Before Javier left work in the evening, he managed to get Graham's address. After leaving the restaurant, he took a taxi and headed over.The neighborhood where Graham lived looked quite old. It had rough gravel concrete walls, run-down storefronts, potholes, and piles of trash.People who could afford it had all moved out. Those who stayed were either the elderly, poor families waiting for the place to be demolished or tenants. Graham Rowland fell into the last category.When Graham opened the door and saw Javier, he frowned. "What are you doing here?"Javier put all his fingers up and said, "Iâm a guest, and I came empty-handed. Arenât you going to let me in?"Graham was rendered speechless. He had no choice but to turn around and go back into the house. If Javier had come bearing gifts, he wouldn't have let him in.He refused to accept any gifts when he was the factory manager. Obviously, he would never do it now either.Javier realized that Graham's house was indeed quite si
Noah felt extremely helpless. He came from a poor family, but it did not demoralize life for him. Instead, he was hoping to find a way out by studying.When his father held his head high despite being oppressed over and over again, it gave him a solid and righteous outlook on life.Therefore, he had always been more mature than his peers, both in studies and in life.He tried to persuade his peers, but no one paid him any attention. On the contrary, they became even wilder. They would disturb the other students while they studied, so he had gone to see the teacher out of desperation.However, he did not expect to meet a group of his classmates seeking revenge when he was on his way home from school.After trying his best to advise his classmates, they said to him, "Way out? We don't need to find a way out. We can just pay our way into a university and get a degree. By the time we enter the factory, our parents will have plans for us."When the time comes, weâll still be at the sa
"Remember the looks on their faces. That's the biggest difference between you and them."You have it in you. Youâll never have to bow down to anyone or anything. When I threw the cell phones, you gave me your word that youâd pay me back someday. That right there is confidence. You believe that youâll be able to make the money to pay for those phones through hard work."But they don't. All they do is bow down to anyone and anything because thatâs the only thing they know how to do. The phone, for instance. The only way for them to get it is by fighting their way into a smelly drain. Theyâre not going to have much of a future."Javier gave Noah a pat on his shoulder. "Work hard. I know youâre going to have a bright future!"Javier gave him two more pats before he hailed a taxi and left.When Noah snapped out of his daze, Javier had already left, and he had no way of returning the phone in his hand.He turned around to look at his classmates that were in the smelly drain. They were
In the next two days, Javier had the chance to see various pieces of production equipment and assembly lines with Grahamâs help. He even had the opportunity to look at the production line of the Audi facility plant next door.Graham used to be a factory manager, so even though he was not good at interpersonal relationships, many of the workers that he used to lead were good at it. Many of them were doing well.Although it was unlikely for him to get a promotion, it certainly wouldnât be a problem for him just to visit and look around.That day, when Graham was showing Javier around during his free time, he bumped into the leader of his company.His heart skipped a beat because they were not at the production line of their own factory, and the leader knew him.He was flustered. The most beautiful and youngest Vice GM in the group, Quinna Aurum, suddenly said, "Why are you here!?"She could not hide the shock on her delicate face.Graham said awkwardly, "Miss Aurum, Iâ"Before Gr
Javier clearly knew what Quinna was talking about. He answered in a solemn tone, "If you really want to know, buy me dinner tonight. I'll tell you if you take me out to dinner."Quinna had completely given up. She had never met anyone as brazen as Javier. She did not know how to deal with a rogue like him.She stopped asking. After putting out the cigarette, she got up and went to open the door of the guest lounge to send him off.As she was walking past Javier, she accidentally tripped over a chair. She lost her balance and fell forward.She was about to hit the floor when Javier quickly got up and grabbed her from behind.Quinna felt extremely embarrassed and was paralyzed with shame.She had had a few relationships over the years, but she would never let any man touch her body because she was so beautiful. She did not know if those men truly liked her or just liked her face and body.Who would have thought that Javier would have his hands on her? It happened in such a magical
Graham began mulling after Javier left. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Javier and Quinna must have known each other. It was not as simple as they seemed on the outside. If they had met before outside, why did they have to talk in the office? There was obviously something they did not want outsiders eavesdropping on them.Regardless, Graham thought that it was a good thing. Javier knowing Quinna only affirmed his decision of trusting Javier was correct. As he contemplated, he thought that he could provide his wife the treatment needed to fully heal her when he got promoted as the head of the factory, and his salary would increase in the future.It was then his wife called him. âDear, someone came and sent us 30 thousand dollars, saying that Mr. Kersey sent him for it and that itâs for my surgery. I didnât dare accept the money, but the man left after leaving the money and wishing me a smooth recovery.âWhoâsâĶMr. Kersey?âGraham was moved. Who else could Mr. Kers
