I'll Teach You, Marianne.

"Should I buy a pizza patent so our son can enjoy all kinds of pizza he wants?"

Anne's eyes widened when she read the message that Jack sent. She couldn't believe what crazy thing was going through the man's mind to want to buy a pizza patent. The food had existed hundreds of years ago. Even the adorable video of Christian couldn't make Anne smile. Her mind was still on the message she had just read. 

"Sorry, Madam, please don't look down. I'm afraid your hairdo will be messy," said a hair stylist who was arranging Anne's hair.

Anne looked at the large mirror in front of her. "Never mind, don't arrange it again. I think that's enough, I don't want to overdo it."

"You can't, Madam, tonight's event is very special. That's why I have to provide special services for you too, there's no way I'll let you appear casual when you have dinner with Master," answered the hair stylist quickly. 

"I'm only going to have dinner with Jack, not the president or the queen, so don't overdo it because I don't like it," said Anne curtly.

"But Madam..."

Anne stared intently at the hair stylist who was standing behind her without blinking. 

"Okay, Madam, I will not change your hairdo again," replied the hair stylist quietly, being stared at by Mrs. Clarke made him unable to fight anymore. 

Erick, who was sitting not far from where Anne was, was smiling. He was happy to see how Anne intimidated the hair stylist. Even though he had managed to bring her to the best salon in Aberdeen, Erick did not immediately leave the place. He had to make sure that everything went smoothly until the Madam arrived at the prepared dinner place. 

Even though dinner with Jack would only be held in 1 hour, Anne had already received all the exclusive treatments from the salon, ranging from manicure and pedicure, a milk bath, cream bath, and other facial treatments, even now her hair was already being treated. She refused to put her hair in a high bun. She wanted to let her hair down, because according to Anne, her short hair would quickly fall apart if she put it in a bun, so she chose to just let her hair loose and put an accessory at the top. Even though her face was not yet made up, Anne already looked very different from before. She looked more beautiful and elegant with the makeup that had been applied on her face at the moment.

"You are really beautiful, Mrs. Clarke, no wonder Mr. Clarke is so crazy about you," said a make-up artist praising Anne's beauty. 

Anne smiled faintly. "We're getting a divorce soon, so don't call me Mrs. Clarke anymore, because I gave up that name 3 years ago."

The make-up artist's eyes widened. "You're a good joker too, Madam, I'm really lucky to know you."

Anne took a deep breath. She was not in the mood to respond to the words of the make-up artist who was applying false eyelashes to her eyes. She was very tired from all that she went through today. She wanted to finish everything quickly so she could return to her room, hugging her beloved son. 

After a long and tiring process, Anne was finally in the car going to dinner with Erick, who was her personal driver. She had repeatedly asked about Christian's whereabouts. But Erick didn't give a satisfactory answer and that annoyed Anne. She had also asked Jack, but Jack didn't activate his cell phone, just like Linda and Paul. Everyone really pissed Anne off today. 

"We've arrived, Madam," Erick said quietly to Anne as the car he was driving stopped.

Anne looked around. "It's at the hotel, isn't it?"

"That's right, Madam, and the place..."

"No, I don't want to go to the hotel. Tell your perverted master to go to a psychiatrist so he can get well soon," said Anne quickly, cutting Erick's words quickly.

"But the young master is here, Madam."

Thump!

Anne immediately went speechless. Her intention of wanting to leave that place immediately disappeared instantly. 

"Christian, is he here?" asked Anne softly repeating Erick's words.

"Yes, Madam, he's sleeping with Linda and Paul in one of the rooms in this hotel."

Anne's eyes flashed with anger. "Why didn't you say this from the start, Erick?"

"Sorry, Madam, I don't have that much courage to tell you where the young master is without his permission," replied Erick innocently.

"Jesus!!"

Anne was really frustrated. She didn't know how to deal with Jack. The man had cut off all her paths to run, so she couldn't help but obey his wishes. After calming down for a while, Anne finally gave in. She made peace with herself and decided to go with what Jack wanted. 

"Where is the place?"

"It's at the rooftop, Madam," replied Erick with a smile.

"Ok, take me to that place."

Eric smiled broadly. "With pleasure, Madam." 

Anne ignored the smile given by Erick. She was already too upset with what Jack had done to her today. Even though it wasn't Jack who directly gave orders to her, but still the man was the only person to blame for everything she had experienced today. Anne didn't wait for Erick. She continued to speed up her steps towards the elevator. Wearing high heels and tight dresses did not make it difficult for Anne to walk. 

When Anne entered the lobby, everyone in the place looked at her without blinking. They were hypnotized by the beauty and charm that Anne exuded. 

"Please come in, Madam. Nicholas will guide you to meet the master later on," Erick said politely as he ushered Anne into the elevator.

"Okay." 

Erick nodded his head respectfully to Anne who had just passed in front of him, got into the elevator that would take her to the rooftop of the Marks @ The Manor hotel. 

Without Anne knowing the truth, Jack had heard everything she said at the salon, because Erick had installed a tapping device in the bag she was carrying, so that whatever she said, Jack would hear it right away. And Jack could directly give orders to Erick, because Erick was also connected to Jack through the ear piece he wore. 

Anne stared at herself in the elevator without blinking. Even though she now had Christian, but her body was still the same as before. It was flawless and looked very seductive, especially now that she was wearing a dress that flattered her curves. Anne took a deep breath when she realized how tempting she looked right now. Wearing some tight black off shoulder dress, Anne felt her body shape was too exposed. Without thinking, Anne grabbed the bottom of her dress and ...

Rip ...!

To be continued