Arthur may have sounded as though he was complimenting Mackenzie a lot.However, he was not trying to do so because everything he had said was nothing but facts.Mackenzie had been following Zephiel around when he was still little, and he had not even reached 10 years old when he made his first kill.Although Zephiel had always taught him to do good, Mackenzie insisted on going in the exact opposite direction that Zephiel was leading him into. In fact, he was going so far away that he could no longer be stopped. Hence, left with no choice, Zephiel had ultimately given in and assigned him to take control of his illegal matters.This time, Mackenzie did not disobey Zephiel’s orders and went in the opposite direction. Instead, he got himself completely involved in the dark side of the Kerseys’ business, plus he was very good at it.In retrospect, when Zephiel and Piers had been in a confrontation in the past, Mackenzie had almost lobbed off Piers’ head, which was still something that
Respect the wishes of a dead man?It took Zephiel a momentary daze before he understood what Mackenzie meant and hurried to Javier.“Javier, your Uncle Arthur has given up hope to live.”The realization was clear as day to Javier once he saw how anxious Zephiel looked. He knew that the old man wanted him to coax Arthur, but it was also too much to ask for from Javier. After all, Arthur had been picking on him. It was honestly ironic to ask Javier to advise Arthur to keep an open mind and heart when the latter kept throwing blows at him.In spite of it, Javier could understand Zephiel’s awkward and worried state of mind. After all, the person who wanted to die in that house was his biological son!“Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll do my best to coax Uncle Arthur out.”Javier’s promise reassured Zephiel. He nodded fervently, believing that Javier would do his best and that Arthur would walk out alive. William was living well on the island now, and Javier had begun to grant him certain au
Arthur did not reply to what Javier said. After a moment of silence, he suddenly shifted the topic of conversation. “Was Sigmund really my biological son?”Once Javier heard the question, he knew that it marked the end of the conversation.A living person would not want to hear the real answer because they were scared of regret. That was not the case with a dying person. Their life would end soon. There was no regret. The only thing they wanted to know was the truth.Hence, Javier answered, “Keep living. I’ll tell you on your 60th birthday.”Arthur chuckled. “Oh, Javier, thank you for the kind gesture. That’s it then!”His mind was set. It had nothing to do with what Javier said. Arthur had basically willingly stepped both feet into the coffin. It was just that he popped his head out before the lid was sealed to ask about his last concern.Since that was the case, Javier took no longer to tell him the true answer. “Not really. He’s not your son.”Arthur glared at Javier. “You’re
It was needless to say what Javier would do with Ciara in the bedroom.When he left the island the next day, he took the plane to Medb—for no other reason than Lloyd having set up a new company there, which of course, was still under Reivaj Group.As the chairman of Reivaj Group, Javier had to show up as support. After all, he was the actual boss.Lloyd held a party at night since the show business world loved all things fancy and ostentatious.When Javier arrived, he saw plenty of gorgeous faces at the party, be it men or women. However, upon a closer look, no one was a natural beauty as they either had thick makeup caked on their faces or traces of plastic surgeries.Despite that, those gorgeous faces were not the main point today. It was those who were plump and round with fortune, old enough to become grandparents.These were business people, affluent ones in various fields. They were the investors of the beautiful people in the entertainment world. As long as a rising star c
Javier paused for a moment, not expecting someone to talk to him, much less ask him something. He was currently dressed super-casual, just a normal T-shirt and regular pants, not matching the suits and ties or the colorful dresses around him at all.When he turned around, he was even more flummoxed. It was a woman who wore a long flowy dress with beads and flowers, beautiful like a fairy who descended on earth. The skin exposed was supple and delicious. It was like time had not left its mark on her at all. The faint show of globes in front of her, especially, were perky and bouncy, no sign of them sagging sighted.“Huh? Aren’t you Morgan? Why are you in a place like this?!”It was Morgan—definitely not Morgan Freeman because Javier shuddered just from picturing the old man in tights and baring his chest. As for which Morgan…Javier could only say that she had already starred in plenty of classic films and was incredibly popular when Javier was still in high school. She was still a ho
Lloyd was filling Javier in with celebrity gossips at the time—whose voice was ruined by whose drugging, who was the pimp in showbiz, who looked innocent like a princess but was sent to other men as an escort after her sugar daddy was done with her, who and who had gotten married as a cover-up for an affair baby…Basically, the chaos that ran in the entertainment world made one’s hair stand on end.Javier even felt that sleeping with them without condoms was dangerous, almost as if coming in contact with blood that had AIDS.While they chatted, a gentle voice sounded from behind them again.“I didn’t expect that you’re a friend Mr. Young has invited!”When Javier turned around, he was greeted once more with the beautiful face with eyes as if they could talk. She was bewitching and tempting, enough to make him forget her real age and just relish in her appeal.Javier smiled courteously without saying anything. It was Lloyd who spoke. “Morgan, I wasn’t expecting you here.”His ton
The next morning, when Javier was still sleeping, his phone rang. He thought that it was Lloyd who called, but it was not. It was an unknown number. He had not felt like picking up, but his phone rang incessantly, hinting at a stubborn caller, and successfully woke Javier up.When he answered, it was a gentle woman’s voice. “Mr. Kersey, is it?”Javier, who was still groggy from sleep, had no idea who it was, so he asked, “I am. Who are you?”It turned out to be Morgan Fairchild. Javier was surprised when she told him her name.Javier asked, “How did you get my number?”“Mr. Young gave it to me,” Morgan answered on the line.Javier understood it then. She must have already met her son, who was released back home, and Lloyd did not make Javier a Robin Hood as he told her about Javier’s help in saving her son.As expected, she thanked Javier on the phone and invited him for lunch at noon to express her gratitude.One could not ask for more or reject an invitation to lunch by a bea
Javier felt the urge just from watching Morgan. It was evident how beautiful and charismatic she was.Morgan seemed to have noticed Javier’s physical reaction, as well as she gently turned her head away to run her hand through her hair as if she did not notice the change. There was no duct of pink on her fair cheeks either.This was probably the difference between a woman and a girl.To Morgan, it was only normal that Javier had a reaction. It was like sex between a man and a woman. It just made sense.Javier even suspected that she thought having sex was an act of admiration for each other’s beauty and had nothing to do with morals and values.In spite of it, it was still awkward for Javier. To be honest, he really had no lustful intention about her in his mind. After all, she used to be like a goddess to him. That said, his physical reaction was undeniable, and he could not control it either.Javier was a little awkward when he told her embarrassedly, “Excuse me, it isn’t on pu