Javier met Trevor at the hotel they had agreed on after work at night. While they had dinner, Trevor reported the recent work status and told Javier, âThe man wants to talk to you face to face tonight. Iâm guessing that there's an 80% chance of success, or else he wouldnât have asked to meet.âJavier nodded and agreed easily. After all, he was the actual boss. He would have to show up to make decisions.After dinner, Javier had wanted to visit a gift shop to buy some health supplements or care package for Trevorâs ex-chairman. It did not matter what the gift was, it was the gesture.Trevor rejected, however. âHe doesnât accept gifts. He wouldnât even agree to have a meal together tonight when I invited him.âNo wonder. Javier had been complaining inwardly that Trevor was too pedantic and tactless that he did not know to ask the man out to a meal for the negotiation. It now seemed that he had misplaced the blame on Trevor. It was the old man who was too upright.It was not a bad th
Simon was happy. He had been under the impression that Javier was here to make money, but it was obviously not the case now. No profit maker would speak like that. Only people who wholeheartedly wanted to manufacture good cars talked like this.Hence, he was currently overjoyed despite being bombarded and berated just now.Simon headed inside the complex, pulling Javier along and ignoring Trevor. The latter was flummoxed, not expecting the superior he had had to act cautiously and reverently around to be lambasted by Javier. More importantly, Javier became the good guy even then. Yet, an obedient guy like him was ignored. It exasperated him.Nevertheless, Javier's words made blood rush within him and energized him so much that he felt proud of being a Chinean car manufacturer. It felt like the car was already made.Watching Javierâs retreating back, Trevor felt that working for such a fantastic boss was motivating. It was like he had boundless energy that he did not mind even if he
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 âmanâ in the word âwomanââin that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greeneâs apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three daysâ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Thenââbecause I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,â according to Bernadettaâshe amended the peace offer, changing the three daysâ free meals toâĶa weekâs worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. âI canât 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 ladyâs lawn. âItâs him, officers! Itâs all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! Heâs the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!âShe turned and trained her finger on Javier. âYou vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!ââBack at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!â 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. âOh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greeneâs bra because he isâĶthe Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!â 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! âWhat kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!â Javier wondered to himself aloud. âWas 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?âBaffled 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. âHush, itâs alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet andâĶâ 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 himâand for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latterâs electric scooter was. While
A resentful wailâinterspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangledâwas 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 âhell, naw!â, Florence dove into Javierâs 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 âhelp-me!â sort of way. She was soft and suppleâdamn, 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: âJust you f*cking wait, hooman!ââWait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?â 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 womanâs sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. âI mean, I donât object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, butâĶâ She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where theyâd be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadettaâs 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.âItâs so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?â he moaned. âIâm sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. Youâre a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? Iâm sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dogâs welfare to think things through. She didnât mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensembleâblack 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, âYou brought all the stuff I told you to?ââYo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. Iâve got all the preparations down pat. You can check âem if you donât trust me,â Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. âSee? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.âAfter a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. âBoss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that youâre gonna call me âbossâ while youâre there?âJavier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javierâs suspicion turned to Constance Hellmanâs white Pomeranian. He turned to the directorâs office and met the dogâs 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 fangsâbeaming as smugly as a teacherâs pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the bossâs favoriteâmade it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javierâs gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, âIâm just your average dog! Nothing to see here!âAnd then it feignedâyes, feignedâa yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. âWhat. The. Actual. F*ck?!â Javier thundered in his mind. âB*tchâs a natural actress! Whatâs it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?âIn combination with Russellâs report, the incident inside the directorâs of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.âOh, baby, whatâs the matter? Did you hurt your leg?âThe white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constanceâs concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. âMr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I canât help doubting your motive now.âIâm skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when youâd even hit a cute dog!âJavier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, âMadam Hellman, I didnât do anything!âConstance asked angrily, âYou didnât do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!âJavier was in distress as well. âHow 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