Since beating up Gigi in the nightclub on that fateful night, Javier had decided to never cross paths with her ever again. Of course, he’d had to break that promise to himself when Running Man and Gran Turismo Racer had tailed him, as he had met the young woman by happenstance and borrowed her Maserati.Even then, Javier had had no intention of meeting Gigi ever again. That was why when she’d asked him for his contact details, he had declined without any hesitation. A woman who did not even have stark feminine features would make him lose interest immediately. Besides, the way Gigi had carried herself the first time he had met her had all but ensured she would never feel him up.Nevertheless, Javier got to his feet and looked over the fence before casting his eyes down on the dance floor. There, raving with her hair wildly swinging and thrashing in the middle of the crowd, was Gigi Snowden, who appeared strangely possessed.She was feral, and her figure-hugging t-shirt had already b
Javier let Jean-Eric go without teaching him a lesson. After all, he did not need to.Those trust fund kids Jean-Eric had conned would rise to the occasion nicely. Oh, they would give him the lesson of his life, alright.Gigi managed to recover from her one-punch knockout too. Seeing Javier immediately made her feel panic mixed with an undercurrent of embarrassment, and suddenly, she was not sure how to act at all. She had only said yes to Jean-Eric’s offer to take the pink pill “to chill” because of the mounting pressure she had been feeling in her life lately.“I didn’t know it was a hard drug…Honest! I was just…I just really needed to relax. I didn’t mean to—”Javier waved and cut her explanation short. Not interested, and not necessary. “Even if you knew it was a hard drug and took it anyway, it wouldn’t bother me. You can die for all I care. All I’m asking is that you don’t die in my bar. That would be the nicest thing you could do for me.”Gigi felt even more embarrassed a
Javier’s phone never did ring. He thought Saoirse would call, but she never did.Of course, he was not so hubristic as to think he was an omnipotent god who could control what everyone thought. When he realized he had predicted her behavior wrong, he shrugged it off and stayed in a hotel nearby.He took a shower, read the script again, and went to sleep.Meanwhile, Saoirse was rolling in her bed, feeling distressed. She forgot how many times she picked up her phone and put it back down. She never mustered enough courage to go through with it and call him.The next day at noon, Javier woke up. After washing up, he called Mr. Gander, thinking he could send his script over to the man if he were at home. To his surprise, the director was staying in a hotel instead.Javier went to the address and found the hotel. Mr. Gander was resting in bed, his housekeeper standing by to serve him. “What happened, Mr. Gander? Why are you here?”Javier wondered if the older man had realized Javier h
The car zipped through the asphalt, the driver and passenger occasionally engaging in light, but no less sensual, teasing. Nothing serious came out of it, though—certainly not any passionate grinding.The drive from Medb to Ferris Sky was not a long one, but locating Cillian’s house took a lot more time than one would expect. Before standing before his entrance, Javier could not believe why a renowned artistic virtuoso like Cillian Nolan would live in that modest neighborhood built about a decade ago. It was such a run-of-the-mill place that there was virtually nothing too different from a normal person’s residence.When they had to stop and ask a few senior citizens hanging out at the lobby to double-confirm Cillian’s address, the crowd answered in a tone not unlike that of a person talking about their common neighbor.As Javier climbed the stairs with Dana, he could not resist asking, “Mr. Nolan has earned quite the fortune…right?”Dana thought for a moment. “Well, he’s doing pre
Javier was honestly worried about Cillian’s health. He could try to get the Osborn anytime, but Cillian would be gone for good if he died. Nevertheless, Cillian begged to differ.“I don’t care about this at all. I’ll have to die sooner or later, so dragging my life out for a few more years will make no difference. This is the only dream I have left in my life now. Since heaven made it happen, this is like fulfilling my dream for me. I have to grab onto this chance. There’s no way I’ll let it go.“So consider this a plea. I don’t need to be paid. I could even pay to join the shooting. Give the script to me. Let me act in this movie, okay?”Javier had no way of describing his internal turmoil. He truly had mixed feelings right now. He had complicated emotions, as he wanted to fulfill Cillian’s wish but he had to be held accountable for the latter’s life. Besides, he was not Cillian’s son—he could not make such a decision on his behalf.He was sad. This had originally been quite the h
Lloyd had not wanted to attend the press conference but he came after mulling it over. The reason was none other than his wish to show up in front of the cameras and relay a message to Javier: Perhaps Javier could squash him easily on many levels, but Lloyd still had the final say in show business!Representing his company, Lloyd picked up the pen to sign his name on the contract while the four popular celebrities signed theirs respectively. From then on, their management company would be working under Lloyd’s media company.After a round of applause and cheers, the four popular celebrities went up on stage to perform respectively, singing and dancing. Although they did a bad job at both, everything else was fine. That did not stop the atmosphere from being merry.Chad opened a folder to retrieve some documents and got up with the intention of making the press conference merrier, but Javier stopped him. While Chad was confused, Javier took the documents from him and got up to look a
Lloyd did not want his years of effort to be gone just like this, but he could guess that Javier had a lot of money and tactics to knock him down and drag him into Reivaj Media like a dead dog. Therefore, Lloyd, who did not want his company to be acquired yet and was unable to resist it, chose to drag it out.Javier was not in a hurry either, as his current priority was shooting the film smoothly and sending it to the Osborn Awards.Luckily, things went smoothly after that. The medical team came and joined the production team to keep Cillian’s treatment going. Mr. Gander kept his eyes on the production team as well, fighting on the frontline with everyone else.With Lloyd’s cooperation, the shooting venue and resources were obtained without much effort. When the publicity department went all out, all the relevant bureaucratic departments took notice of this film, which wanted no entertainment value or money but to win an Osborn, and gave the green light, showing their support after
Jade had been so distracted recently that she was not even as invested in her work anymore. Even though she was still busy all day long, she didn't even know what she was so busy doing.Javier had not called her for three consecutive days. She had received a call a day previously, so this unsettled her, as she wondered if her husband, who rarely settled, was thoroughly captivated by some vixen and had long forgotten about her.While she thought about it, there was a knock on her door. Jade quickly tucked her thoughts away and smoothed her hair before saying, “Come in.”She lowered her head and signed a document with a pen, asking without looking up, “Yes?”There was no reply. Instead, the newcomer walked closer to her directly.Jade frowned, wanting to see who was brazen enough to barge in and walk all the way up to her without saying a word, but her cherry lips were kissed once she looked up. She panicked immediately and grabbed her pen to attack the person.She did not care who
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