“Gerald, are you busy later?” Naomi asked, when Gerald took her call.“Who, me? No, I’m not busy!” He was sending Queta back to campus. Once she was in class, he’d obviously be free.“Oh. I’ve found you some side income. A thousand bucks for a day’s work. It’s a simple job: Felicity needs a driver. I know you’re not hurting for money these days, but a little extra scratch never hurts, right? What do you say?” Naomi presented the proposal delicately.She knew he’d just about used up his windfall already, but she spoke with tact nevertheless as she was also aware that Gerald had become an image-conscious person. He’d even developed a taste for fine clothes!But for all that, he was still a bro and nothing had changed that between them.Honestly, when Felicity’s name came up, Gerald had wanted to decline—not least because he knew Yvonne and Cassandra would probably also be involved. It would be a madhouse, being caught between those chattering hens.Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to
“Yes. You’re right. Of course.” Gerald just nodded away compliantly.There was no point in arguing. He’d let them talk.Next, they brought him to the car rental company, where they collected the Mercedes-Benz, and set out for Wayfair Mountain Entertainment.Now they were back on track.Gerald had to open the door politely for Felicity to step out from the car. The other girls followed after and they were all greeted warmly by the staff at the villa.Why was the villa showing such consideration for Exceptional Live?It was simple: though neither Exceptional Live nor that upcoming Yorknorth Mountain event was that big a deal, the sponsors behind them were. Ultimately, Michael Zeke was trying to put on a show to impress Gerald Crawford.As she posed for the photographers, Felicity turned and muttered under her breath to Gerald, who had been about to follow them inside, “Very good, Gerald. Now take the car to the parking lot and wait for us there. You’d best stay clear of the event
“What’s the big news?”Gerald froze. However, hearing that his sister would be coming, he thought back to one year ago, when she and both his parents had gone abroad to work off some debts, and how he’d never seen them since. This was a truly exciting prospect.Of course, that was just a story they’d made up to tell him.“Ahahaha…you’ll find out when I tell you! Alright, eat your dinner!”Doot… doot…With that, Jessica had hung up.Zack Lyle and Michael Zeke were turning pale. “Mr Crawford? Will Director Jessica be coming here?”“Yup, that’s right!” Gerald replied. “Three days from now! No idea why!”The two men looked as though they were going to be ill. They must be terrified of his sister.Next, Gerald had dinner with them and talked about simpler things.Three or four hours crawled slowly by.“I say, where are you, Gerald?” Felicity just called him directly. She sounded most displeased.Gerald checked the time. Whoops, it was already well past eight!There was a rule at
Yvonne burst into laughter. Cassandra, who had been standing beside Yvonne, started acting slightly awkwardly. The truth was, that inside, she was filled with jealousy. “And you counselor, what kind of future husband are you looking for?” Yvonne repeated her question. “I’m just looking for someone humble. A solemn and mature man who is sensible as well as knowledgeable. Not to sound overly materialistic, but he should also be a well-to-do man since we, as women, will be relying on them for support for the rest of our lives.” Cassandra ended her explanation with a faint smile. Another burst of laughter escaped Yvonne’s mouth. “So what you’re saying is that you’re looking for someone like Ordinary Man. After all, he’s just a regular person who’s a bit more sensible and solemn. Speaking of which, what do you think he looks like? Handsome? Or could he just be some ugly person?” “Definitely not ugly!” “Far from ugly!” Both Cassandra and Felicity yelled in unison after Cass
“A new branch? When was it established? I’ve heard nothing about it…” The gears in Cassandra’s head began to grind. Something about all of this seemed suspicious. Earlier when they were still in Flynn’s territory, the bodyguard had told them that Flynn wanted to treat them to a meal at Homeland Kitchen as an apology. Cassandra didn’t think much of it. After all, she saw the familiar Rolls-Royce before her eyes. Because of that, they just went along with the bodyguard. However, seeing that they were now going west of the city, more and more alarms in Cassandra’s head were going off. The west of the city was a factory zone. Very few entertainment centers would be there. Why would anyone consider establishing a Homeland Kitchen branch there? “It opened just a few days ago. The chef there’s quite the prodigy at cooking. Mr. Lexington’s told me that he’s hosting this feast with you in mind since he wasn’t able to serve you well at the Emperor,” said the driver. “That’s nice
“Humph! Tie them all up while we wait for the boss’s next order!” shouted one of the men. Cassandra and the others were then dragged into the building before being tied to some chairs. “They’re all so beautiful! If the boss enjoys himself today, maybe we’ll get to have some fun with them too!” A guard laughed with a cruel smirk on his face. “That can wait. Let’s make sure the boss receives a warm welcome first! You three remain upstairs to stand guard over them. Until the boss arrives, suppress your sexual urges. If he finds out about it, you’ll definitely be castrated!” The three chosen subordinates nodded respectfully as the rest of the men descended the stairs. The women were extremely beautiful and, fearing that they might kiss them if they looked at them for too long, the three men decided it was best not to look at them at all. They squatted down by the door and began playing games on their phones. “Psst… Hey, Naomi. Did you manage to get the call across earlier? How
Inside the Emperor Karaoke Bar’s office, the mood was heavy. “We’ve pinpointed the exact location, Mr. Crawford. After tracing Miss Milton’s last call, we found that it was made outside an incomplete factory, west of the city,” explained Michael. “Mr. Crawford!” shouted Zack as he burst through the office’s door. “We’ve run some investigations on the gangsters in Mayberry City and the Rye group. According to our spies, Jack had been acting strangely tonight. Earlier at eight, he had held a dinner party with a few others, including a few business-focused bosses from Mayberry City. In between meals, he would leave the table a lot to make calls. It was also found that his subordinates had drugged the wine beforehand. About ten minutes ago, his driver picked him up and his final destination was the same factory Miss Milton last called from!” Zack reported. Gerald had a confused look on his face. “Mr. Lyle… How do you know so much about them?” Zack smiled. “The truth is, Mr. Crawf
With Ordinary Man on their side, the girls had thought that they could do anything they wanted in Mayberry. None of them had ever anticipated that they would end up being in such a hopeless situation. They were all frightened half to death at the thought of getting r*aped. “Boss! There’s a call for you!” called out a subordinate. “I’m not answering that, can’t you see I’m busy?” Jake scowled as he shed his clothes off. “But…” The bodyguard then whispered the rest of what he wanted to say into Jake’s ear. “…What?” A sense of nervousness quickly filled Jake. “Why is he calling me now?” Jake wasn’t in any position to refuse the call. Gulping down, he braced himself as he answered the call. “…Did you misunderstand me? How is this possible? I-” “Cease your nonsense. Your subordinates downstairs are under me now. Release them immediately Jake, or you’re meeting death early today!” The person’s voice on the other end of the line was frigid. Jake gulped. At that moment, f