In reality, Jared did not get on his knees. After holding out until 9 p.m, he took a deep breath and flashed a triumphant grin at Javier.“This isn’t much. Just like I said, I’m rich. This money isn’t anything to me, really. It isn’t anything.”Jared got up to leave the bar after that without even greeting Joey.Joey commented, “I think you lost.”Javier asked with a beam, “Have you ever been a preschool teacher?”When Joey shook her head, Javier said, “Me neither, but I’ve heard from a friend that preschool teachers are stern and do not allow kids to soil their pants. Anyone who does that gets punished.“So when the teacher asks who soiled their pants, no one will admit to it.“Is it the truth, though? Obviously not. Only those who soiled their pants know the truth.”When Javier finished, Joey understood. She knew that Javier was implying that Jared had soiled his pants but refused to admit it. What she did not understand was how he could be so confident about it. Just as she

With Javier’s “treatment”, Evanna finally failed to hold herself back. Her instinct had made her let go of her self-restraint and prepare herself to take what was about to come. She could care less that she was currently in the office.Javier was thrilled when he saw the flushed Evanna get up from the chair. He knew that it was a success—he was definitely experiencing the woman’s sultriness and delicateness today.Just when Evanna was about to throw herself into his arms, looking dazed and passionate, hasty knocks came from the office door.The external factor woke Evanna up entirely, painting her redder like she was going to drip blood. She quickly turned the video off and smoothed her wrinkled clothes down as much as possible before she glared at Javier. “It’s all your fault, stupid Javier.”It sounded like a whiny admonishment, but there was no bite in Evann’s tone.Javier looked at Evanna, who was about to end up with him yet had gotten away in exasperation. There was nothing

Brazen—that was what Javier was. He kept the secretary in his arms and toyed with her. No matter how the secretary struggled, she was unable to escape his vice-like clutch.Tyler was trembling in rage. “You lawless b*stard!”Tyler was not one to only curse at Javier as he picked up the phone to call the security guards.Javier suddenly grabbed the secretary’s high heel and threw it out. The supposedly ordinary black-sequined high heel turned into a powerful weapon in Javier’s hand.Tyler did not even get to react when the eight-centimeter heel of the shoe stabbed his eye. He howled in pain right away, but it was in vain.For the sake of his convenience to do anything in the office and not let others hear it, he had specifically requested a soundproofed room. Unless one fired a gunshot in the office, those outside could hardly hear the noises in there.That was why his agonized cries did not get any attention. Javier’s bold advances on the secretary were the only thing he got in r

Bernadetta had once asked the doctor how long her father’s coma might last. The most likely estimate? A very pessimistic three years. And yet, Mr. James had awakened before his coma had even lasted three months. Bewildered, Bernadette rushed to the hospital, only to see that the doctor was just as puzzled by the change. According to the CT scan, the clots had disappeared completely, vanishing into thin air as though they had never existed, despite the fact that the scan a week ago had shown a grave number of clots! How could all of them be spontaneously removed in a week? One could only achieve that through surgery, and yet the doctor had never ordered one to be performed. So how had the clots just…disappeared this quickly? The doctor checked the old man’s head. Maybe he had forgotten performing the surgery. Unbelievable as it might sound, this hypothesis would at least be more plausible than the alternative. There were no scars anywhere, though, so there had not been an operat

Don’s mindset was simple enough. His father had warned him not to provoke Javier, right? Then that was exactly what he would do. Why? Why?! Because his special little kid was dead! Why did someone as talented as his son have to die, while a beta soyboy sh*tbag like Javier got to extend his life like a maggot?!Don was livid. Javier should have died—not Eliott! If Eliott had survived…Don steered his car straight to Javier’s residency. When the latter came out of the house, he found himself staring at Don, who got out of his car with a gaze so stormy that it baffled Javier. Why was he so pissed? Had this idiot found out that he had murdered his kid? Don dispelled any doubts regarding what he knew about his son’s killer soon enough. “What is the point of keeping a beta maggot like you alive, huh? So others can pretend to be white knights around you?! The more I look at you, the more your very being disgusts me. You’re a beta, doormat-level c*ck! My son was born a star with a future