There is no other exchange between The Grim Reaper and Jordan as The Grim Reaper suddenly taps his foot and darts at Jordan with a destructive force that obliterates everything that comes into contact with the cloud as he moves.However, in the face of this impending danger, instead of reacting, Jordan remains sitting, utterly unfazed. He doesn't even bother to lift his gaze toward the approaching cloud, let alone see through it. Instead, he nonchalantly retrieves his button phone and begins playing a game.Seeing this, The Grim Reaper's face darkens drastically. "Punk, die with your arrogance!" He hollers and raises his fist, which emerges from the cloud, targeting Jordan's head with a powerful strike.But at this moment, just as the punch is on the brink of landing squarely on Jordan's head, he abruptly raises his index finger.BOOM! The impact of The Grim Reaper's punch against Jordan's finger sends shockwaves through the entire area. Jordan's finger remains steady and unyielding,
It's a beautiful morning...Jordan is roused from his peaceful slumber by the insistent beeping of his phone. "Hmm," he groans as he reaches out to end the call, tossing the phone away. He had a long day yesterday, and even upon returning to his Paradise, while others rested, his fingers danced across the piano keys. It's safe to say that it hasn't been more than two hours since he finally retired for the night, and now it's already a full-fledged morning. How infuriating.BEEPBEEPAfter a while, Jordan's phone begins ringing yet again. "Fucking phone," Jordan curses as he reluctantly drags himself out of bed to answer the call on the third ring."Greetings, Sire," Arthur's cheerful voice comes from the other end."It had better be important, Smith, or I'll have your head on a platter," Jordan breathes.There is silence on the other end for a while before Arthur speaks in a deeply apologetic tone, "I'm sorry for waking you up, Sire. If it could have waited, I wouldn't have called t
"Good Morning to you too, Mr. Steele," bypassing Ethan's question, Margaret says with a light smile as she shuts the door and makes her way into the room, taking a seat on the wooden chair beside him. "Looking at your face, I assume you also didn't blink at all last night, right?" She asks."Right," Ethan doesn't deny it as he retorts. "I lost my only son, how could I possibly enjoy the leisure of sleep?""Hmm," Margaret hums. "Is that the only reason you didn't sleep at all last night?" She shoots him a scrupulous look.Ethan arches a brow, asking solemnly, "What are you driving at?"Margaret leans forward slightly, her expression serious as she replies, "Well, Mr. Steele, I didn't sleep because not only did I lose my husband, becoming a widow in my late thirties, but also because the murderer of my husband still lives. I'm trying to know if you also didn't think in that direction regarding your son throughout the night."Ethan takes a deep breath, squashing the light of the cigaret
It's late morning...Jordan walks out of his Paradise. At this moment, the Paradise has been restored to its former state. The damaged wall has been reconstructed and the gate replaced with an identical one, making it difficult to discern that the previous gate was ever damaged. Even the stone statue has been rebuilt, the holes covered, and the fallen trees cleared away. Everything appears as good as new, as if the events of the previous night never occurred.Jordan merely gives everything a brief, subtle glance before proceeding on his way. However, after taking just a few steps, Arthur's Rolls Royce Phantom pulls up in front of him. Arthur pops his head out and gestures respectfully, "Please hop in, Sire."Jordan arches an eyebrow, puzzled as to why Arthur, who was meant to send him the meeting location and get on with his daily activities, is now offering him a ride. Nevertheless, he says nothing, opening the backdoor and settling in comfortably."Sire, those staff are unaware of y
An hour later...Jordan sits confidently on the master couch, a glass of wine in his hand and his legs crossed. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the room, only Benjamin is left sitting. The rest of the high-level executives appear to have already departed. At this moment, Benjamin, who usually exudes arrogance, is sitting quietly with his hands folded between his thighs and his gaze lowered to the floor. His body is drenched with sweat and there are traces of blood on his lips and bruises on his cheeks.Clearly, so many things had happened in the space of that one hour."I promise, I'm not a traitor!" As if controlled by a sudden force, Benjamin raises his head slightly and cries out, his voice and body quivering. "Please, believe me, Chairman! I've never had any intentions of betraying the company. I've always been a loyal servant of the company and only engage in the things that will bring glory to the company.""Is that so?" Jordan asks, his voice markedly distinct from his us
"I asked you a question, or do you want me to repeat myself?" Jordan asks indifferently, ignoring Benjamin's reaction and question."Uhm," sudden large beads of sweat form on Benjamin's forehead, trickling down his cheeks, all the way to the floor. Who would have guessed that the young man he hired a few days ago and was treating any way he pleased would end up being his boss?At this unbelievable realization that feels like something out of a movie, he is suddenly flooded with flashbacks of Jordan's previous behaviors and he can't help but realize what a fool he had been. Although, considering Jordan's extraordinary ability at keeping a low profile, he wouldn't have been able to deduce his true identity, at the very least, he would have figured out that he was someone of significance.All the signs had been there, but he had chosen to overlook them because he never thought Jordan could be anyone of significance. First, there was the fact that Arthur had personally submitted Jordan's a
In the opulent surroundings of Opulence Heights, inside Starwood Apparels, Anderson sits in his luxurious relaxing room with a deep frown etched across his face."Didn't you claim to have absolute certainty about the information you provided me with?" His gaze bores into the figure standing before him as he erupts in anger. "I assigned you a simple mission—to keep an eye on the little protege and determine the accuracy of the news about his company's crisis. Yet, with all your skills and expertise, you let a little boy outsmart you! "Are you not ashamed of yourself?" He grabs the glass of wine in front of him, downing its contents in one gulp. "Ah!" Dropping the glass with a loud thud, he hisses loudly, his veins pulsating.In the face of Anderson's anger, the figure stands in silence, not daring to even breathe loudly lest he provokes Anderson further."Sir Anderson, the mistake has already been made. Please, you should calm down so we can discuss our next course of action," Anders
"Not bad," Jordan nonchalantly shrugs, not giving Benjamin the leisure to think that they are now on good terms or whatever it is he must be thinking. "But it's not sufficient."Benjamin's grin instantly disappears. "But...""I know what you did and what I said," Jordan abruptly cuts him off."Chairman," Benjamin sucks his teeth, sadness clouding his expression. He had put in his best performance just to please Jordan, but now Jordan claims he had not done enough. What more could he do?"Alright," he sighs deeply, asking sullenly, "What else do I need to do, Chairman?""For now, nothing more," Jordan replies, "but understand that after your just concluded performance, you've become a valuable asset to that man so you must remain at the peak of your acting abilities at all times. And let me make this clear: if you ever entertain the thought of betraying me, I'll kill you before you know it. You obviously know I don't bluff. From now on, you exist only to serve me. Your life and death is