"A child surprise..."Quinna repeated, and her face flushed instantly."We’re not talking about this. I'm leaving. Goodbye!"Quinna grabbed her purse and was ready to leave. Javier quickly got up and ran after her.He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "Come on, you’re a Vice GM, and this is your turf. You should pay for dinner."Quinna was rendered speechless. She did not understand why Javier would ask her to pay for the meal.Still, it did not bother her. A few tens of dollars was not a big deal for the Vice GM of the Heisenberg Group.After Quinna settled the bill, they left the restaurant. Javier had his hand around Quinna’s waist until they got into the car.After getting into the driver's seat, Javier said to Quinna, "Quinna, I think you're going to be my woman tonight."Quinna was a grown woman and obviously knew what Javier meant when he said that she would be his woman.She replied sternly, "No way. That’s absolutely impossible. Don't even think about it."Jav
If it weren't for their uniform, the two policemen would never have had a chance to grab hold of Javier's arm.He was extremely curious to find out why on earth the police would detain him.Could it be about Saul Smith’s gun attack?That would be impossible. Javier wouldn’t just have had his arms twisted and pinned down if that were the case. Instead, the police would have held a gun to him against the wall. After all, he had a submachine gun in the video. The police would not let their men risk their lives like that.Shortly after, the hotel employee said, "Yes, that’s him. I saw how unwilling the woman was. He forced her into the hotel. He must’ve wanted to force her into sleeping with him!"The employee quickly went to Quinna and stood right in front of her. "Miss, don't be afraid. The police are going to protect you. You don't have to thank me either, it’s my duty as a hotel employee. I will never let anything happen to you at our hotel!"The hotel employee sounded stern and
Sven was still a professional, so he did not sneak off during the press conference.When the press conference finally ended, he declined the organizer's invitation to lunch and finally went to the car manufacturing plant.He needed to look at the car’s interior to understand each part in detail and the rationality of the configuration.Nevertheless, he was a professional racer. To put it simply, if he was given a bunch of auto parts, he would be able to make a car all by himself.Therefore, seeing the assembly process of the Chinean would help him better understand the car.When Sven saw the fully automated production workshop with his own eyes, he was blown away."As far as I know, only big brands in Chinea would use fully automated production lines in order to ensure the quality of assembly."Everything was automated, including painting, installation, and so on. There was no need for manual labor at all, and that meant precision.Although manual labor may still be precise, th
According to a hobbyist survey, a regular small aircraft, one that was four to five tons in weight, flew up to 200-300 kilometers per hour, while a large aircraft that was eight to nine tons in weight would fly over 400 kilometers per hour.Based on that, what Javier said about “making you fly” absolutely did not mean 200-300 kilometers per hour because that would be too mediocre. Many luxury cars could have done it, what was more Ferrari or Lamborghini sports cars and whatnot.Sports cars that exceeded 400 kilometers per hour were rare even though they existed.Javier actually wanted to customize a hydrogen vehicle like this for Sven. It thrilled the latter. Aside from being thrilled, he mentioned things to watch out for in tuning a race car to Javier, only to discover later that the man seemed to know as much as he did and had even dished out fresh perspectives in certain aspects.Broad horizons were something Sven had never had. He was surprised to find that Javier knew about ra
Javier was discussing the date and time to market Chinean with Quinna in the office on this fateful day when Quinna’s secretary barged in without knocking, looking frantic.By right, the secretary had been working with her for some years now, and she should not have acted in such panic, but what she said later surprised even Quinna.“Miss Aurum, this is serious. People from the FIA are here, and Samere McCann has come personally.”The FIA’s full name was Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile. It was not a national organization or an assigned United Nations (UN) organization. It was just an association that automobile companies in the world had gotten together to form. It was said that it took inspiration from the UN for everyone to discuss the direction of automobile development together.As for Samere McCann, he was the president of the FIA.Javier had heard of this man. He was a bigshot in the automobile industry too. Other than having a proprietary supercar brand, he had in
Samere was in his sixties. His hair was snow-white, so he was also called White Old Boy in the industry. White Old Boy looked a little like a hawk, so there were also people teasing that the white eagle on Sammius’ military flag was actually the White Old Boy.Whether it was the while eagle or the White Old Boy, Samere’s domineering sense and shamelessness were tinged with a certain nation’s character.Quinna wanted to retort after what Samere said, but Javier stopped her.“I’m Reivaj Group’s chairman, possessing 70% of the Chinean brand’s profit and 100% rights to its technology. You guys don’t have to talk to others or threaten Heisenberg. Talk to me if you have anything to say.“But sorry to tell you that I do not wish to talk to you because I don’t like you. I’m nauseated once I see all of you, so that’s all for talking.“If you want to continue pressuring Heisenberg, feel free. I can cut myself off Heisenberg and take the brand Chinean off from the group. I’ll run it independ
The country Chinean was not what it once used to be. For some time in the past, Chinean had emphasized growing its economy, wanting to strengthen itself by developing more wealth. Things were different now. Chinean had become a powerful player in Asia and needed simultaneous economic and military progress.Why would it still want to make progress if it faced oppression and kept its head low right now?With this powerful backing behind him, Javier’s mind settled. When he returned to the room, he pulled Walt and Quinna to let them know there was no need to keep talking.Walt asked softly, “Why?”Quinna looked curious as well, not understanding where Javier’s confidence came from.The man told both of them in a bare whisper, “Liam Jepson and his team are now protected by the police.”Intelligent as Walt and Quinna were, they understood the cause and reason of it swiftly. It was obviously not an individual who could deploy the police, and it was clear who the agency was. It was no
The fact that Samere passed out in fear had become a joke. He had been quite the bluster just now, pompous and victorious, and going on about the 11 aircraft carriers and whatnot—only for him to lay dead right now, unconscious on the floor like a dead dog.The six corpses of the bodyguards were taken away by the police after the report was made, while no one knew where Javier, Herschel, and the other two men were. The police stated that they were brought away to assist in the investigation, but anyone who was there was prohibited from disclosing the incident.As for why, no one knew. Moreover, those who came were not regular police officers. They looked to be armed.When Samere woke up, he was quite high-handed, announcing that he wanted to notify the embassy and claiming that it was a planned murder, but the leading police officer replied, “Ah, you’ve woken up early. Otherwise, I’d have thought that you’re the seventh corpse and cremated you.”Domineering! It did not sound like
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