After they returned from Xerxes Village, there was only one day left before Javier would have to head home.Javier did ask Jade whether she wanted to join him or not, but she refused. Jade was especially embarrassed in certain aspects, as she had no idea how she was supposed to introduce herself to Javier’s family.Thus, Javier did not force her to go any further. ‘She’s going to come back with me someday, so there’s no need for me to rush this.’After bidding Jade farewell, Javier took his luggage with him and rushed to the airport. On his way there, he passed by Ciel’s house and thought of the pitiful woman, so he made a detour to visit her. Javier immediately understood what sort of life Ciel had been living when he saw the bowl of gruel with measly greens in front of her. ‘I’m sure she’s living as poorly as this because her father squandered all their family’s wealth due to his gambling addiction.’ “You’re here. I…”Before Ciel could finish, Javier dragged her out wit
Ciel felt completely embarrassed. She was in the midst of doing it tens of thousands of meters above the ground, which was usually something very exciting.However, what was even more exciting was the sudden appearance of a fighter pilot peeping through the porthole…Javier scanned the fighter jet outside and told Ciel, “There’s a switch right next to you that brings down the curtains. Just press it.”Ciel hurriedly pressed the red button by the window and the curtains gradually covered up the porthole.Finally, Ciel felt a lot less embarrassed, but she very quickly asked in shock, “Why are there fighter jets outside?”Javier replied, “They’re part of our convoy.”Ciel then asked what a convoy was, but Javier did not explain. After all, he was with a sexy, seductive woman at the moment, so why would he spend his time chatting away when he should be having fun?Of course, the fighter jets were part of a convoy meant to protect the main plane. Otherwise, the economy of Javier’
Somewhere north of the Pacific Ocean, near Navatte Bay, sat an island about 200,000 square meters: Lustmord. It had been purchased as a permanent residence for the current patriarch of the Kersey Family, Zephiel Kersey, long ago.‘Zephiel.’It sounded airy, like a name one would give a wind billowing from the west…a zephyr. But anyone acquainted with Zephiel knew he was more than a puff of air—he was as sly as a fox. An old fox.He was indomitable when it came to his business conquests, and few people could match his prowess.He sold arms to many of the smaller countries, and his weapons made up most of their arsenal.He was not directly involved in politics, but a few prominent political families in Sammius had close ties with him. It was not an equal relationship either, as he was the monetary backbone. They acted as the political front vying for power, while he provided enough funding to sustain an election campaign.That was who Zephiel Kersey was. An elite. One of the few pe
Sigmund was his parents’ precious little baby. The McLaren P1 GT parked next to him was proof.Unlike its sibling, the P1 GTR, the P1 GT was better suited for city asphalt. A 3.8-liter twin turboV8 combined with an electric motor produced a maximum output of 735kw. Even the Ferrari 488 pista, known as the “most powerful V8 engine in Maranello marque history”, could only output 530kw of power.The P1 GT was a roaring beast of steel and fire; a tyrant on the road. It was also limited-edition. There had only ever been three P1 GT’s produced in the entire world.And now, a beast worth millions of dollars belonged to 13-year-old Sigmund Kersey thanks to his remarkably spendthrift parents.Seeing Javier coming out of the car, Sigmund spat out the cigarette in his mouth and leveled a glare of contempt at him. “Don’t think Wyatt protecting you meant jacksh*t, *sshole. I stood down because I respect Wyatt enough. You don’t mean sh*t. Of course, you should know all about your own worth by no
Marjorie’s snarl managed to get Sigmund to stop.And yet, Javier proceeded to swing two more times at the battered woman’s face.She immediately burst into tears. “What the hell do you want?! I told my son to stop! Why are you still hitting me?”An apoplectic Sigmund began to look around in a rage, as if searching for something. Javier noticed his actions and let out a shrill snicker. “What, you’re looking for a rock to smite me with, brat? Don’t bother. Just grab your car and try driving over me! If you do it right, your mother will be caught under the wheels with me too! You wanna have a go?”Sigmund was almost frothing from rage, and yet there was nothing he could do. He had never expected that b*stard to drag his mom into the crossfire like that. One might even say he had failed to account for the possible ramifications of his reckless provocation.Javier ignored the panicking-but-hapless boy and turned back to his aunt and her puffy, wounded cheeks. “You really think this is
Ciara’s heart was devoted to Javier. It was steadfast, stalwartly, his.She had nothing to ask for. All she wanted was to be with Javier. To enjoy being protected by Javier forever, but not in a brother-sister way.She just wanted to be with Javier forever and ever.It was why even after being rejected, she just wanted to dwell on this longer with Javier. And yet, right when she’d wanted to do this, someone just had to ruin the moment with an irritating harangue, and a terribly blistering one at that.It p*ssed Ciara off. She could tell from the voice alone that it was Uncle Arthur, a.k.a Sigmund’s father, a.k.a the most useless guy on the entire island.Arthur Kersey had been named after a legendary king people genuinely regarded highly, so Zephiel had probably hoped that his son would lead the country to greatness like a king of the past. And yet, “lesser” Arthur must have grown up ignoring his father’s wish, because instead of being King Arthur, he was just King *sshole.Arthu
After his lunch with Ciara, Javier took a shower and napped on his bed. At night, the butler visited them and told him Zephiel had returned.Javier rose, bade his sister good evening, and followed the butler to the large, cement-and-tile house on the center of the island.Zephiel never liked staying in mansions and high-rise buildings. He loved his cement-cast, red-tile roof cottage too much. He’d even constructed a fence around it, where reefs and rocks had taken up residence, and changed the soil to plant crops. Javier had never understood how his grandfather managed to grow crops on the back of reefs and the saltwater trapped deep within, but then again…he had money. Money could buy anything, and that old sly fox had so much money that he could build his own nuclear bomb.Javier entered his courtyard and found his nearly 80-year-old grandfather shadow-fencing. Despite his advanced age, he was still bursting with health and brio, even though his hair and beard had turned snowy-whi
Zephiel had once said to Javier a long time ago, when his parents had disappeared, that he would tell him what had happened when he came of age and got married. Now, although Javier was still single, his wedding was only a few days away, which was why he wanted to know what had happened. However, Zephiel still gently shook his head. “A promise is a promise. I told you that I would only tell you what happened after you got married. That was the deal.”‘A promise is a promise? Come on, it’s obvious that this cunning old fox is just trying to stall for as long as he can.’Feeling slightly anxious, Javier said, “My wedding is only a few days away, so it wouldn’t make a difference if you told me now or later, would it?” Zephiel seemed very dignified and had a serious expression on his face as he said, “It would.”Zephiel refused to explain the reason even when Javier asked him about it. After failing to get an answer out of him after a few attempts, Javier angrily got up and said