Jake told the staff members about the unconscious Triple M.
He lied to them by saying that he believed him to be drunk. He wouldn’t expose what had occurred up there and that he was one of the perpetrators.
Jake didn’t think that what he did was terrible.
It went against his principles, true. But he couldn’t turn back time and still didn’t regret his choice.
He could also see that Meredith was confused about it.
She had been silent all along since that incident. Her half-lidded eyes and absentminded countenance worried him the most.
Jake called the taxi back to the hotel.
He held Meredith’s hand all the time to ensure she felt his presence and could rely on him.
It was a quiet drive.
Even the taxi driver couldn’t draw a word from the couple. He dropped them at the hotel and pulled away with a curt farewell, confident he would never see the odd couple again.
"He won’t die," Jake said.
"I know... he’s resilient," Meredith replied.
Inwardly, Jake hated how Triple M became the center of their time and problems. This man really messed up with them at the worst moment possible.
"I give no quarter about him," Jake honestly said when it was Meredith’s time to enter her room. She turned her eyes to him and stared into his absorbing gaze. "He frightened you. He could have hurt you. And you look so unwell now. I’m worried and also angry at myself cause I don’t know how to help you.
I might be the reason you feel this way. I should have just zapped him and left him on the stairs."
Meredith strained a smile. "It’s not your fault. I didn’t expect our date to end like that, but I’m glad I have forgiven you. It was fun until that moment."
"Will you... stay at the hotel for a few more days?" Jake asked. He didn’t know when Meredith would leave Poland and return to her country.
"Do you want me to stay?" Meredith asked back.
Jake widened his eyes. "Yeah... of course! I want to spend much more time with you before we return home!"
The flashy burglar spat a cloud of smoke. "You failed! You failed so much that my dark horse locked himself in his room! You two had a single job! A single job, I tell ye. TO STOP THAT BEAN BRAIN FROM BOTHERING THEM!
I’m not surprised you didn’t win the first division if you are the star of Untamed! It’s sickening! There’s no art in what you’ve done!"
He spat on the floor.
"Jake zapped that man! He was on his knees! What else could we done?!" the woman shouted back. "It was over! He could have played a hero or a villain, whatever! Everything was in Jake’s hands!
You can’t pin the blame on us!"
"Me? Can’t do anything? ’Can’t’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary and on my stage! If you hadn’t taken your sweet time at the award ceremony party, you would have stopped him straight after he left the hall. I can blame you. I can blame you with dollars if you want to go this route!
No one can stop me, including my dear sister, if I am mad!"
The second male on the scene chimed in. "Calm down. We’ve done a terrible job. There’s no doubt that. How’s Jake?"
"He’s down. Just recalling him sitting in the dark room with his face down makes me heartsick! Makes me furious at you! Makes me mad at that muscle head, too! I have already had my lawyer file an international law case against him! He’s not getting away!"
"An international law case? It costs a fortune..." the second man said.
The man draped in golden bathrobes sneered. "My despondent heart loses fortunes as I lament and drown in hatred!"
The woman whispered, "...how about I fetch him a few snacks?"
"Quiet!"
"...just don’t talk."
Both men said.
It was a shock to the woman as she fell onto her rear.
"The timing couldn’t have been worse, too! Golden Coin is about to cause another drama in the team! I did all I could to prevent that, but all went to—" he cursed.
"I know! I will buy them a house!" the woman’s face suddenly brightened as she got this idea.
The man lit up the second cigar and nodded. "Not a bad idea."