"How dare you call my leader names with your rude mouth?” "Of course, is there a problem?" challenged Julian. "Call him Mr. Dante Vascos!" exclaimed Diego. Julian shook his head, "What's in it for me?" "You fucking hobo." "Just watch; I'll teach you a lesson." "You need to realise who you are, you little shit." Diego's temper peaked, and he cursed while rushing out of the car to attack Julian. He quickly backed away, preparing himself to teach this rude and sharp Diego a lesson while Jemima was not there. "I'll kill you, bitch!" shouted Diego as he attacked Julian, but his actions only made him hurt as Julian defended himself firmly. "Akh, akh!" screamed Diego, feeling the pain in his private parts. Diego tried to walk while holding the injured area in unbearable pain. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" cursed Diego, feeling the unbearable pain. "Watch out, you, wait for my reply!" threatened Diego, trying to intimidate Julian. Julian smiled sarcastically as he watched Diego struggle w
"That's enough, Diego. You're talking more and more nonsense the longer you talk. Should I ask Victor to kick you out of that hotel?" Julian asked."Hah! Are you threatening me? Do you have the ability to do that?" Diego replied, and Julian nodded."What right do you have, you loudmouth!" cursed Diego. And Julian looked indifferent."Hah! Who the hell are you, hobo?""Me? If I told you I was Dante Vascos, would you believe me?" Diego was silent for a moment, but soon he was laughing again."Hahaha.""You? Dante Vascos?""Hey, hobo! Are you not feeling well? Or is your head burning?""Besides being a hobo, you might as well be an insane person. Do you have money for treatment?"Diego continued to make fun of Julian with various curses; it made him wonder how this man he hated the most could claim to be Dante Vascos, his idol so far."Never mind, don't ever mention my idol's name with that filthy mouth of yours.""Now, are you going to leave here, or should I end this right now?" Diego
Hearing the words of Julian, who seemed bolder than Victor, Diego, who had been listening to the intimate meeting between the two men, became even more curious. "Yes, sir, fire me. As long as you return to your place," Victor replied casually. "Haha... damn you! Still unchanged." Julian complimented while patting Victor on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." He continued, looking very grateful. "Ah, thanks for what?" asked Victor. "Because, as a human, I can trust you.", Julian replied. Victor deeply breathed, "You're too good to be betrayed." He said with a smile. "Come on, we'd better get inside." "I'm getting cold." Julian nodded. "Mr. Victor, wait, who is he?" Diego asked. Victor and Diego immediately stopped their steps; Victor turned around and approached Diego. "Ah, I almost forgot about this loser," Victor said. "Get up!" he called out. Diego immediately got up with a stagger, while Victor could be seen flicking his index finger at his driver, who had been waiting in fr
"Right... You're the hobo who was expelled yesterday. Come on, admit it?" asked the doorman again while blocking Julian's path until the man took a few steps back. The guard looked Julian up and down with his hand holding his chin, acting like a fashion appraiser. "Well, what's changed?" he asked, speaking alone, then walked around Julian while appearing to be thinking about something. "Oh yes! Today, the hobo came in a suit." He continued mockingly, seemingly happy that he had guessed. Julian snorted, holding back laughter at the arrogant doorman's ridiculous behaviour. "What did this hobo who changed his clothes come to this five-star hotel for?" asked the doorman. Julian sighed deeply. He hoped to go straight inside without any obstacles like this, but getting into this hotel was not easy. There are so many obstacles; the road is not as smooth as usual because he sometimes walks and doesn't wear branded suits. "Wait! I feel like in all the hotels I've entered, not one guard
Hans sighed in despair because he was confused by the change in his superior's attitude. Wasn't it just yesterday that he also joined in bullying the hobo man? "Look at him__" Diego's sharp gaze cut off Hans' words; his eyes seemed to want to come out of their shells. However, Hans didn't want to stay silent because he was sure his boss was in a daze. "He's the hobo you were angry with yesterday__." "SHIT! CAN'T SHUT UP? BASTARD DOORMAN SHIT!" Diego cut in again, his voice sounding that Hans' mental state was instantly shattered. Hans immediately fell silent, but his heart didn't just accept the defeat. The man looked disgusted and vengeful at Julian, who was ignorant as if he didn't care about his existence; Hans would have wanted to chop Julian up if only Diego hadn't been there. Hans could not understand the arrogance of the hobo man and Diego's drastic attitude towards him. "Where's Victor?" Julian asked in the middle of the tension. Hans was so surprised to hear such disre
David and Hans gasped simultaneously, while Diego, who understood the reaction, just nodded his head, especially since he had also warned Hans many times. "He's the sole heir to the Vascos kingdom," he said again. "The richest man in our country." He continued once more before finally running into the hotel. Meanwhile, David, especially Hans, looked so devastated that his body was limp and helpless. "Who would have thought that he... he, he ___?" Hans couldn't continue his sentence in disbelief. "I'm finished, David." He continued to whine, but it was useless because it was too late. Meanwhile, Julian was now in his office, where he occasionally checked the hotel. The private place that Julian usually uses is on the 8th floor, called the Sky Villa; the room has an area of more than 800 square meters and has always been empty when Julian doesn't come to the Hotel."Now this room feels alive," Victor said after a long silence; he thought about the change in the character of his fr
"Really? They have that much of a hand?" asked Victor. Dante seemed to nod, "Thanks to them, I can now judge people who are sincere or just using me." Victor understood the meaning of the words of his best friend and the person he admired the most. "I'll do whatever you say as usual, so what should I do for you now?" he continued to ask. "It's best not to expose too much about where I am or who I am," Dante replied. "Is there a reason?" Victor asked. Dante nodded, "Well if there are people like them, I'll let you take care of them or remove them from my life." "Alright, I understand." Victor replied, "Welcome back, my friend." He continued as he raised his glass. "Thanks," Dante replied. "Then, may I ask about Jemima? Who is this woman? Should I protect her or__" "Yes, protect this woman, but with shadows." Cut Dante off. Victor nodded in understanding. "Then, tell me who she is?" he continued to ask because Victor needed an explanation anyway. Dante finally tells the sto
Seeing his friend's behavior made Dante laugh with satisfaction, it felt so good when he could play with his friend's feelings. "But, friend. I think Sarah as well as Hector should receive their reward." Victor said. "Hector? Does he see you?" asked Dante. "Almost every weekend, he meets me at the regular bar," Victor replied. "Oh yeah? What did you guys talk about?" asked Dante with some curiosity since it was unusual for his friend to hold a grudge. "I saw him with Sarah in the VIP room, then when he met me at the bartender's table, he boasted that he was now with Sarah." "Ah... I always remember that smug face of his." Dante snorted harshly, but he didn't dare let out a laugh that could offend his concerned friend. "But... can't you pretend first? we defeat all our enemies slowly." Dante pleaded. Victor, who did not accept it, could not help but agree to Dante's request. For him, whatever came out of the man's mouth was an order that he could not ignore because Dan
Frank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked