"I'm sorry, their sudden cancellation of the business trip means I have to return home and cook," Justus apologized. At that moment, he felt an urge to kick his neighbor's aunt's family, but he managed to restrain himself. "It's alright, just come over whenever you can." He softened his voice, but the disappointment in Justus's expression was evident. Such disappointment was only natural, and as the call concluded, Justus felt even more aggrieved. Staring at his immaculate home, prepared in anticipation of Azaria coming over to cook, Justus couldn't shake the feeling that his efforts had been in vain due to the actions of the family across the way. "Butler, please investigate the background of the family living opposite me," Justus instructed his butler to find out what his neighbor's aunt's family had been up to recently, hoping to avoid another disappointment. The butler promptly complied, immediately relaying the gathered information to Justus. Azaria's uncle worked overseas an

Witnessing his inclusion in Azaria's three-person group chat, Justus felt a surge of satisfaction. Finally, he had successfully taken the initial step. Lunchtime passed quickly. Justus called the butler, inquiring about Azaria's aunt's work schedule and seeking advice on hacker-proof software. "Young master, has your phone been hacked? Should I report it to the authorities?" "No, someone just changed a few nicknames on my Snapchat." Reflecting on Daisy Bradford's actions, Justus found himself both amused and frustrated. He felt the urgency to find a solution. In a few years, Daisy Bradford's hacking skills would likely advance, making it difficult for Justus to protect his secrets. While talking to the butler, Justus's Snapchat buzzed once more. Instinctively, he opened the app, finding that Daisy Bradford had sent some old photographs. They seemed strangely familiar, and upon closer inspection, the child in the pictures appeared to be him. Senior Daisy: You were adorable as a chi

Relaxed on the plush couch, Justus felt sleepiness creeping in after a satisfying meal. His attention drifted to Azaria, immersed in an ancient-looking book she had taken from her bag. Intrigued, he tried to read the book's title, perplexed by Azaria's seemingly old-fashioned choice. It puzzled him that Azaria, a modern high school student, was engrossed in such archaic literature. In a typical scenario, she would have followed the conventional high school routine — attending classes, developing crushes, and so forth. "What? Curious?" Azaria caught Justus' gaze and playfully waved the book, prompting her question. Justus shook his head, stifling a yawn. "No, just looking at the book's title makes me sleepy. I'd doze off if I tried reading it." With that, he subtly shifted closer to Azaria, hoping to lessen the distance between them. Sensing Justus getting nearer, Azaria hesitated but refrained from moving away. Despite her instincts urging her to retreat, she allowed Justus to dra

Justus abandoned the idea of seeking help in the simplest way. If the butler had no intention of perishing with him, Justus believed he could find a way out using his skills. He pretended to continue dozing off, and the butler visibly relaxed, gripping the steering wheel and driving further into the outskirts. It was already midnight, and beyond the suburbs were only undeveloped, abandoned factories. When Justus pretended to open his eyes, he saw thugs approaching the car from outside. Leading them was Raiden Dominguez, his once handsome face now marred with various scars, giving him a menacing appearance. He spotted Justus and smirked cruelly, as if he had been waiting for him there for a long time. "Justus, long time no see." "Raiden, it has indeed been a while." Justus remained casual, displaying no signs of being the kidnapped victim. Several others beside him brandished machetes, putting him in a vulnerable position. Raiden Dominguez continued, "Don't worry, I'm not here to

Azaria's voice remained calm, but beneath its composure lay a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down Justus's spine. The idea of outmaneuvering Azaria felt as daunting as planning her downfall. Justus felt a pang of unease, his brows furrowing in response. Azaria casually asked, "So, are you coming? We haven't had a proper conversation in ages." There was a glint of anticipation in her eyes, her proactive approach both intriguing and challenging for Justus. He feigned hesitation, managing a smile, "I'm genuinely worried my father might break my legs." Azaria's smile deepened with meaning, "Don't worry, soon enough, no one will dare to harm you." That smile carried an unspoken message, making Justus wonder if Azaria had started her company early in high school because of him. However, he kept such self-indulgent thoughts to himself. Seeing Azaria's expression returning to normal, he abandoned the earlier domineering CEO facade and teased, "Azaria, have you been reading the roman