The crowd gasped in shock, Jared most of them all. His golden Victoria was worth 600,000 dollars, but now, Asiel’s verdict meant that the little trinket’s price dwarfed the value of his pure-gold Victoria!“Impossible! He’s useless! He’s literally a good-for-nothing! There’s no way he could even buy something so beyond his means. This has to be a fake!” Jared cried. His disbelief was so great that he accidentally said that part out loud. Asiel shot him a look. “Please. Do you know the immense historicity and meaning behind the Fleur-de-lys, hmm? It’s the favored symbol of monarchies. It’s used by both royalty and saints. It’s religious, political, dynastic, artistic, emblematic, and symbolic. A favored emblem of royalty…It’s not something to be emblazoned on any item willy-nilly!” he pointed out. “And of course, what can we deduce from the liberal use of gemstones, especially in the past, when few people had access to such things? Diamonds, rubies, and pink diamonds…Do you honestly
Javier welcomed the man. He had only known Asiel for a while and he was already impressed. After he showed the man to his seat, the two of them began to chat. A few pleasantries later, Asiel finally asked the real question he wanted to ask. “How did you know that there was a pocket watch hiding in the mantle clock, Mr. Kersey?”Javier flashed him a smile. “I take no pleasure in keeping secrets, Mr. Langdon, but sorry. I'd rather not say.”Asiel nodded appreciatively. He was equally impressed by Javier’s attitude and would rather not get an answer than to be lied to. Javier’s answer was not satisfactory, sure, but it was also not irritating to hear. Antique and art appraisal were a race for the players, as each individual relied on their own secret techniques to out-compete one another. That way, they could maintain their prestige and income. Asiel did not ask any more questions; there was no point. He just threw in some small talk before taking his leave. The banquet was a merr
There was no way Evanna’s mother would make Javier hard, no matter how little she was wearing. He did, however, feel burning flames in his groin for Evanna. He had to be inside a beautiful woman like that, or it would feel as though he had wasted this fake marriage. He returned to the bedroom and turned the knob. To his surprise, Evanna had locked the door! He received a text message from the woman on the other side of the door. Her message was simple and brutally clear: Javier was to sleep on the couch tonight. “Please. You really think I can be stopped by a mere locked door?” Javier murmured to himself. He instinctively looked for a paperclip to unlock the door, though he gave up before he really acted on it. Evanna was only doing this because she was clearly not ready. Fine, then. Javier could wait. He left the door alone and went out of the house. All this energy should be spent elsewhere, though not exactly purposelessly. Jared claimed he had “helped” Javier at the ban
Pain shot up from the driver’s groin, causing the man to snap out of his blackout, only to let out a few yelps of anguish before plopping back on the bed and fainting again. The agony was just too much!His screams woke up Rosemary, who opened her eyes to see Jared, his father, and her own naked body. She was baffled. Why were these two here? A more terrifying question hit her a millisecond later: Did this mean…that the thing between her and the driver…?!Rosemary immediately defended herself by blaming it all on the driver. “Honey, you gotta believe me! I had nothing to do with this—he forced me! It was him! He—”“Darling, you’re really hanging him out to dry, huh? Just like you did your lingerie, I bet!” The older Griffin snapped at her with a mirthless smile. “He forced you, you say? Then the surveillance footage should prove it!”The mention of the camera mortified Rosemary, who fell down on her knees and begged for dear life. The older Griffin, though, had a steely glare t
David was stunned! Baffled! Stupefied! He had decades under his belt, but still, he had never seen so much money before in his life.Just the reminder that all of this had been transferred into his account the moment Javier had ended his call sent a chill down his spine. He stared at Javier with renewed respect and intrigue. This guy…Holy sh*t, he needed to abandon every past judgment and opinion of his. Now, he really had to know who he was. This grandson-in-law had been doling out surprise after surprise like there was no tomorrow!Lord Almighty, David had to find out who this Javier really was. Why would he marry his granddaughter? Why would he join their comparatively humble family? Why—“I don't have time for small talk!” Javier interjected. He was in no mood for all this chit-chat. “I just wanna know where Daniel Dennison is!”His brother? So this guy was after his brother? But why?David snuffed out any curiosity he felt the moment he met Javier’s piercing gaze. It was li
How could Javier possibly let Evanna witness something like that? He had to pick the right course of action. He could try desperately to dampen her curiosity, say there was nothing to see there, and yank her away from the spot. Unfortunately, the sweetest fruit was forbidden fruit. The more he tried to pull her away, the more curious she felt. Evanna took advantage of a millisecond when Javier was distracted and struggled out of his hold.She lunged at the window and peered inside, resting her head on the sill. She then saw her mother gripping the edge of the table, her features glowing in enjoyment. Wilson was behind her, his hands on her hips as he thrust forward over and over again. Evanna’s cheeks turned scarlet. What the hell?!Maybe she should jump off the building right now…She glared at Javier in embarrassment, turned around, and ran. Helpless, Javier followed her. “Why did you glare at me? I didn’t say ‘Look, Evanna, come on! You gotta see this!’ to you. I kept tryin
Practicing the Grimoire of Five had given Javier the ability to sense what was to come, regardless of whether it was grave or trivial. What he did not expect was to be able to predict the trouble caused by three garden-variety punks. Javier was…speechless. Should he be happy about his prediction sensitivity? Or should he be annoyed by how overly sensitive he was?Not that he had any time to dwell on it. Those three punks were adamant to get straight to business. “You, with the whole I-am-f*cking-fly face! You’re Javier-f*cking-Kersey, right? Come on. We have been looking for a fourth ranger to chit-chat with. It’ll be a shame if you don’t accept the invitation,” the leader said, sidling up to Javier before prodding his back with the tip of his pocket knife. “It’d be a shame if this knife went right through you, yeah? Come on, get in this nice car. Don’t be shy.”Javier smiled. “Okay!”He passed his key to the sidekick before climbing into the backseat with the leader. The ca
Javier yanked Eliott’s collar and dragged him to the railing at the top of the building.“Last chance. Like you said before, get on your knees and apologize to me.”Eliott did not know why he needed to apologize to a piece of trash.“F*ck you, you think I’d be scared of you after you beat me up? I’m not scared of anything!“You’re asking me to apologize to you? You piece of trash, you can f*cking dream on! Don’t even think about—AH!”Eliott did not even get to finish his audacious claims when his body was flung through the air and pushed away from the railing. His legs flailed and kicked, but there was nothing for his feet to find purchase on.Other than the hand grabbing his collar, there was nothing else keeping him tethered.It was when Eliott saw how calm Javier looked that he became aware that the latter was not scaring him. He was really going to kill him! And he was only one step away from falling off the building and dying!“Javier! Javier, calm down. Come on, we don’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