There were definitely people who had breakfast at 3:00 p.m., but there were absolutely not many of them—Javier and Angela being part of that minority.Angela kept glaring at Javier when they arrived at the restaurant.Before she said anything, Javier told her, “I know that you want to call the police without you saying it. Look, can we do this? We do it after I eat. It’s not like I’m running away. You need to let me eat first even if you’re putting me behind bars, right?”Angela was rendered speechless. She had seen shameless people but not someone this shameless. However, she was too embarrassed to make the call in front of the restaurant owner and server.More importantly, she had yet to come up with what to say after calling the police. Was she going to be explicit and just say that she had been assaulted?It felt awkward, especially when it was her first time and it happened by force. She did not feel like it was an attack, more like it was a joke. That prompted her to duck he
Edward realized that he was about to be sacked from his position as the regional manager. He had wanted to be promoted, yet he had not expected Trevor was personally here today to kick him out.He was scared when he felt Trevor’s rage.“Mr. Hammond, we can’t do this. Mr. Hammond, I’ve worked hard for the company all these years. Even if I didn’t contribute any merit, I—”Edward was going to plead his case when Trevor kicked him away directly.“You have the cheek to tell me about working hard? What did you work hard on? Making the region the last in sales nationwide?“I haven’t the time to settle this with you and thought to give you another chance, but Edward Sumett, you act like the king here, huh? What’s it? Do you think you’ll be the GM of Chinean Cars when the next election comes?”Edward held his stomach as he lay on the floor in pain from Trevor’s kick. What truly pained him was not his lower abdomen, though. It was his life that was ending soon.Farther away, Edward was b
It was already past six in the evening by the time Javier left Angela’s home. The girl had begged him to leave. The reason was simple—her mother had called and said that she was coming for a visit.Javier’s shamelessness meant that he had suggested treating his “mother-in-law” to a lavish meal, frightening Angela as she pleaded, “Consider me begging you, okay? Hurry up and leave. Stop causing me trouble. I promise I won’t call the police and won’t’ take revenge on you, okay? Please…”It took some effort before Angela finally made Javier leave. As she watched him through the window, she was genuinely exasperated.She did not know what to say, even. It had never crossed her mind that someone would force himself on her one day, and she would beg him to leave, promising she would not pursue the matter.Angela felt like complete trash, but as she recalled what she felt when she was with Javier…she could not help blushing and whining, “You jerk!”The whine contained not even a hint of r
How could Javier possibly be seeing Joey? The woman would never have sex with him either. The only secret she dared not say aloud was the acupuncture he performed on her, as it was too embarrassing for Joey to say that out loud. But now that this had happened, there was no point in keeping it a secret anymore. She told her daughter everything and showed her the report.Evanna reeled back in realization. "That's why I kept mum, okay? I didn't want you to misconstrue this whole thing," Joey added. "But you went ahead and got it wrong anyway! Oh, you silly girl. How could I possibly be seeing my lil' girl's husband?"Evanna recoiled in embarrassment. She had thought what was shown in the photo was true, but reality had taken an unexpected turn, and everything was completely different from the conclusion she had reached. She took a deep breath and turned to her mother, her cheeks pink. "I'm sorry, Mom. I really misinterpreted this!" Joey would never hold a grudge against her daught
Herschel dragged Wilson away from Javier and…well, that was the end of that. The owner of the club, Phantomknife, never brandished his blades again. He also deleted any memories he had of Wilson in his head. He kept reminding himself that had he not run away the moment things had gone south, Phantomknife would have already become Phantom…period. No one reported Wilson’s disappearance to the police. Nobody even cared. Joey certainly did not, as she would rather beat Wilson up herself than care about his safety. The middle-aged woman who was supposedly Wilson’s spouse did not call the cops either. Now that she knew just what kind of *sshole Wilson was, the man’s disappearance was more gratifying than worrying. His property was all hers now. If Wilson was found, she would lose it all. In other words, Wilson would never see the light of day again. No one was coming to save him. Javier later asked Herschel about Wilson’s whereabouts, and the latter replied, “He’s living in a pigsty
Nothing in his voice suggested that this was a moribund man at the end of a traffic accident. Javier looked at the guy from his window, yawned, and lit up a cigarette. He took deep puffs, disembarked from his car, and stared at Bryan on the ground. "Get up, man. A performance like that won't get you into the B-list…or C-list," he said flatly. Bryan turned visibly red. "F*ck you. This isn't a performance, and you know it in your gut, jack*ss. How about having our roles reversed? I am wounded, you jerk. Wounded real bad. Look at me! Look at, uh…"He surveyed his body as quickly as he could, hoping to find a scratch, any scratch, to supplement his story. Nothing.He pivoted to another kind of injury. “I know it looks as if I’m fine on the outside, but my innards are bleeding right now! I bet they are punctured, too! You don’t know that!”Their commotion attracted a crowd, most of them senior citizens. They came with a predisposition, too. They immediately believed the one appealing
Javier returned to the car, took out the dash cam, and pointed at Bryan. “Over here, pal. Call the local traffic cop in front of the camera and repeat your claim. Oh, and bring your elderly friends along. They are your witnesses, right? You guys should tell the cops like a merry little band.”Bryan’s expression fell at the sight of the dash cam. He had made sure the car was not outfitted with it, but it turned out the owner had placed it on the corner of the dashboard instead. “You know what? I don’t have time for this charade. I’ve got actual work to do, and I ain’t wasting God-given time anymore. I’m done!” Bryan snarled, lifting his motorbike before riding it and veering away into the distance as though he was the bigger guy in the argument. The crowd dispersed as soon as Javier mentioned the dash cam. Suddenly, they all remembered what they planned to do for the day—attending yoga classes, playing bingo with their other pals, feeding the ducks…It was almost as if not one of
Javier successfully reached Mount Sisyphus before uniting with Herschel’s underling, Running Man. The guy was famed for tracking people down and following them—the only time he ever failed at that was when Javier was his target. Unfortunately, it seemed that one more entry had been added to that hall of fame. “I’m sorry, Boss,” he said ruefully. “I lost him.”Javier’s mood sank, but he did not think Running Man was at fault here. Losing someone like Daniel was not at all surprising when one remembered the kinds of superpowers he possessed. Few people in this world had powers like that—one could probably count their numbers with their hands.For now, the only person who even knew how to use the powers he possessed was Daniel. He was unstoppable. His powers were beyond normal humans’ capabilities. If he put his mind to hide his presence, even the most dedicated tracker like Running Man would falter. Javier patted the dejected man on the shoulder. “It’s alright. We need to gather mo