Rex Lathwyn's Conquest

Chapter 6: Playboy of the western world

Los Angeles Airport Police Department~

Inside a small, windowless room with stark white walls and a metal door with a small window. There's a single fluorescent light overhead, and the only furniture is a metal bench attached to the wall. The room is bare and unwelcoming, but it's clean and well-lit. The overall feeling is one of sterility and isolation.

Rex, who was fuming with rage was seated on the bench.

His expression wasn't pleasant to the eyes.

He couldn't help but recall the scene in the airport, no matter how badly he tried to explain to the police, none of them listened to him.

Heck! They even refused to check the CCTV camera footage, making him, Rex feel that something fishy was going on.

Plus Grey's appearance there, he was 70% sure it was all Grey's handiwork.

"I do just want to murder that asshole." He let out in between his gritting teeth.

Just then, he spots a police officer walking past his cage, Without wasting time, Rex dashes towards the locked door and yells.

"Officer, please believe me! I believe this is a set-up by my enemies as I know nothing about that bag, If you really don't believe me then check the CCTV camera. I'm sure you will get the true story there."

"Sorry eh, young man. The video was deleted. A very rare case and that alone serves to make you more suspicious. We all have a feeling that it was not orchestrated by only you but by a gang and you. So you will be here for days till we get evidence." The officer replied and strode away, dismissing Rex's yell and curses.

Seeing the officer ignoring him, Rex with his shoulder slumped down walked back to his seat.

Upon sitting down he couldn't help but tremble at the thought of missing the conquest mission that will be shared with all the family +20s males.

_Sigh, is this how my dreams will end without it even starting? Why do I always end up in such tragic and shabby situations?_ He thought, depressingly.

"Hope you like your new cell Mr. Rex?" A voice, filled with contempt and pride asked, jolting Rex who was in deep thought.

Upon sighting the person who said those words, his expression couldn't help but morph into one of utter rage.

"Grey! I know this is all your doings!! You asshole what have I done wrong to deserve this?! Haven't you taken Silvia? Make the family acknowledge you and even being one of the wealthiest young playboys in the country?!!! What else do you want from me?! My life or what?!"

"Yo, yo, yo, chillax Rex. You really wish to know?" Grey asked, with a cold and arrogant smirk on his face. "It can be quite entertaining to see you in such a dishevelled state. I must confess though, that I do not think you deserve love or respect, for you are but a plaything to me. A poor soul with nought but false hopes and empty dreams. Let me guess, You want to leave the country and go chase your fantasy dreams abroad, earn money and come back for her right? Hehehe, if I'm not mistaken, that was probably your last dime and now that you've missed your flight it's lost for you. Now you will be detained with me accusing you falsely of doing drugs which might cause you to spend some time in here. I don't know what to say but this seems to be a nice ending because as I said earlier... Broke... Men... Deserve... No... Damn... Freaking... Love... Hahaha." With a burst of prideful laughter, Grey swaggered away, leaving Rex to deal with the effect of those words.

Meanwhile, Rex felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he listened to Grey's words. The humiliation and shame he felt were like a thousand daggers piercing his heart. His breath quickened and his chest heaved as he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted nothing more than to lash out, to scream and rage against the injustice of it all, but he knew that would only make things worse. Instead, he stood there, silent and seething, as he tried to process what had just happened.

_I was set up, I lost my chance of being a millionaire if not, a billionaire all because someone wished to toy with me? Hehehe, faith is such a bitch._

With such thought, he weakly went back to his seat, awaiting his final judgement or what faith had in store for him.

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The Next Day~

Crikiiiiing Klang.

Rex jolts awake by his cell door being unlocked.

"Rex, someone is here to bail you out." The man said, his tone clearly more respectful than the previous day.

Rex, curious as to who it might be, followed the officer out. As soon as he spotted the person he couldn't help but chuckle. Standing in front of him was his cousin, Oliver nicknamed: Playboy of the Western World.

He was about five and a half feet tall, with a lean, muscular build. His blonde hair was styled in a trendy, modern cut, and he had a cocky grin that gave off a playboy vibe. He was dressed in a designer suit that was clearly expensive, with flashy accessories like a designer watch and cufflinks. The way he carried himself suggested that he was used to being the center of attention and getting what he wanted. Despite his young age, he had a certain air of sophistication and confidence that made him seem much older.

"Yo The Tyrannical Tyrant Rex. It's been a while, miss me your bro?" Oliver let out as he opened his arms for a bear hug.

With a sigh, Rex gave him an embrace but the next thing Oliver said made him feel like it was a very bad idea.

"Eeeeeew, bro. You gotta take a shower before hugging me. You know I'm the playboy of the Western world and no girl will love a smelly playboy." Saying so with a matter-of-fact look, Oliver pulled out a perfume from his pocket and sprayed some on his body.

"Oliver, I will deal with you later but for now, take me home." The Tyrant, Rex said.