Disappointment flooded through Jenna like cold water splashed onto hot stone. Why did men always seem to think they held all the power in situations like these? It infuriated her how easily he dismissed years upon years of built-up resentment and hatred towards her entire family. But she had played this game far too often to let one setback deter her from achieving her ultimate goal. "Fine!" she snapped, rising gracefully to her feet despite the burning pain radiating throughout her body. "If you won't help yourself, I'll find someone who will! Good luck with whatever pathetic life you choose to live, Ynko Ron!" With a final venomous glare, she stormed off, leaving Ynko alone with his thoughts and unfulfilled desires.

As Jenna stalked away, her high heels clicking on the marble floor, her mind raced with frustration and disappointment. How dare he act like he was innocent in this mess? He was a Mori, born into wealth and privilege while she had worked tirelessly to claw her way to the top. And now, here she was, reduced to begging a rival company's scion for assistance. The thought made her sick to her stomach. But her pride wouldn't allow her to admit defeat. She would find another solution, another means to secure her future and that of her daughters. After all, there were plenty of other rich men willing to take advantage of an attractive woman like herself. Besides, what harm could come from accepting a harmless dinner invitation anyway? With renewed determination fueling her steps, Jenna continued along the luxurious resort grounds, searching for a quiet corner where she could gather her thoughts and plot her revenge.

"What business concern of yours is it whether I choose to associate with others?" retorted Jenna Jones| My Family Fucking Hates You, trying hard not to squirm under his unwavering gaze. Her voice trembled ever so slightly despite her best attempts at composure. In truth, she knew full well that technically speaking, as the sole inheritor of Denki Corp., Ynki Ron did hold significant power over her choices. But admitting that fact would only weaken her already shaky position within her family and society at large. No matter how tempting the prospect of finally letting go, allowing someone else to take control might be, she simply couldn't afford such recklessness. A bitter smile curved her lips. "Now, if you excuse me, Mr. Ron, I believe I see my dinner arriving. Enjoy your evening." With a final dismissive nod, she turned away from him, aware of his piercing gaze burning through her back until she rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.

Hearing Ynki Ron's command echoing in her head, Jenna Jones| My Family Fucking Hates You paused for just a moment before resuming her stroll along the pristine beach. She mentally chided herself for reacting so strongly earlier. After all, they were both grown adults who happened to share an undeniable past connection. There was no need for threats, regardless of whatever grievances still simmered beneath the surface. Determined to ignore him, she focused instead on savoring each delicate morsel of seafood served on a bed of fragrant rice. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting vibrant streaks across the horizon, casting a romantic golden light upon everything it touched. This was supposed to be her time to relax, to forget about work and familial obligations alike. Why did he insist on ruining it? But try as she might, Ynki Ron continued to intrude upon her peaceful respite. His image flashed unbidden in her mind's eye, reminding her of moments shared years ago - moments filled with passion, joy, and yes, even love. A soft sigh escaped her lips, unnoticed by anyone nearby. How could things have gone so wrong?

As soon as she heard those cold words reverberating inside her head, panic surged through Jenna Jones| My Family Fucking Hates You like a tidal wave crashing against rocks. Ynki Ron meant business, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. In one swift motion, her perfectly composed facade crumbled like a house of cards, revealing the terrified woman hiding behind layers of wealth and prestige. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she struggled to maintain her composure, refusing to let anyone witness her vulnerability. Taking several deep breaths, she forced herself to stand tall once again, shoulders back, chin raised defiantly. He may possess vast amounts of wealth and influence now, but she wasn't some helpless pawn he could easily discard. With a steely resolve firmly etched onto her features, she glared out into the distance, daring him to make another move against her. "You think yourself invincible, don't you? Well, remember this," her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "The apple does indeed fall far from the tree. And trust me, dear cousin, when I say you won't find half the cunning and ruthlessness needed to truly succeed where your father failed." Turning sharply on her heels, she marched determinedly

As the weeks passed, the situation grew increasingly dire for Jenna Jones| My Family Fucking Hates You. Her carefully crafted façade began to crack under the weight of mounting debts and dwindling assets. Once-loyal investors and partners started pulling out one by one, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone. Even her own husband, Hiro, seemed distant and disinterested, consumed by his own affairs and drinking problems. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Jenna found herself contemplating something previously unfathomable – reaching out to her arch nemesis, Ynki Ron. With pride swallowing her pride whole, she reluctantly reached out via anonymous letter, offering him a meeting at a neutral location to discuss terms of surrender. To her surprise, he agreed. On the appointed day, dressed in the most demure yet elegant attire she could muster (a conservative navy suit), she made her way to their secret rendezvous point – a secluded gazebo overlooking a serene lake. Steeling her trembling nerves, she took a seat, waiting for her archenemy to arrive.