Mei’s insistence to refer to Javier as Master stumped him into saying nothing more. He understood Mei’s good intentions, and since he himself was not the type to be fixated on forms and formalities, he let it slide.Mei’s ascension to her new position went swimmingly. With the Kerseys backing her and the defeat of Xion and his faction, even those who were bitter and resentful of the change dared not object. It was as Javier had told them—they were welcome to begrudge the change and be embittered, but they better not show it unless they wanted to die.He was obviously threatening them. He was also gleefully humiliating them, forcing these people to stomach their fury as though they were little more than a group of milquetoasts. Despite being brazenly humiliated by Javier, they could only answer affirmatively and obey him.It was intimidation at its finest. The fact that the Whites had not retaliated against the Kerseys, who had moved against them, was not lost on the dissenters. If a
It had been one year. One full year had passed.One year ago, Javier had still been a poor, pathetic man who used to deliver takeout, but one year later, on his birthday alone, countless car company bosses had come to congratulate him.Javier felt bad. “Folks, this is too much for me. I’ve done nothing, but all of you busy bosses have taken time out to celebrate the birthday of a junior like me. I’m more than flattered!”Javier genuinely felt bad, but those who were there had come with a sincere heart.“Mr. Kersey, you deserve it. You’ve united the local car manufacturers and selflessly shared the hydrogen propulsion system with all of us. This is a great contribution, and for this alone, we ought to come and celebrate you!”“Exactly. Mr. Kersey, the FIA could have cared less about us previously. They treated us as if we were nobodies, but we’re different now. With the brand Chinean and the hydrogen propulsion system, they have to look up to us instead. We’ve never experienced suc
When the car cover was flipped, Quinna was shocked.“Is this like a local Hummer?”It looked exactly like the car model mentioned, but it was about five meters long. It was crazy. The angular sides and the strong, masculine shape of the car were fiercer than the Hummer’s. It was a tough guy’s car, and one look at it made one shudder from the pain of one’s bottom being jolted.Upon opening the car door, however, it was revealed that there was ample space inside the car, which felt absolutely luxurious. When one’s bottom actually sat down in it, it was indescribable. The entire seat was as comfortable as it could get.The noise was minimal when the push start button was pressed. If the vibration feedback had not been present, one would not even have felt the engine working.After asking Quinna to get in, Javier took the car for a ride.Lo and behold, it was unbelievably amazing. The car did fine on any road or terrain. There were only places one could not imagine, but nowhere this
Quinna did not accompany Javier on his birthday night, as she could sense Jade’s feelings for him. They ran deep, so she was willing to let him go no matter how reluctant she was.Quinna was well aware that she could not compare to Jade in this aspect, so she did not have any intention of being with Javier tonight.Tonight, Javier belonged to Jade. As for her…she belonged to her bed back home.Jade left the next day. She was the vice general manager of Reivaj Group, after all, so there were a lot of things to handle.Javier returned to Heisenberg Group after putting Jade on a flight. While he had no position in the company now, he was more familiar with the workers than many of their superiors, so he could at least enter just by flashing his face.Driving the SUV named Chinean Soul, Javier reached the office building. A few of the company executives were flummoxed, not comprehending where this Chinean car had been manufactured, as it already had a registration plate.A vice manag
As a racer, Sven frequently participated in rally races. Rally races were races that were not recognized by any official parties, but they were slightly higher in class than the money bet on underground racing. They acted as selection races where only the winners qualified to join legitimate races, and those who lost would not qualify.Although official races were open-registration events, the insider terms were actually…Basically, race teams only qualified for official races after winning rally races. As for small-time race teams who had no money or sponsors and wanted to win a race based on their skill, they could forget about it. It would only remain a fantasy without a decent car!It was due to these factors that the race teams one would see in official races were always a handful of familiar ones.A lot of people cheered when Sven appeared. After all, he was a true ace skill-wise and he was much stronger than those who won by throwing in money.When Javier appeared after S
It was not just John. Sven, who was in the exclusive car, felt like he was going crazy. The moment he stepped on the accelerator after switching to sports mode, he felt like he was floating.It was not an exaggeration. If the seatbelt had not been there to tie him down on the car seat, he really felt like he would have floated away.It was very aggressive. The car was as fast as a flash of lightning. His eyes could not even keep up, so he dared not glance at things on the side. He would get dizzy if he did.Before he snapped out of this daze, the car had reached the finish line. When he turned back to look at John’s Veryon, he was actually 600-700 meters away…“Is this still a f*cking car? Did they modify an aircraft engine and put it in this car? Its power is lethal!”Sven was a professional racer, yet his legs began buckling when he got out of the car. He dared not imagine the potential of this car. That burst of speed made a shudder run through him as he recalled it.Yes, a sh
Aside from Chinea’s Heisenberg Group, other Chinean car brands within the country had also gotten introduced into the market. Thus, while the country’s automobile industry was working together, they decided in unison to launch their products overseas instead of fighting with one another in their own country’s market. Their overseas market swiftly opened up thanks to their reputation of having good-quality cars. However, many of the foreign netizens expressed their anger about Chinea’s cars being about three times more expensive than their own local cars, which had similar specifications. In fact, they were beginning to cost as much as a Mercedes G63, something that had been absolutely impossible to imagine in the past. This was especially true for the Chinean cars that had recently entered their country. Foreign netizens all thought that Chinea was going on a “suicide” campaign and ruining the entire market’s economy. There were many automobile-related social platforms that p
Zephiel was feeling very happy, which was why he decided to have Sara stay on the island to have fun for a while. Initially, Sara was not very happy about this, as she could not bear to leave her mother. However, when she saw the scenery on the island and the large variety of things she could play with, especially given the fact that Mei was rather busy and did not have much time to accompany her, Sara agreed to it. However, she still proposed a condition, looking at Zephiel with a very serious expression…“I’ll agree to stay if you allow me to have a video call with Mommy every day.”Zephiel started laughing out loud. It had been a very long time since anyone had dared to speak about terms with him, yet the little girl actually did such a thing on that very day. However, Zephiel agreed to this condition of Sara’s. On the other hand, Mei was willing to let Sara stay there for the time being. After all, she had just taken over the Hachisons, so she was going to be too busy t
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