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MARCH 2023, MONDAY: FOEDUS INITIATIONEvery day in March marks the initiation at Foedus Corporation, so Beckett is now preparing his belongings to go to Agrianthropos. His clothes were enough to last for a month. As long as he's in the initiation, he won't leave.It's not like he wanted to wander around with his back hurting from the lashes, though. The last time, Beckett checked if he had everything he needed before leaving. It's difficult. He has waited for this day for so long, and it can't afford to go wrong. Nathan was depending on him, too."All set," Beckett said to himself before placing the brown envelope inside his suitcase. It consists of some documents and files containing his assets and bank books. Before entering Foedus, one needs to show a net worth of one billion dollars and pay a membership fee of one hundred million pesos.Money is not a problem for Beckett. He earned a lot from modeling and especially from selling drugs. He now sees the fruition of his hard work as
"Jeremy," Beckett called out, furrowing his brow. "What are you doing here? How did they capture you?" he added, but the man remained silent. He just kept his head down and ignored him.Beckett surveyed Jeremy's appearance. He looked drained and exhausted. It seemed like he hadn't had proper sleep or food, and his body was visibly shaking."What the hell?" Beckett's frown deepened as he looked at Jeremy."Hey. Don't take it the wrong way," Jeru said with raised hands and a grin. "His body isn't trembling because he's afraid of what we did. It's because of the sedative they injected him with. Who knew he was into drugs too? That's the effect.""He's not using drugs," Beckett insisted. "He's one of my most trusted scientists, and he was the one modifying and formulating the different kinds of drugs I make, but he never tasted it.""Hmmm. If that's what you want to believe." Jeru shrugged, laughing. "But here's a piece of advice, Beck. Don't easily trust anyone, especially those you have
In an instant, Beckett grabbed Jeremy by the hair before repeatedly slamming the man's head onto the floor. The sound of Jeremy's bones cracking echoed in the area, but it wasn't enough to stop him."You will fucking die in my own hands, and even in the afterlife, you will regret who you messed up with," Beckett gritted his teeth, continuously pounding Jeremy's head onto the floor."You're all talk... Do those... things you're saying..." Jeremy forced a laugh to taunt Beckett despite the difficulty he was experiencing. "You will be a killer... like your parents' murderer—"Jeremy didn't finish what he was saying as Beckett suddenly punched him in the throat, causing him to cough up blood and struggle to breathe. Beckett panicked as he saw the blood, but his rage overwhelmed his fear.Beckett proceeded to crack Jeremy's arms and legs, something he never thought he was capable of doing. He had never been brutal to others before, thinking he couldn't do it. He had a deep fear of blood, a
"BECKETT CLAINFER’S popularity reached a new peak again, winning another award from America for his breathtaking photoshoot in California!""Due to recent events, Beckett only further proved why he is one of the best and most famous models in the country! He truly lived up to the title 'Nation’s Perfect Guy!'"Before the reporter could speak again, Vivianne turned off the TV. She was working on documents in her office when she felt a sense of unease, so she decided to open the TV for a distraction. However, she didn't expect that the news would still be all about Beckett."It has been a while since he returned to the showbiz industry. Don't they have other news?" Vivianne muttered in frustration before sighing. "This is making it even harder for me to concentrate."She sighed while looking at the documents she was handling. They were all transactions she needed to deal with regarding the Allamino Mafia. She never wanted this, but if she wanted to protect her loved ones, she had to do
"WITH Beckett Clainfer again?" Joan repeated, blinking several times in surprise. "You had his name blocked from the newsletters earlier, and I've already done that. Why are you scheduling an appointment with him now?" "And since when do you have the right to question everything I ask you to do?" Vivianne retorted, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Just because you're Alfred's favorite doesn't mean you can act this way towards me. Perhaps you forget, I am still his daughter—the heir to the company you work for." Joan fell silent. She felt irritated by Vivianne's words, but she knew they were true. No matter what she did, she would always remain an employee. "I'm sorry, Ma'am Vivianne," she just apologized. Vivianne rolled her eyes and sighed. Even though Joan couldn't see her, she knew it was what her boss did. "Do it as soon as possible. I need to talk to him as soon as possible." "Okay, Ma'am Vivianne." "And make sure Alfred doesn't find out about this. Remember, if he finds out
MEANWHILE, Vivianne went to the Allamino Mansion. As soon as she entered the living room, Alfred was already there on the sofa, reading the newspaper and seemingly waiting for her arrival. "You knew I was coming, didn't you? Did that wench Joan report to you again?" Vivianne said before sitting on the couch across from Alfred. "She's a more decent conversationalist than you, so don't talk to her like that," her father reprimanded. "If only she were my only child, everything wouldn't be this difficult for me," he added. Vivianne rolled her eyes. "Then give her the company and the mafia. Do you think I'm chasing after your wealth acquired through evil deeds?" "It's wealth acquired through evil deeds, but you and your mother are also using it, Vivianne," Alfred replied. His voice was deep and menacing. "If it weren't for this money, do you think you could afford Ella's medical expenses? Even if you cried blood, you wouldn't be able to gather the amount needed to keep her body function
There is no use crying over spilled milk. That's what Vivianne kept repeating in her mind as she struggled to find a solution to the problem at hand. The situation isn't improving. The client is not even entertaining them, and Alfred's disappointment in her grows. This is further fueled by Joan's prodding of her father about Vivianne's ability to manage the Mafia. Alfred is repeatedly urged by Joan that Vivianne might need assistance in management, and Vivianne knows she'll recommend herself when her father agrees. “No need. My daughter needs to handle this alone, or else, she will rely on someone every time she faces problems. Just focus on your work and obey Vivianne's instructions,” her father said as he walked, checking other operations inside the warehouse. Vivianne grinned from behind her father after hearing his words. Joan glanced at her. Vivianne almost burst into laughter seeing her sullen face, but she managed to restrain herself. “Oh, did you hear that, Joan? Just fol
"Ma'am Fiona..." Vivianne called out softly to her former colleague. She didn't know what to say afterward. Even though Fiona never explicitly said it, she knew Fiona had never liked her from the beginning. Maybe because she knew what Vivianne was capable of... that she would eventually hurt Beckett when the time came. ‘If she's angry with me, there's nothing I can do about it,’ Vivianne consoled herself. She knew she didn't belong in the Syneverse from the start.But she didn't expect what happened next. Fiona quickly embraced her tightly. Vivianne's eyes widened and she couldn't move immediately. "M-Ma'am Fiona?""I don't know what happened between you and Beckett, and I don't want to ask either. I know he wants to go through things on his own..." Fiona said. There was sadness in her tone. "But do you know how chaotic Beckett's life became when you left?"Vivianne wasn't even surprised to hear that. She could feel Beckett's love. He was ready to give up everything for her, and tha