All Chapters of Billionaire's game #2 : Beyond the Billionaire's image : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After a long day, I immediately headed to Mr. Gil's office. I knocked a few times before entering. He was seated behind his desk, engaged in a phone call.When he noticed me, he quickly excused himself from the call before hanging up. I just sat down on the couch and stretched my back."Let me guess, that's the scriptwriter," I guessed.He looked at me, seemingly surprised. "Uh-hm, you noticed that too?"I glanced at the ceiling, thinking. "Yeah, I noticed some dialogue in the script. It doesn't seem suitable for the cast," I said, sitting up properly but resting my elbow on my knee. "Why don't you just let the cast adlib it? Especially the two supporting actors, I'm sure they can do it well."Mr. Gil smiled as he looked at me. "Really? Do you think that would be effective?"I nodded and continued, "Yes, I think so. They're talented enough to pull it off. It would feel more natural if they added their own twist to the lines."He pondered for a moment. "Hmm, I hadn't thought of that. B

I checked the woman's neck; no blood was seeping out from her body, but her color changed. Her lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling."She got poisoned," I heard the man next to me say.I turned to look at him, my eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?""The woman's face was peaceful, almost serene, except for the faint blue tint around her lips. I've been observing her, but then, I saw how she gulped a wine then collapsed a little later," I looked back at the man next to me. He was with Oliver earlier. A friend, I guess."You're observant. Did you know her?"He didn't look at me, instead just staring straight ahead where the woman was still sprawled on the floor. No one dared to touch her. As far as I know, the police can't just enter here no matter what happens because the casino's owner is a member of an elite family, and they follow their own rules."Not really, but I talked to her before this happened. She gave me hints, and I thought that was just a bluff." He seemed gui

I woke up lazily on my bed. I checked the time and realized I had woken up earlier than my alarm. I usually don't set an alarm because I always wake up early, but I came home late last night. I scratched my back and yawned.Adding to the discomfort, my body was sore from last night's events. I will also ask Mr. Gil later about the people who attacked me. I really can't recognize them and why I was their target.While contemplating, I prepared for work. I changed into simple attire - a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, then headed to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.After getting ready, I hopped into my car, a sleek black sedan. I usually ride my motorcycle to work, but due to the events last night, I opted to take the car. It's safer, and there's less chance of being recognized. When I arrived on set, everyone was busy. The cast members were getting ready, while the staff were bustling around, doing their jobs.I also saw Oliver, seated in a corner while getting his m

"Coach!" I turned to Jenson when he called me. I was already leaving the set as I was now out. He was still in costume as he made his way towards me."What is it?" He stopped in front of me, a smile on his face, scratching his head as if feeling a bit shy."Are you free tomorrow, Coach? I heard you were looking for a gym, maybe you'd like to come with me tomorrow. My bandmate has a gym and we always go there," he said eagerly.I pulled the strap of my bag and looked at him again. "Hm, complete equipment?""Yes, Coach! It's been there for a year now, and you can be sure it will be comfortable for you," he replied, beaming with excitement. I glanced at the man who had been watching us earlier. He was just sitting near the director, but because I could quickly determine who was looking at me, I couldn't help but look at him.I raised an eyebrow at him, but he averted his gaze and proceeded to remove his makeup with his assistant. I looked back at Jenson, who was waiting for my response.

We spent the next few hours looking around the property. There was a small lake at the back, shining under the moonlight. We sat on the dock with our feet hanging over the water."I come here when things get too hard," Oliver broke the silence. "It's my safe place."I just stared at my feet splashing in the water. The water was dark because of the dim area where we were, but I felt something nibbling at my foot.It's good to get rid of my ingrown toenail."I thought rich guys like you don't have problems," I said without looking, enjoying the ticklish feeling on my foot.A laugh escaped his lips, but it lacked its usual warmth. That's when I looked at him. He held a small rock and threw it into the water. My forehead creased as I remembered something from this scene. It felt like deja vu."Not all wealthy people are happy. Well, yeah. I'm just enjoying what I have but–" He paused, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Oops! Why am I being so dramatic?!"I frowned slightly, tak