking on the door like nothing had happened.

When Jerry walked back in, he had a calm expression. "Mr. Williams, these are the new company documents that need your signature."

He acted like he hadn't just been begging for mercy a minute ago.

Michael took a deep breath, grabbed the documents from Jerry, and sighed, "You're shameless to a whole new level."

Jerry shrugged. "C'est la vie."

Michael rolled his eyes, signed the documents, and slapped them against Jerry's chest. "Now get out of my office. As for your vacation, I did plan to let you have a couple of days off. But now, I've changed my mind. You're staying put."

Jerry's face fell. 'Damn capitalist, greedy capitalist, stingy capitalist...'

He kept cursing Michael in his head as he walked out of the office.

Meanwhile, Jasper, who had been running from everyone, finally made it to the meeting point arranged by Joe.

Jasper leaned against a container, panting heavily, his face flushed.

He hadn't dared to take public transportation and hadn't eaten much since leaving the hospital. The money he had was only enough for a loaf of bread.

Luckily, that bread kept him going, or he might have passed out from hunger.

Scanning the crowd with wary eyes, Jasper soon spotted a man wearing a red beret.

Making sure no one was watching, he approached the man cautiously.

"I'm Jasper. Did anyone tell you to pick me up?" Jasper asked carefully.

The man in the red beret smiled and waved. "Alright, Mr. Taylor, no need to be so formal. I'm Joe."

Jasper recognized the voice from their phone call and felt a bit annoyed. "Why didn't you just tell me you were the one picking me up?"

Joe shrugged and smiled, "Does it really matter? Besides, you're a guest arranged by Mr. Williams himself, so I have to personally welcome you. It's a sign of respect for Mr. Williams."

Jasper shot Joe a cold look, took a deep breath, and said, "Where's the boat? I want to leave now."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Come on, Mr. Taylor, do you see what time it is? The ship doesn't leave for another four hours! The cargo ship hasn't even finished loading yet. I can't send you off now."

Jasper sighed, glancing at the half-loaded cargo ship. He knew he had to wait.

"So what am I supposed to do now? Wait in the cabin for four hours? Damn it, I haven't eaten. I'm starving," Jasper muttered, staring at Joe, hoping for some food.

Joe shrugged. "I'll take you to a container where you can hide until we reach another country's port. My people will get you out. Let me take you to that container first, then I'll bring you some food."

Joe led Jasper towards the container.

Jasper kept his head down the whole time, worried about being recognized.

But in reality, Jasper's worries were unnecessary. Everyone on the dock had been replaced by Michael's subordinates.

As for Zane, who Joe replaced, he did die in a gang fight. Poor Zane actually managed to escape, but Joe needed his position, so he took him out and credited the killing to the enemy.

When they reached a red container, Joe ushered Jasper inside. "Stay here and don't move around. I'll get you some food. What do you want to eat?"

Jasper waved his hand dismissively, "Just food and water. By the way, how long is the trip?"

"At this ship's speed, it'll take sixteen days to reach Lumaria," Joe said.

Jasper frowned and shook his head. "I don't need to go to that country. Just get me out of this country and arrange an identity for me so I can take a plane. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Joe frowned. "It's not impossible for you to disembark midway. This ship will resupply at a port in two days. By then, you'll be out of the country. But arranging an identity for you won't be easy."

Jasper gritted his teeth. He dared not make any phone calls now, but Joe was clearly asking for money.

"You just want money, don't you? I'll give it to you now." Jasper seemed to make a hard decision, raised his fist, and hit his own face.

Jasper felt the pain from the punch but nothing else.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to threaten me by self-harm?" Joe asked, confused.

Jasper, his frustration mounting, explained through gritted teeth, "I have two gold teeth in my mouth. That should be enough. But I'm too hungry, I don't have the strength..."

Before Jasper could finish, Joe punched him hard in the face. Jasper screamed in pain and spat out two bloody teeth.

Looking at the two white teeth on the ground, Jasper's anger flared anew. "You idiot," he cursed vehemently, "you hit the wrong side!"