Quinna wore a pair of suit pants and a blouse when she came out of the room. The only thing on her that did not change was the black-framed glasses that reflected a feminine charm.“Dad, we’ll go talk in the study.”Quinna took Javier to the study after informing Simon, and the server, Trevor, was finally qualified to sit down. What a way of becoming a guest.Quinna closed the door of the study once they got in and frantically opened the window.“Look at how anxious you are. I’d have thought you’d jump off the building if there wasn't an anti-theft window outside.”That made Quinna glare at Javier directly. She even robbed him, asking him for cigarettes.“My dad doesn’t allow me to smoke. Since you’re here tonight, I’ll just say that you’re the one who smoked. You’ve got to be my scapegoat.”Javier was rendered speechless. His cigarettes were robbed, and he had to become a scapegoat.After the two of them lit up a cigarette each, Quinna enjoyed her puffs of smoke, looking like
Quinna did not say more on the matter of 30% of profit sharing. Her soft protest meant that she was not confident because she knew that others would have been more than happy to oblige with the 30% of profit sharing if Javier went to them with his car.It was not little at all as hydrogen-fueled vehicles did not need the market evaluable and professional assessment. It was convenient and thrifty. The biggest strength was that the battery would not have to be changed in six years compared to regular vehicles.Changing the battery would have taken thousands of dollars, and that was the biggest issue with using regular electric vehicles, but that was not required for hydrogen-fueled vehicles. Frankly, its battery storage was a sealed container that was temperature resistant.The biggest possibility was that there would be a leak, but that was fine. Hydrogen would evaporate swiftly, and an electric welder would repair it.This meant that a hydrogen-fueled car owned three popular factor
Saorise had not spoken empty words and had actually arrived. She was recently working on a new movie, and the party she would be collaborating with was within the area. Coincidentally, Javier was there as well, which was why she had flown over.As for whether Saoirse had flown because of her movie discussion or Javier…It was probably an obvious answer. However, there was one thing Javier was very sure of…He could not go all night that day. After around half an hour later, Saoirse, who had just gotten off the plane and was covered in dust, hurried to the hotel Javier was staying at.The moment she entered, Javier carried her in his arms all the way to the large bed.It was around an hour later by the time they were done.At the time, Javier was feeling refreshed and satisfied, both physically and mentally.“Javier, I don’t want you to call me your aunt from now on. I don’t want to sound so old.”With Saoirse’s gentle voice ringing by his ear, Javier asked, “What do you want
Javier rushed to the factory early the next morning. However, it was not just because he had to go to work but because he wanted to wait for Quinna’s news.‘Quinna said that she’s going to report it to the chairman today last night, but it’s already 10:00 a.m. now, so why hasn’t she said anything yet?’Javier knew that he should not feel rushed about the situation. Instead, he should calm down and wait for her, which he had, in fact, done so. However, he could not help but still feel slightly anxious.Actually, Javier was not the only one feeling anxious at the time. Quinna was as well. She had already arrived at the company early that morning.After meeting up with the chairman, she explained the hydrogen fuel propulsion system to him.Walt Schrader, the chairman, was especially excited. As a veteran in the automobile industry, it was only natural that he knew what the introduction of the hydrogen fuel propulsion system meant and what impact it would bring to the market. Howe
Jesse was very domineering at that moment.Walt had already taken the initiative to declare they were going to discuss the hydrogen fuel propulsion system, yet the deputy general manager ended up saying that he disagreed, even going as far to say that the discussion was over. So, who was actually the chairman of that company?This proved that Jesse really was bold enough to do whatever he wanted, however disrespectful it was. Most importantly, he was only a deputy general manager. After that, the other upper management each gave their own opinions, but all of them revolved around Jesse. Although they had not been as direct as Jesse, they indirectly expressed their objection, which was still a no-go at the end of the day. In the end, half of them remained silent, while the other half disagreed with the proposal. Walt said that the proposal was decent, and Quinna stood her ground as well, but they still could not defeat Jesse, who seemed to have the mass on his side.In the
The person watching them was not a bystander but the member from the supervisingdepartment that had “found the truth of the situation” yesterday.He had casually found a table with his lunch that afternoon before he ate while chatting with his tablemates.However, just as he had been happily eating away, he raised his head and coincidentally saw Quinna and Javier chatting away in private.This was a huge discovery! He had suspected Quinna was wearing Javier’s shirt yesterday, and now they were sitting at the same table and chatting away in private, which proved that whatever he thought was the truth.‘Oh no, oh no, oh no! I’ve ended up invading Miss Aurum’s privacy again! She’s not going to reprimand me for this, is she?’The guy was mumbling inside, wondering how he could be so unlucky to have run into Quinna’s private matters twice in a row.Coincidentally, Quinna had raised her head to look at him at that very moment, causing him to immediately pretend to have seen nothing an
Seeing that Javier had put down his utensils and was about to leave, Quinna hurriedly called out to him the moment she recalled Javier saying he would not return to the factory anymore.“Wait! You can’t leave! Absolutely not!”Javier was slightly startled. “Why not? Do you businessmen resort to restricting a person’s freedom?”Quinna did not want to explain herself, but she knew she would not be able to make him stay if she hadn’t. Thus, Quinna told him about what had happened the previous day without a choice.“He has already misunderstood that you and I are in some sort of relationship, so wouldn’t it seem like I’m trying to hide something if you leave? I won’t be able to explain myself at that point, so how am I supposed to carry on staying here in the company if word of this spreads?”Javier then understood why Quinna had kicked him out of the blue at that moment. He then sat down and looked at Quinna’s reddened and rather seductive cheeks.“But what does that have to do with
Alexis was really impudent. Javier did not even know where he had gotten his confidence from.Tiger across from him was walking over with his men, obviously looking for a fight without a care about 150 dollars. Javier was not about to play nice either, thinking to subdue these pieces of trash first.Just as they were about to make a move, Graham rushed forward to stop Tiger and his men and told Alexis, “What are you trying to do? You went against the rules by smoking and fighting in the workshop. Those are enough to get you fired!”“Fire me?” Alexis snorted in amusement. “You’re thinking about firing me and threatening me with the rules? Graham, oh Graham, you’re so interesting. Did you think I’d take a threat?“Fire me? I’ll tell you now, I quit! I’m f*cking rich now!”Alexis then accessed his phone and showed his bank account balance to Graham and everyone around them.“See? I’m rich! I have 80 thousand dollars. I won 80 thousand dollars from the lottery.“You poor *sses can s
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