When the Maserati’s engine roared, Javier flung the fire extinguisher in his hand, and it landed directly on the car.The car’s front windshield was shattered to pieces with a loud “Clang”, causing Gigi to steer away from Javier. Javier could not even be bothered to step away throughout the entire ordeal. Instead, he just looked at her with his eerily cold gaze.Finally, Gigi stepped on the brakes when she saw that her car was about to slam against a wall.When she got out of the car, she charged toward Javier like a complete psycho, waving her long fingernails about like she was about to scratch him.In the meantime, her curses flew out like hot pancakes. “You f*cking beggar, how dare you f*cking destroy my car? I’m going to kill your whole f*cking family!”When she arrived before Javier, he merely raised his leg and sent Gigi rolling on the ground, shrinking like a cooked prawn. After that, Javier approached her and grabbed a lock of her hair before slamming her against Macken
Gigi only felt that Javier’s insanity knew no bounds. It was like he had a huge death wish. Furiously, she looked at Javier, and her voice shuddered a little as she said, “Sure…Sure! I’ll get down on my knees if I fail to kill you tonight!“Also, you can f*ck off trying to take advantage of me! There’s no way I’m going to let you do it!”Gigi was so angry she almost coughed up a mouthful of blood. ‘You’re trying to have your way with me? You? Not a chance!’However, Javier could not be bothered to pay her any attention. Instead, he tried to understand the rules of the gambling table. “I just got here from a village, and we usually play with very small bets. What about you guys? Are the stakes high over here?”Meanwhile, the owner of Golden Jack, Michael Hill, made his appearance. Although Michael was new to casinos, he was an expert at gambling techniques.Previously, Michael had learned a few things from his teacher, an expert at cheating. Michael was also a smart man, an activ
Gigi had been anxious about why her street-fighting champion friends were not here yet, but her attention had unknowingly shifted to the gambling table.She now cared more about the bumpkin loser’s dumb begging face when he lost the $1,500,000. She could even imagine Javier kneeling before her and pleading with her in tears and snot.The more she thought about it, the more pleased she was. Gigi reveled in her imagination as she scoffed. “Stupid beggar, I’ll watch how you die in a while!”Michael gestured to Javier at the table. “I’m the dealer. You place your bet first.”Javier made an “oh” like he had never played before, gave it a thought, and threw in all $1,500,000.Looking at the tray of casino chips shoved forward, Michael was bewildered. It was normal to go all-in in Three-Card Brag—one would not look at the cards and bet like that purely on one’s luck. However, to bet on luck with $1,500,000, was the guy…dumb?Michael was not the only one who was dumbstruck. Gigi, who wat
Gigi was panicking. She had embezzled $9,000,000 and put in $6,000,000 now. She was only left with $3,000,000. If her elder brother were to find out, he would break her legs directly.Michael was anxious as well. He had wanted to win with technique, but why the f*ck did he encounter someone who played with determination instead of technique today? No matter how skilled he was, what could he do when Javier refused to touch the cards? Technique could not fight determination at all.For his $4,500,000 laid on the table, Michael turned to Gigi and whispered harshly, “Transfer me the money!”Gigi looked troubled as she replied in an equal whisper, “I don’t have any more. I only have $3,000,000 now. I thought he was putting up an act, that $10,500,000 was about it. Who knew he’d throw in another $6,000,000? This is going over $10,000,000 now. Where would I get so much money from?”Michael wished to break Gigi over his leg more than ever like he would break a bamboo. Was she tricking him?
Javier was arrogant with a high sense of superiority. It disgruntled many people, but no one dared make a sound. Physically, they would not be able to fight him. Financially, they did not even have to think about it.Michael and Gigi had been planning to resort to violence and snag the $28,500,000 Javier had put in and the $16,500,000 they had pooled together. Unfortunately, they knew there was no hope now as they watched the street-fighting champion get knocked out so easily.Flicking the bud of his cigarette, Javier waved at Gigi. “Come, bimbo, come here.”Gigi did not like the term of address being used, but she had no right to say anything for now. Losing her spunk and fight, she went to Javier with her long legs feeling a little like jelly and nearly gave out on her body.The thuggish action and crude words embarrassed and exasperated Gigi. Despite that, this was nothing compared to the $9,000,000 she had thrown in. She begged Javier, “Javier, based on the friendship between y
Leaving the casino, Javier went to the car with Mackenzie. The moment Javier opened the door, Gigi rushed up furiously like a frenzied b*tch.Javier scoffed at the sight of the disheveled Gigi. “What? Learned a new skill? Becoming a sticky chewing gum now?”Gigi stayed in the seat and shouted, “I don’t care. The money’s mine. You have to return it to me!”“Tch, tch. Not bad, huh? You’re getting cranky with me now?”Javier went to the trunk and pulled the side panel open to retrieve the car jack. Going back to the car, he gestured for Mackenzie to drive and told Gigi, “Okay, since you want to play, we’ll play something exciting tonight. You sit on the car jack, and I’ll make you have fun.”Gigi was terrified. She had been under the impression Javier would not hurt her since their grandfathers knew each other, but she realized her grandfather was nothing in Javier’s eyes. There was no favor to be done.She wanted to jump out of the car because Javier was already installing the jack
Zeke refused to give up. He wanted to find Javier’s bank account number from Gigi’s transaction record and pull some strings to check Javier’s phone number through the bank card, then contact Zephiel. But when he inquired about Gigi’s transaction record, he realized that the card number was not displayed.It was obviously not the bank’s mistake. Zeke had heard before that as long as the client’s profile was high enough, the bank would take the initiative to conceal their information. This also meant that Javier was that high-profile person Zeke had heard about.It would have been an easy way out, but it was brutally cut because of Gigi’s audacity and haughtiness…At the same time, Javier arrived at the hotel with Zephiel.“I’ve already helped teach Gigi Snowden a lesson for your old-time buddy. Aren’t you going to help him through his current plight?”Zephiel waved his hands at that. “It’s not a life and death situation. It’s just whether he’s having bread or cake. He can resolve
Of course, Javier was only messing with Luca. There was no way he would be serious with him over something so trivial.Speeding away, they finally arrived at Easton Group’s headquarters.Luca was mumbling away downstairs as though he wanted to say something. Javier was able to see through all of his thoughts with a single glance. “Since it’s not going to be convenient for you to talk to your father, forget it. All you have to do is convey a message to me. It doesn’t matter whether he decides to meet me or not. The Panganis’ future solely depends on your family’s capabilities, nothing else.”Luca did indeed want Javier to meet his father since the latter had instructed over and over again that he wanted to meet Javier should the opportunity arise.However, now that Javier had said this, Luca could not muster up the courage to say anything further.Javier said, “This is a good thing. Otherwise, how are you going to be able to communicate with me if your old man treats me politely?
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed