Old Man Ackerman's sanity did not last for very long. In fact, every time he regained it, the duration would be shorter and shorter. This time, it lasted less than ten minutes. The doctor said that there was no way to treat it with regards to this. His situation could not be treated with external help or treatment. It was solely caused by Old Man Ackerman's mental block that he had inflicted upon himself. He could not bear the pain of his family’s passing, so his brain had built up a safe space within itself out of extreme self-protection—a fictional world of sorts. In that fictional world, Old Man Ackerman was the Watermelon Tree God. He could never feel any pain, and he would always be happy. The doctor said, "From our point of view, indeed, he looks pitiful. But from his point of view, he has achieved happiness. At least, he doesn't have to suffer the sorrow of his family dying anymore." Before leaving the hospital, Javier paid a substantial amount in medical fees to ensure th

Lloyd's girlfriend, Carmen Benson, owned a bar that served mainly university students. Her bar could not compare to the one Javier had bought. The place did not even have a resident singer. It was more suitable to call it a leisure pub. But tonight, after dinner, the police came to seal away the pub and even hauled Carmen away. This was because there was evidence that a customer had been served fake alcohol there. The effect of the alcohol was too strong and had caused the customer's cerebrovascular vessels to explode. The customer had died in the end. Lloyd knew about this. He also knew that Carmen had not deliberately sold fake alcohol. She had been scammed. Thus he had instructed his men to quietly move the fake alcohol to Javier's bar. He anticipated there would be a few deaths over the next few days. His calculated move was perfectly executed by his men. However, Lloyd never imagined that Javier would have the fake alcohol delivered back to Carmen's pub that very night. Th

After a few heated minutes, Saiorse, flushed in the face, abruptly pushed Javier. She stood up nervously and said, "I-I'm your aunt. You're crossing the line." As Saiorse mumbled shyly, she quickly grabbed the bra again and left the bathroom. Upon returning to her bedroom, she quickly locked the door behind her and sank onto the floor. She pressed her fair hands tightly against her cheeks, it felt as warm as the fire in her heart. "Saiorse, what's wrong with you? Javier is your god-sister's son. How could you let your thoughts run wild?" she chastised herself. In her heart, Saiorse repeatedly reminded herself that she could not afford to let herself go and let her imagination run wild. However, recalling the passionate kiss earlier, she felt a certain sweetness seep into her heart. She also recalled Javier's hot and firm chest that had given her a strong sense of security. Sitting by the door of her bedroom, Saiorse had no clue how to act. She felt so confused. Saiorse had

Javier leaned against the wall, waiting for the man in black to show up and pounce on him.However, right at that moment, he heard a buzzing sound from a pair of propellers spinning coming from above him. Subconsciously, Javier looked up and saw a drone in the sky with its camera right in its center trained on him.Javier was instantly stunned by this. ‘What the f*ck?! They’ve got quite the service here. There’s someone following me on foot and a drone from above. ‘On top of that, it’s obvious that it’s not just one man who’s following me… That man back there had nothing in his hands.‘So, that must mean another person is controlling this drone from afar and is watching my every move.’Sure enough, Javier very quickly saw the man in black appearing at a road ten steps away from him, his face filled with mockery. He was obviously gloating at how Javier had failed to try and ambush him. Seeing the man in black, Javier proceeded to pick up a rock from the floor, to which the man in

Javier was not offended. He knew that Dana had misunderstood him. “Please, don’t mistake my intention, ma’am. Mr. Gander’s directing is renowned for projecting the scale and depth of his stories, which is why I’m hoping he could be the one to helm ours.”Javier’s compliment was every bit as heartfelt as his tone, but Dana was done listening to sweet nothings and empty praises. She already had her fill of duplicity to last her a lifetime.She waved at his words. “How about something more concrete, hmm? You’re sincere in asking Mr. Gander for your movie, right? Well, Old Gander’s current pay is 2.3 million dollars, sir. Would you like to pay all of that in full?” She pointed at the check. “You can take that away while you’re at it. Come back to me when you’ve got the amount.”Well, that just made things…a little more difficult now, right?“Um, ma’am?” Javier began, a little embarrassed. “I can only offer 3 million dollars. I can't give more than that.”Dana felt her breath hitching