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After what felt like day's.Jason and Summer’s father emerged from the lab, their laughter echoing through the house like old friends who had rediscovered a forgotten bond. Jason’s sleeves were rolled up, a faint smear of residue on his hand from the lab work, but his expression was calm and satisfied. Summer’s father, however, looked rejuvenated, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.Summer sat at the dining table, sipping on a glass of water. The hazy remnants of the drug had finally left her system, and her mind felt clearer than it had in hours. She looked up in surprise at the sound of their laughter, her brows furrowing in confusion. It had been years since she had seen her father laugh like that—an easy, genuine laugh that seemed to breathe life into his weary demeanor.Jason walked into the room first, casually wiping his hands on a paper towel. Her father followed close behind, his face alight with enthusiasm. He seemed ten years younger, his eyes sparkling with
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At that moment Jason leaned back on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he spoke, his tone steady. “I’ll contribute to your medical project, Summer. If you can make a breakthrough, there won’t be any reason for you to quit school. You can chase your dreams and still help your family.”Summer, standing at the doorway, looked at him with a mix of gratitude and hesitation.she didn't understand what Jason, really want to help them, to the point he want to offer them the little money he has. “Jason, you don’t have to do that. You’ve already done so much.”Jason gave her a faint smile. “It’s not just for you. It’s for everyone you could help with that breakthrough. Don’t throw away your dreams so easily, Summer.”Her lips parted as if to argue, but she caught herself. Instead, she nodded, her eyes softening. “Thank you, Jason. Really.”With that, she left the room, her mind swirling with possibilities and doubts. Jason, feeling a sense of resolve, let his eyes close, exhaustion pul
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 153
Summer's father walked into the testing room, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. The room was sleek and modern, filled with fifty carefully selected customers—PB Design's most valued patrons. These weren’t just any customers; they were influencers, beauty bloggers, and long-time advocates of the brand, people whose opinions could shape the future of a product.The CEO, a sharp-dressed woman with a commanding presence, stepped forward, addressing the room with a practiced smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today,” she began. “As our most trusted customers, we value your input immensely. Today, we’re doing something a little different. We have two exciting new formulas, and instead of the board deciding, we’re letting you choose which one will represent PB Design’s next big breakthrough.”The room buzzed with whispers of intrigue. Summer’s father noticed the customers exchanging curious glances, some leaning forward with interest. The young m
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At that moment Summer’s father froze in his chair, his mind reeling as the CEO’s words sank in. He had come here expecting a celebration, a chance to finally turn his hard work into something meaningful. Instead, he was being blindsided by politics and elitism.“I don’t understand,” Summer’s father said slowly, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Didn’t my product just outperform his? The customers voted for it, not because of a name or a background, but because it works, you all saw it.”At that moment the CEO sighed, leaning back in his leather chair. His expression was calculated, almost pitying. “Mr. Parker, let me be frank. The product is excellent—there’s no denying that. But in our industry, excellence isn’t enough. Marketability is just as important, if not more so. If we announce that the Parker name is behind this, it won’t create the same buzz as attaching the Cater family name.”“So you’re saying my hard work, my formula, is being overlooked because I don’t come from a wea
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Summer’s father stared in disbelief as the security men surrounded him, their imposing figures blocking his path. His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and frustration as he turned back to face the CEO. “You call yourselves innovators? You’re nothing but thieves hiding behind a corporate logo!” His words echoed through the conference room, but they were met with cold indifference.Hearing Summer father words the CEO leaned back in his chair, smirking as he adjusted his tie. “Mr. Parker, let me make this clear: PB Design owns the resources, the reputation, and the market. You, on the other hand, are just a disgraced scientist with no standing. We don’t need your permission to move forward with our product.”At that moment Summer’s father clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening as he felt his anger surge. “That formula is mine! You’re stealing my work!”Immediately the CEO chuckled mockingly. “Correction: it was yours. But you used our facilities, our tools, and our resource
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 156
Hearing what Jason just said.Hazel’s mind raced, her face flushing with frustration and embarrassment as Jason’s grip on her wrist tightened. She glared at him, trying to pull away, but his strength left her rooted in place.“Let me go, Jason,” she hissed, her voice low enough to avoid drawing further attention but sharp enough to convey her growing anger. “You’ve already done enough damage by lying, I know you don't have any car, and my father too doesn't have the one everyone will be expecting..”She then paused.“ I thought you will just find a way to get me out here, then you decide to add to my mess.”However Jason didn’t even look at her, his eyes fixed on the street ahead. “Not until the ride gets here,” he said firmly, his tone calm but unyielding.At that moment her friends, who were still loitering by their expensive cars, snickered at the scene. “What ride?” Mia called out, leaning lazily against her Mercedes. “Why didn’t you come with it in the first place, huh? Or did
