Mila turned to him; her eyes livened with curiosity. Murder was a serious accusation. Jason could see that she was torn between defending the accused, whom she had known longer. He felt his right hand shake as a haunting past threatened to rock him off his feet like a wild wave. Quickly, he grabbed his left wrist, stopping the tremors and hardening his gaze. "There's nothing to tell my 'girlfriend' because you are nothing but a stinking liar, Ander." Jason sucked in a breath. "Goodbye." He placed a hand on the small of Mila’s back and led her inside and away from the uncomfortable situation. Ander reached out to stop Jason from walking out on him, but he had recoiled on second thought. This restaurant screamed fancy. It was the last place to start a brawl in. Instead, Ander growled low. "Murderer." He followed them until halfway to their table and added, "You'll pay for what you did to my sister, you scumbag." Jason ignored Ander and took the table at a far corner inside the b

"Rick, can you imagine he just asked me to let him pay the money, and then he would make my life a living hell?" Ander fumed. Rick scoffed at Jason. "You? Pay that bill?" He pointed at the pad on the table that belonged to Ander and Mila, mocking Jason with his gaze. "Lol. When your card declines, I'm sure you would come grovelling at our feet, barking like the worthless dog that you are." When Layla finally drew to the scene, Jason ignored Rick, avoiding her gaze and turning to Kevin. He requested the bill for the two servings of the special dish Mila had ordered for his table. Kevin handed him his bill as all eyes watched. "Your bill is $60,000, sir." Jason walked back to his table and picked the briefcase he still carried with him. He opened it and brought out a wad of cash. "This is a 100k dollars. Keep the change." Jason handed it over to the waiter in cash, shocking everyone. Rick stuttered. "How—How do you have money? It's...It's not possible." The Jason that Ander

Jason and Mila strolled down the sidewalk, holding hands. It was already late in the afternoon, and the sun had gone down. "Did you see Ander's face when I winked at him?" Mila giggled. "I almost mistook him for a tomato because of how red his face turned." Jason laughed, too. They continued discussing about his classmates, who had made a fool of themselves. Then, suddenly, Mila asked. "But how, Jason? How did you go from the guy I know to this guy who's with me now?" "What do you mean?" Jason feigned ignorance. "You know what I mean." Mila glanced at him, swinging their locked hands. "Where did you get the money to pay off those loansharks?" Jason paused for a moment, coordinating his thoughts. "Oh, you mean this briefcase?" Mila stared at him pointedly. And he continued after her silence. "I didn't want to say it before, but I've been trying for years, and I finally won the lottery." "Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes, stopping in her tracks. "Of course, I am,"

The unknown account sent a reply to Jason's threat a split second later. "Who's this wannabe coming here to chase clout? You don't even have a single follower yet." More comments popped up in barely seconds as fans furiously typed on their phones. "I ain't supporting the guy who's slut shaming the Tiktok princess, but who's the other one??" Another fan said. "Lol. I think people shouldn't go around throwing blind threats." "I wish this was real life! This shit would have been on another level." "What a bully. Report reb.faulks account now!" "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Jason read the comments popping up. Most fans seemed neutral, but they didn't like the fact that he had no identity. He was barely hours old on the app, and he was already threatening to deal with another user. "The other sick guy should be banned from here! He's dragging her name in dirt." "Do Tiktok's community regulations on violence apply to comments on a live feed? Let's see what jay_storm is capable of!" "I'm

Jason returned to home page on his phone and even turned it off before tossing it on the bed. He approached the door, hesitating before he opened it halfway.“Hey, Mila. What’s up?”She spared a white smile, bringing up two bottles of wine and wiggling them before him. Jason breathed easily. She wasn’t here to call him out.He stepped out of her way, gesturing further into his room. Mila followed his hand and walked in while he closed the door behind her. Mila gave his room a once-over. “This is my first time in here. Not that it’s a surprise.“Did I live up to your expectations?” Jason raised his shoulders, not knowing what else to say.“I always knew you weren’t a slob. I wouldn’t have stayed here this long if you were.” Mila laughed, setting the two bottles of wine on the bed table and plopping down on his bed. “Whoa. It’s comfy.”“You don’t have to be polite when you don’t mean it.” “Agree to disagree. It’s my taste. Your bed feels warm and comfortable.”“It’s an old thing.” Jaso