Sold? Oh Please.

Jonathan waited patiently for his brother to come home, it had been almost three hours and still no sign of Jason. Did he already go up? No that wasn't possible, he was attentive no car came in here without him knowing. As he looked at his watch a car came in and at a glance he knew who it was. His brother. He watched quietly for him to get down off the car, that was an natural number of bodyguards. Since when did he start going around with bodyguards? Did he suspect their father would hurt him? Was he capable of that?

Jonathan got off as well and waited for him by the elevator. 

"The old man send you?" Jason asked as he walked towards him.

"Yes... but that's not the reason I'm here." Jonathan said. 

Jason stood before his brother and tilted his head, "are you going to tell me or should I guess." Jason asked, wearing a bored expression on his face.

"I'm here to give all my shares to you." Jonathan stated curtly. "Shall I continue? In front of them?" He asked gesturing to the three men that stood behind him.

"Matt take another elevator with them, I'll go up with Jonathan." Jason ordered. 

"With all due respect sir, we cannot allow you out of our sight, especially with someone else in an enclosed space." One of the bodyguards spoke up.

"I'll be fine thank you, right Jonathan?" He smirked at Jonathan. 

"Whatever, let's go." He said turning around to go the elevator. The bodyguard wanted to insist but Matt stopped him and led them out of the basement as Jonathan's and Jason walked into the elevator. 

"So?" Jason asked as they walked into the elevator. 

"I'll start first with the old man's message. He says you may think you're grown up but you're not. 'Stop this before you fall flat on your face, your still my heir don't let the shareholders witness  what will clearly be an embarrassment. You forget I know have a spare, you aren't indispensable.' That's what he said." Jonathan stated curtly. 

Jason nodded "and you?" He asked, by that time the elevator door opened and they both walked out.

"I have conditions for my information. And my shares." Jonathan said as they walked into his penthouse. 

"What makes you think I need them?" Jason asked.

"Because if you don't, father message will become you reality." Jason brow rose at his brother proclamation. 

Jonathan smiled, looking around his house, "I wonder, would I ever have gotten the chance to enter your house if you didn't want something for me?" 

Jason took of his jacket and walked to the bar, "do you want anything?" He shook his head and Jason nodded pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He walked back and sat down, watching Jonathan inspect his apartment. 

"I never said I wanted anything" Jason stated curtly. 

"Oh but you do, right at this very moments at the shareholders you assume you have in your corner, are kneeling down eating out of father's palm." Jonathan informed him, but he didn't expect the reaction Jason was giving his news. There was no surprise, or disappointment. It was like he expected it.

"You knew." Jonathan said slowly.

Jason nodded, "I did."

"So why? If you know there's no chance of you winning?" Jonathan asked truly perplexed by his older brother. 

"Listen closely, teachable moment. What happens when there a situation, that say a country experiences a long reign of peace? First the citizens get too comfortable, then they get confident, soon after that they become cocky." Jason explained to Jonathan. 

"Father is just like the citizens, for decades he's run the Kang empire, with no attempts for the sit and hardly any on his life. He's become too cocky." He said. 

"So you're just trying to rattle father? You have no intention of winning?" Jonathan asked. 

"Oh no... I definitely do." 

"How? I just told you there's no one on your side."

"But here you are, and besides with a business as big as the KE holdings. You never all your shareholders. I never expected any of the people I met with today to side with me." He stated. 

"You couldn't have known I would come." Jonathan said. 

"Actually I didn't, but to be honest I'm glad you did. You make me proud and finally I can see you as competition." 

"Because I'm on your side?" Jonathan scoffed.

"No even better, no you're thinking like a Kang. Like father, like me." Jason said with a small smirk. 

"And how I'm I doing that exactly?"

"You know right when to jump out of a sinking ship."

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Jessie stared at the clock, if she didn't escape now she never would. In just about 30 seconds they'll be here to call her to leave for the airport. Her father had suspected she would try to escape which of course she would and moved their departure to this evening. She was in the short skirt and buttoned up shirt that Tony brought for her. Forming a bad habit of chewing in her nails, nothing she could do now. She was about thirty floors high and besides after the last time she tried to escape Jason's apartment she developed quite a fear of heights, nothing would make her even consider the balcony. And there were guards right outside her door, curse the hotel rooms for having only one way of exit.