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The murmurs and side glances intensified as the boys stepped closer to Jason, their skepticism evident. At that moment One of them, the tall one with the flashy watch, folded his arms and sneered, “Yeah, sure. It’s a Rolls Royce, but how do we know it’s yours? Maybe you’re just the driver, borrowing it for a quick show.”Immediately another chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery, “Exactly my thoughts. Anyone can hold a key. Prove it actually belongs to you.”At that moment Hazel’s stomach churned. She clenched her fists by her sides, her earlier sense of awe at the Rolls Royce now replaced with a growing knot of anxiety. She darted a glance at Jason, trying to read his expression. What if they were right? What if Jason wasn’t the owner? She knew he wasn’t wealthy—how could he possibly afford a car that cost more than some houses? Her mind spun with the thought of the humiliation that would follow if this all turned out to be a bluff.Jason, however, remained unfazed. He leaned ca
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At that moment Jason leaned back against the car, his expression calm and almost unreadable. “The car isn’t mine,” he said with a small shrug, his tone casual. “It belongs to a friend. The papers I showed earlier? they were Fake. At least now your reputation is safe.”Immediately Hazel blinked, her jaw slack for a moment as she processed his words. “You’re telling me,” she started, pointing at the car, “that this whole thing was… fake?”Jason nodded, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes,” he said, “you have to play the part to fix things.”At that moment Hazel didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or yell. She had genuinely believed, for a fleeting moment, that Jason was some hidden prodigy—a big shot who was secretly powerful and wealthy. Now, it turned out to be another of Jason’s clever tricks. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms. “You’re more cunning than I thought.”At that moment Jason’s phone buzzed in his pocket, interruptin
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At the Private Dinner TableThe weight of Jason’s words settled over the room like a storm brewing on the horizon.No one spoke for a second—not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t know how to respond.Rio Grade Design.That wasn’t just any company.That was the company.A fortress of exclusivity.A place where money, family influence, and powerful connections meant nothing.You either earned your way in—or you were nobody to them.And yet, Jason just said he had connections there.A sharp laugh broke the silence.Dry. Disbelieving.The guy in the navy suit, who had been questioning Jason all night, shook his head.“Do you even hear yourself?” he scoffed, leaning forward.His eyes gleamed with frustration, like he was trying to convince himself Jason was lying.“No one has connections in Rio Grade Design.”A few people nodded, murmuring in agreement.A girl in gold silk folded her arms.“That company doesn’t allow outsiders to pull strings. That’s their whole reputati
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At the Private Dinner TableThe weight of Jason’s words settled over the room like a storm waiting to break.The laughter was gone.The mocking smirks had disappeared.Now, there was only stunned silence.Because if what Jason was saying was true…Then he wasn’t just some random junior.He was someone who had walked into DF Shopping Mall, dropped five million dollars in cash, and walked out with a dress that had been untouched for years.A dress that even the richest among them wouldn’t dare to touch.The murmurs spread.A few people leaned toward each other, whispering.Camila could see it—the doubt, the disbelief, but also… the curiosity.They wanted to challenge him.They wanted to tear the story apart.But the problem was… they couldn’t.Because the rumor was real.Everyone in their world had heard it—that someone had bought the DF symbol dress for five million dollars in cash.And now—Jason was saying it was him.Someone finally broke the silence.A guy in a gray suit, his voice
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At the Private Dinner TableThe air remained thick even after everyone sat back down.Jason could feel it.The way their eyes still lingered on him, waiting, expecting him to slip.Camila’s defense had stopped them—for now.But it hadn’t changed their minds.They still thought he was a fraud.A scammer.And now, they wanted proof.The guy in the navy suit smirked, tapping his finger against the rim of his wine glass.“So, Jason.” His voice was smooth, calculated. “Since you were keeping a low profile, prove it.”A few people nodded in agreement.Some even leaned forward slightly, intrigued.Jason could tell—they weren’t just asking.They were challenging him.Because if he failed to prove himself here, whatever respect he had gained would vanish instantly.Camila crossed her arms, irritation flickering in her gaze.“Seriously?” she scoffed.“You just asked him all these questions, accused him of being a con artist, and now you want proof? What, are we in court?”A few people chuckled
