A million thoughts ran through Javier's mind about what he wanted to do to her, but he still stopped himself the moment his hands touched her.This was not because he was a coward but because he was not as thick-skinned as Soairse.In the past, Saoirse would yell to the top of her lungs when something like that happened, “Help, someone’s trying to ra—”Thus, Javier was truly in awe of Soairse and her tactics.Saoirse reached out her hand and gently rubbed his ear before returning to her seat.As she walked, she mumbled, “I’ve always had this d*mn temper of wanting to bully those who are cheeky and sly. I just can’t seem to want to bully the honest ones. I remember I had my eyes on you a long time ago when you were absolutely unruly back at the Kerseys. My goodness, the fun I had bullying you at the time! You couldn’t even do anything to fight back.”Javier raised his hands once more to surrender. “You win. You’re the best. I won’t ever do that again. I promise I’ll behave myself
Meanwhile, Saiorse did resign very decisively.When she left, she brought her female secretary along with her. Her reasoning, however, was very simple. “I need someone to take care of my personal belongings!”However, Javier still believed that Saiorse felt comfortable with this secretary.After leaving Skyward Group’s office, Saiorse drove her Maserati Quattroporte with Javier in the passenger’s seat and left.During their journey, she asked, “You’re a boss in your own rights since you’re able to fork out $300,000,000 so easily, so why would you still have to hitch a ride? Are you not worried that you might end up embarrassing yourself in this prosperous city of Medb?”Javier chuckled and said, “What’s there to be embarrassed about? I prefer to have more depth. Those with depth will naturally be able to garner respect. On the contrary, those without depth would have to rely on these to make themselves look better!”Saiorse asked, “For example…Me?”Javier asked in return, “Do yo
Javier had to tip his hat to Saiorse. The person that she called a famous scriptwriter was…a lunatic?When he raised the question, Saiorse shook her head in response. "No, I've already told you. He's just experiencing life. He has written many famous books before."Saiorse then proceeded to give a few examples. She even took out her phone and searched through the online Encyclopaedia for his information to show Javier.Javier glanced through it and thought, 'Heavens! This fellow is amazing!'If this was back in ancient times, this man would definitely have made it as one of the literature world's big names. It was really rare to see someone willing to experience life like this. He was probably one of the rare few who would actually go to such extents in the entire world.When Saiorse added that this person had spent four to five years of his life in a mental hospital to gain experience, Javier could not help but exclaim, "Do you think he could have become mentally ill from this?"
Old Man Ackerman's sanity did not last for very long. In fact, every time he regained it, the duration would be shorter and shorter. This time, it lasted less than ten minutes. The doctor said that there was no way to treat it with regards to this. His situation could not be treated with external help or treatment. It was solely caused by Old Man Ackerman's mental block that he had inflicted upon himself. He could not bear the pain of his family’s passing, so his brain had built up a safe space within itself out of extreme self-protection—a fictional world of sorts. In that fictional world, Old Man Ackerman was the Watermelon Tree God. He could never feel any pain, and he would always be happy. The doctor said, "From our point of view, indeed, he looks pitiful. But from his point of view, he has achieved happiness. At least, he doesn't have to suffer the sorrow of his family dying anymore." Before leaving the hospital, Javier paid a substantial amount in medical fees to ensure th
Looking at Javier's familiar yet unfamiliar face, Saiorse felt a little confused. What was familiar was his appearance. Saiorse, who was only eight years older than him, had watched him grow up. He had always been a handsome one. What she was unfamiliar with was Javier's demeanor. He was no longer the little kid that she had bullied back then. Additionally, she realized that Javier's brash words earlier were not a joke. He really yearned to be in a romantic relationship with her. This flustered Saiorse. She could not help thinking that her previous actions were akin to playing with fire. Now, it was finally burning her. However, this burning sensation made her feel very confused. She did not know how to react. When it came to other men, the most she could do was admire them. Only when she was in front of Javier would she feel as though she was family. But now, he was acting this way toward her. He had even brazenly told her that he wanted to be with her! "I-I need to go to the
Lloyd's girlfriend, Carmen Benson, owned a bar that served mainly university students. Her bar could not compare to the one Javier had bought. The place did not even have a resident singer. It was more suitable to call it a leisure pub. But tonight, after dinner, the police came to seal away the pub and even hauled Carmen away. This was because there was evidence that a customer had been served fake alcohol there. The effect of the alcohol was too strong and had caused the customer's cerebrovascular vessels to explode. The customer had died in the end. Lloyd knew about this. He also knew that Carmen had not deliberately sold fake alcohol. She had been scammed. Thus he had instructed his men to quietly move the fake alcohol to Javier's bar. He anticipated there would be a few deaths over the next few days. His calculated move was perfectly executed by his men. However, Lloyd never imagined that Javier would have the fake alcohol delivered back to Carmen's pub that very night. Th
Saiorse had just returned upstairs when she saw Javier sitting by her door. She was surprised. "Why are you here?" Javier replied pitifully, “I’m poor. I can't afford to stay in a hotel. Aunt, please let me stay here tonight.” Saiorse wanted to kick Javier. He was someone who could throw around 316 million just like that, and he was now trying to cry about being poor in front of her. "Are you kidding me? Even if the hotel is on Mars, I’m pretty sure you can afford to stay there! Don't come crying to me about being poor. If you were poor, I'd already be dead from being even poorer!" Javier snickered as he stood up. As he dusted off his behind, he said, "Well, that's just an excuse. Most importantly, I've given this some serious thought. Since I've come to Medb, it would be disrespectful if I don't stay at my aunt's place. You treat me so well, so I've definitely got to give you the due respect that you deserve. "Aunt, you don't have to act so touched. We're family. It's only
After a few heated minutes, Saiorse, flushed in the face, abruptly pushed Javier. She stood up nervously and said, "I-I'm your aunt. You're crossing the line." As Saiorse mumbled shyly, she quickly grabbed the bra again and left the bathroom. Upon returning to her bedroom, she quickly locked the door behind her and sank onto the floor. She pressed her fair hands tightly against her cheeks, it felt as warm as the fire in her heart. "Saiorse, what's wrong with you? Javier is your god-sister's son. How could you let your thoughts run wild?" she chastised herself. In her heart, Saiorse repeatedly reminded herself that she could not afford to let herself go and let her imagination run wild. However, recalling the passionate kiss earlier, she felt a certain sweetness seep into her heart. She also recalled Javier's hot and firm chest that had given her a strong sense of security. Sitting by the door of her bedroom, Saiorse had no clue how to act. She felt so confused. Saiorse had
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