"My move to Prospectus Technology was also a corporate transfer. Don't make an effort to shift over," I said.

"Then you can go," he scolded.

His so-called rational tone was making me chuckle into my mouth. "I'm not going. If you're so worried about me and your uncle, why don't you strap a surveillance camera on me?"

That was the end of that conversation. If Jack actually charged into Prospectus Technology, he would only be embarrassing himself and could even insult Lyon, which would be counterproductive.

In the vehicle, Jack gripped his phone hard, his eyes as cold as ice. He had given me a warning, and now I stupidly...