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At the Private Dinner TableThe pressure in the room was thick.Jason was being scrutinized, tested.Camila could feel it—the weight of their stares, the unspoken challenge in their words.They weren’t just curious.They wanted to see him fail.To prove that he was nothing.Her fingers tightened slightly around her fork.Then—she cleared her throat.Loud enough for everyone to hear.“Alright, that’s enough.”Her voice was firm, sharp.The entire table paused.Camila leaned forward slightly, her eyes scanning each of them.“This isn’t an interview for my boyfriend. This is my pre-birthday party.”Her tone hardened.“Why the hell are you all asking him these questions? Are you trying to say I’m lying?”A heavy silence followed.For a moment, no one spoke.Then, someone sighed, shaking their head.“No one’s saying that, Camila. We were just curious.”A few people nodded, pretending to back off.Camila could tell—they weren’t dropping it.They were just changing tactics.And sure enough—
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At the Private Dinner TableThe atmosphere shifted the moment Jason stood up.No hesitation. No nerves. Just pure confidence.Camila's classmates exchanged glances, some amused, some intrigued.“Wait, is he actually serious?” someone murmured.A girl in a wine-colored dress covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “He’s really going to play?”Somebody in a navy suit, the one who had pulled up the video, leaned back in his chair, smirking.“This should be interesting.”Jason didn’t acknowledge any of them.His movements were calm, calculated.He walked toward the sleek, black keyboard that had just been brought in.The hotel staff carefully positioned it, making sure it was properly set up.The air was thick with anticipation.Some expected him to fail.Others just wanted to see what he’d do.Camila, however, was holding her breath.Her thoughts raced.Jason had never played the piano in front of her.He had never even mentioned it.So… was he bluffing?Was this just another act of defian
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Outside the Private SuiteCamila walked up to Jason, her posture poised as always, but there was a slight stiffness in her movements.She exhaled softly before speaking.“Jason, I’m sorry.”Jason tilted his head slightly, his eyes calm and unreadable.“For what?”Camila hesitated for just a fraction of a second before answering.“For not telling you about the pre-birthday party.”Jason let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.“There’s nothing to apologize for.”Camila’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing something off in his tone.Then Jason spoke again, his voice calm, distant.“Our relationship is fake anyway.”Her fingers curled slightly.Something about the way he said it—like it was a fact, like it was obvious—bothered her.Not because he was mistaken.But because lately, she had started to forget that.She had gotten used to him.To having him around.To the way he never tried to impress her, never treated her like she was above him.And yet, here he was—reminding her.Camila to
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Jason leaned back slightly, his expression still unreadable.“Camila didn’t tell me.”Camila’s grandfather exhaled, shaking his head.“Of course, she didn’t,” he muttered. “That girl only thinks about herself sometimes.”Jason remained silent.The old man continued, his tone firmer now.“She left this morning to join her classmates for the pre-birthday party.”Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly.She had already gone ahead without saying a word to him?Camila had always been impulsive, but something about this still felt off.Her grandfather, as if sensing his thoughts, leaned forward.“I want you to be there, Jason.”His voice was not a request.Jason met his gaze. “Why?”The old man exhaled again, this time more slowly. “Last year, when Camila’s classmates held this pre-birthday celebration, everyone came with their boyfriend or girlfriend.”His eyes darkened slightly.“Everyone… except Camila.”Jason said nothing, but he could already see where this was going.“She was the only one ther
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At that moment Jason leaned back slightly, his gaze calm, unwavering.“I’ll pay the amount,” he said smoothly. “But on one condition.”The CEO raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Jason’s smirk deepened. “You have to announce publicly that someone purchased the dress for thirty million dollars.”At that A beat of silence followed.Then—The woman’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.The room itself felt heavier.For the first time in their conversation, she didn’t respond immediately.Instead, she studied him carefully, as if trying to find a crack in his confidence.Did he really have that kind of money?Did he even flinch at the price?No.He was completely composed.As if thirty million dollars was nothing.Her fingers lightly tapped against her armrest as she exhaled slowly.“…Interesting,” she murmured.Jason didn’t blink. “So? Is it a deal?”The woman was silent for another second—then, surprisingly, she reached out her hand.Jason took it.They shook hands.It wasn’t just an agreem
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At that moment Jason leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, almost amused.“How much are you willing to pay for me to return the dress?”The CEO studied him for a moment, then smirked.“I’ll give you two million dollars.”Jason raised an eyebrow. “Two million?”She nodded. “You’ve already taken all the praise for buying it. Giving you the full amount would be a loss for me.”At that moment Jason exhaled lightly, as if he found the situation ridiculous.Then, he shook his head. “That won’t work for me.”The woman arched a brow. “Oh? And why not?”Jason’s gaze didn’t waver. “Because if people see that the dress is back in the store in less than a day,” he said smoothly, “then I’d be the biggest loser of them all.”His tone was calm, but firm.The CEO’s smirk faltered slightly.Jason continued, his voice dropping just a notch lower. “If you really want the dress back, give me ten million dollars, and I’ll hand it over.”The scene went silent.For a moment, there was nothing but
