Earlier, when Sheiley had professed her love for him, Cory had laughed because of how preposterous she sounded. But right now, he didn't even know how to react. He didn't know which reaction would be the best to choose. If there was a little bit of information in his head, he might be able to get an idea of what to do next. But his blank head remained blank for the next few seconds. All he could tell was that Sheiley's lips kept running over his, smoothly and tenderly. She was kissing him with every urgency and affection he had ever gotten from her in the past. Cory's head that was blank suddenly was flooded by a lot of information. At this moment, he didn't know which to hold on to or which to throw away. The information was too much that he should have had a headache at that point. But the dopamine being released by the kiss countered the foul reaction. All of a sudden, he got a grip and held her up, pushing her face away from his. "What the hell, Sheiley!!! Have you lost your
Cory felt groundless. His gaze had moved away towards the leaving couple, yet he didn't feel any urge to hurt them anymore. He should beat them to death for causing him trouble and framing him, but he decided to let the foul feeling go. He shut his eyes. There was something else bothering him. There was something else that made him feel very disappointed. He could see Sheiley and Harry on their way out of the restaurant laughing. Eventually, they had left. Cory remained at the spot where he was. He didn't make a move. He didn't think it was necessary either. He sighed heavily. "Excuse me, sir." A sudden voice said next to him. He turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was one of the ladies who worked in the restaurant. "You've been standing here for quite a while. If you would love to make a reservation, please let me know. Otherwise, I'm afraid that I'll ask you to leave immediately." The lady said firmly yet politely. Cory didn't find a reason to be vexed at the lady. S
When Cory pulled over, there was a man standing at the entrance of the hotel. The man looked to be in his early forties, but he had a finer posture, and his frame was very bold. His presence was quite imposing, and his aura was graceful altogether. Although his gaze was solemn, he was looking from one angle to the other. There was curiosity running from one corner of his face to the other. He looked to be waiting to meet someone. Or perhaps he was expecting someone. When the man turned to the left and saw Cory, his face brightened, and he started to hurry towards Cory. When he got to Cory, he almost broke his neck as he bowed to the earth before him. "Don't be so weird, you fool! How can you bow like that?" Cory felt a little bit embarrassed by the manner at which the man was bowing to him. "Get up." Cory snapped. "Please let me remain like his. It's been forever since you called me. You asked me never to check on you or even trail you. How could I not be worried? And now that I
This felt like a simulation of a sort. It made absolutely no sense. Not even to Cory himself. He knew that he was mad. He was mad at the waiter who had knocked his phone off his hand and made it shatter almost into pieces. No one would be happy after something like that had happened. But even in the foul mood he had been plunged into, he could never have imagined killing someone out of it. Hence, why he was mute for the next few seconds. He really wanted to process what was happening at that moment, but he really couldn't place it. There were a lot of things to be worried about right now. There were a lot of things he had to sort out, yet he couldn't clear his head. A few of the worries revolved around what had just grown out of his arm. How did it happen? Neither the system nor the supreme god had ever told him that he was capable of doing something like this. He could never have imagined that he could transform his arm into a tentacle, let alone use it to behead someone. What t
"Boss?" Stephen asked, but the call had been dropped. Stephen just stared at the phone. He didn't know what to do at first. "Which airport?" He thought. He could count about forty-five airports in Emerald City. Which of them does he have to go? There are only five nearest airports from Viocot. In which of the airports could Cory be?Also, what the hell was Cory doing at an airport?! Stephen wished he could find answers to his questions. He redailed Cory's number. "Please answer the call. At least tell me which airport. Please, I beg of you boss." It would seem as though Cory could hear him from there. The call didn't go through. Cory would not answer even when it did go through. After a few seconds,[Ding! Utland airport.]When the message came in, Stephen couldn't have been any more grateful. He quickly climbed into his Lamborghini Urus and drove off. He was certain that in the next ten minutes, he would get there. Even if it meant that he would have the cops tailing him. Wel
Out of urgency and for the need of safety, Cory spun around to see who the owner of the voice was. There was a strange man standing in front of him. The man was wearing a loose top and a baggy pant. His shoes were way too gigantic for his small his legs, but there was something funny about his head. The shape of his head was something that would send Cory rolling on the floor if he was not shocked right now. Cory didn't want to be distracted by things like that. He continued to inspect this elderly man closely. He could swear on his life that he had never seen this man before. But this man had addressed him in a familiar manner. The man had addressed him as though they knew each other from somewhere. 'Could he be someone from the cathedral? One of the monks?' Cory thought. "Let's get to business then. I'm sure that you don't want to waste your time either." The man's tone was serious, compared to the funny state of his head. Cory remained standing where he was. The way this man
Emerald City. "This is preposterous!!!" A loud voice rang across the room. "How can you even spew such madness? Do you think we are a joke here?"The man who had raved jumped on his feet. He was wearing a sort of uniform that looked more military than civil, but was definitely not military. There were a group of other people seated opposite him. One of the other people was Stephen. Stephen kept a calm composure. His face was bland, and he was not looking at the man who was raving. His gaze was to the floor, staring in between his Loius Vuitton shoes. He was quite a fashionista. His mind was wandering. He was deep in thoughts. "Mr Governor. Mr Governor." A voice called. When the voice got to Stephen, he snapped out of the thoughts. A little part of him felt bad for getting carried away in a situation like that. If Cory heard this, he knew that Cory wouldn't be entirely pleased with him. "You seemed to be worried, Mr Governor." The middle-aged man who had just called the governor
Stephen climbed into the car. It was a hybrid car, and the setting of the backseat was set like that of a living room. It was very comfortable and balanced. As soon as Stephen settled into the car, the door was shut, and the driver drove off. The waitress who was wearing a simple gown was reluctant to look up at Stephen. It was hard to tell what was going through her mind. Stephen took a glance at her. When their eyes met, the lady dropped her head again. Stephen took a deep breath and then looked back to the front. He couldn't really see anything since there was a blind shielding the backseat from the rest of the car. The vehicle looked like something that could be used by the FBI to commence a very classified investigation. "You haven't told anyone about it, have you?" Stephen went straight to the point. The lady took a glance at him and then dropped her head again. From her reaction, it was obvious that that question was the last thing she had expected from him. "You have to