If only she could get her hands on a phone, who would she call? If she couldn't trust Jason then she probably couldn't trust Katherine and especially not Paul. But they all seemed to share her dislike of Patricia and her infamous family, especially Katherine. Then there was her knight on shining armour as always, Jonathan Kang. But she didn't know his number and never saw the need to memorize it since she had it saved on her phone. At this rate she might as well just be shipped home. Either way she wouldn't give up until she had tried everything. 

"Miss Yoo? It's time." One if the guards informed her  from behind the door.

Since she didn't have any luggage she didn't have to pick anything, instead her hands hung iddly by her side. 

"Aera" her father said from the door. And she frowned at him. 

"I told you not to call me that." She said firmly. As he walked into the room.

"Why? That's your name is it not? You'll do well to forget the name Jessie Marin and leave it behind, forget everything that has to do with that name." He stated bluntly. 

Jessie frowned ready to lash out of her father but her mother's words echoed in her head. She decided that being agreeable would suit her well and might loosen up a bit. And at the perfect moment she would escape. 

"...."

"Very well, you seem ready let's go." He said. And she followed quietly behind him and they walked out of the hotel, and got into the car. Jessie had forgotten how extravagant her father tended to be sometimes, a limousine? That was unnecessary but as always it was important to keep face. Even though their family and family business wasn't based in the capital they were still a pretty expansive family. So when they were in capital, surrounded by all those eyes, they had to keep appearances. She refused to speak all the while, but humoured her father endless chatter with slight sighs and hums, in response when they were needed. 

Her father excitement was very obvious and Jessie noticed it as well, be was indeed sincerely happy that she was returning with him. At least both her parents seemed happy about her return, she had no idea how any of her siblings would react. Especially Deok soo, silently hoping he had outgrown his bitterness. 

As they entered the private jet Jessie knew it was most likely over, maybe she should prepare for escaping from the family house instead, because it seemed like she would be going home. After about thirty minutes of flying the aircraft landed, the pilot mumbled something about fuel and not being able to restock because the sudden change of schedule. Jessie didn't pay it any heed until the door opened. She looked at her father, his seemed distracted by the laptop in front of him. This was an opportunity! She didn't know how far she would get but she was sure as hell going to try. She slowly took off her belt and before her father would turn around to check she slipped out if the plane. And just started running. She didn't know where or how but she just kept running. Soon enough she reached the boarding place where the buses that carried passengers were parked. She managed to slip through the security and the she saw the entrance, she looked back and no one was following her. They hadn't realized, she was free!

How wrong she was. As she stepped out of the airport building she bumped into a large suit claded man, and fell back. He turned around to apologise when she noticed the earpiece in his ear. He was a bodyguard and she recognised his face.

"Miss Yoo?" She shook her head but before she would try to run away again, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a corner. 

"Let me go! Let me go now or I will scream." She threatened. 

"Oh? Go on then, scream let's see how you explain your face." Her father voice sounded behind her. She whipped her head around and glared at him. 

"I should have known, you were being too agreeable. You never give up do you?" He asked.

"You cannot do this! Let me go, this is kidnapping and it's illegal!" She yelled. 

"Oh yeah well you're illegal so..." he trailed of, he was taunting her. When did her father get so pigheaded? Oh that's right ten years ago.

"Will just give up already? You make me want to put you on a complete lockdown when we get home." He stated. 

"Please Father, don't do this." She pleaded when she saw that her chances of getting out of this were running slim.

"Take her back to the plane" he ordered the bodyguard, ignoring her. Her pleas fell on silent ears as they drove back to the plane. And she felt an immense urge to break down and just cry, but what use would that do? Give her a runny nose and headache.

She felt defeated and annoyed, walking back into the plane. How naive she must have been to think she had escaped. She almost bumped into her father as she got in, seeing as he was standing there in front of the entrance. 

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't reply, following his gaze she looked at what had him so... shocked?

Her eyes widened and her breathing stopped when her eyes landed on the opposite direction. "Jason?"

"What the hell did you do to you hair?"