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
After waiting for about half an hour, Azaria finally arrived, carrying a bag as if she intended to study with Justus. With a swift motion, Justus locked the door, a smile breaking free despite his attempts to control it. In the past, if Azaria had been confined in such a situation, Justus might have harbored dark thoughts, considering drastic measures. But now, everything had changed. Justus was filled with joy; his plan, meticulously crafted over half a month, had finally succeeded. He had secured this moment alone with Azaria. "Your smile is a bit unnerving, Justus," Azaria remarked, undisturbed by Justus's peculiar laughter. She had grown accustomed to Justus's shifting moods: moments of contemplation, seriousness, and now, an oddly foolish grin. Despite its peculiarity, Azaria felt no sense of danger. Instead, in this space, she strangely found a sense of security. She was accepting this somewhat peculiar friend before her, who harbored no ill intentions toward her. Witnessing
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
The chaos continued unabated. Azaria's composure remained serene as she scanned the crowd, her eyes eventually finding Justus in the audience. A faint smile played on her lips, as if silently communicating a message. Then, Kason Savage gracefully positioned himself at the piano, filling the air with enchanting melodies. Azaria's voice, pure and ethereal, blended seamlessly with the elegant tune. "But all you want is not my heart..." Listening, Justus felt a wave of confusion wash over him. The melody and lyrics were not unfamiliar, but what astounded him was that the song Emmett Rutledge couldn't sing was now beautifully performed by Azaria. Despite lingering questions about Kason Savage, Azaria's singing held every ear captive. The audience fell silent, enveloped in the cheerful love song, intensifying the atmosphere. Beside him, Lilyana asked eagerly, "Justus, who do you think Azaria likes?" Justus found the topic uncomfortable. "What are you talking about? Azaria can't possibl
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
Even if the Wallace family wasn't lacking in funds, Justus wouldn't tolerate anyone threatening him in this manner. He continued to enjoy his breakfast. The butler, sounding puzzled, asked, "Young master, is the soup to your liking today?" Justus glanced down and realized he had finished all the plain soup. He smiled and remarked, "It's quite good, but it's missing a bit of a bloody taste." The butler trembled at his words, unable to comprehend their meaning. Justus chuckled and walked away. Returning to his room, he planned to don his school uniform and casually attend the art festival as originally intended, then discreetly eliminate the butler following Raiden Dominguez. Despite Derek Wallace's previous disdain, Justus couldn't resist the urge to open the long-neglected cabinet. Inside, he found meticulously crafted outfits, each tailored by renowned fashion designers exclusively for him. After a moment of contemplation, Justus decided to ask Azaria for her opinion. Justus: Wha
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
Amidst the night's chaos, nobody was aware. After a half-day of classes, Justus had initially planned to return to the company, focusing on the internal testing preparations for 'Pinnacle.' However, his attention abruptly shifted to strategizing with Azaria. Justus made an impromptu decision to alter his plans on the spot. Daisy Bradford, with her icy demeanor intact, finished her meal and then messaged Justus, inquiring about his needs. "Could you assist me in eavesdropping on my butler Marco Trevino's phone?" Justus asked. Daisy Bradford looked even more puzzled, struggling to understand Justus's sudden interest in his family's butler. Unable to divulge the imminent danger he faced from Marco Trevino, the butler, Justus crafted a casual excuse, "Here's the situation: the butler's wife and I are quite friendly. She approached me suspecting her husband, Mr. Trevino, of having an affair. He frequently stays out late and carries the scent of another woman." Daisy Bradford relished t