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The Revenger's System 59. Objective Three: Florent Fired
It came like a summer breeze. Ryan thought, ‘TEETS, I know what I want from him now.’[Please state your objective.]‘I want to make Florent to be fired from his agency.’[Understood.][Objective 3: Make Florent be fired from Bloeu Agency.]And to make that into reality, Ryan turned on his heels and left the 9th Fashion Show’s gate. To achieve his objective, he shouldn’t be seen here. Let Florent and the others think he left, when in reality, he just rounded the corner and went inside a nondescript café.After grabbing a cup of plain black, he sat on the corner of the slow-hour café and checked with TEETS. ‘Let me see my abilities’ progress.’___[Status]Name: Rayven AshfordAge: 27Goal: Revenge on the Host’s in-laws and old family.Targets:- Robbert Crowne (Achieved)- Marissa Crowne (Objective Not Submitted)<
The Revenger's System 60. Unveiled Tongue
The 9th Fashion Show looked like any other of its kind.Dimn ballroom with overhead lights casting the runway in a cold, bluish color. The midnight blue curtains part for each model. A Strobe of lights danced on either side, matching the background's slow beat.Pretty people in fancy clothes sat on the chairs along the runway's sides, perhaps celebrities and the riches. He might not be able to name even one of them, but Ryan could tell that none seemed friendly. He had proved it by saying hello to the woman sitting next to him with big busts and overly-done ginger hair. She didn't even bat an eye, preferring to look ahead with a perfect smile on her heavy makeup face.Sighing, Ryan did the same. The models on the runway were as tall as a lamp post, with long legs and curvaceous bodies. He didn't think three hours were enough to do their hair alone, let alone apply some of their bold makeup. Here, he wasn't talking about bright red and gold eyeliners but more lik
The Revenger's System 61. Conversation Behind the Curtains
Florent was hiding something.Through his conversation – or implicit interrogation – with Henry Bloeu, the designer and owner of Florent's agency, Ryan learned that his little brother-in-law was doing something despicable.With his Unveiled Tongue activated, Ryan could force the person he talked to into telling the truth. There was no lie, but only the truth remained.After learning that bit of information through the old designer, Ryan was confident in his move against Florent. He didn't fight with nothing up his sleeve; he just had to get the proof now.That said, Ryan was currently standing with his back leaning on the wall, the dressing room on his right, and the restroom on his left. Now, he must find some girl who might know or have a one-night stand with Florent. That was the lead he got from Henry.Just like what George Palessino said, luck seemed to be in him.A girl in a white dress walked from the hall and into the res
The Revenger's System 62. To Destroy His Life
Under a moonless sky, Ryan stood with his hands inside his slacks pockets. His head tilted back, trying to see if he’d see a star. Alas, he only saw orange-tinted lights and dark blue above him.The 9th Fashion Show had ended about two hours ago. With the interviews and the likes, it’d take more than a while for Violet to show up. Moreover, he guessed there’d be some designers and agencies that wanted Violet to model for them. He already got some calls and rejected them right away. Hopefully, Violet would see some sense and refuse their offers, too.Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, trying to banish the soreness there. Violet should be here soon.“What do you want now, scum?”He turned to find the person he was waiting for. Her face was no longer dolled up like earlier on the runway. She had changed her clothes, too, now wearing a simple blouse and a pair of jeans. She carried a big paper bag, he guessed it was the dark blue
The Revenger's System 63. The Playboy in Danger
The following day, Violet stormed her little brother’s apartment.Knock!Knock!Knock!“Open the door, Florent!”She waited for three seconds before she continued with another incessant knock and yelled, “Wake your lazy arse and open the fucking door or I’ll kick it open myself!”A rustling sound was heard from inside.Soon, the door opened, and a bed-haired, tattooed young man stood before her. He only wore pants hanging lowly by his hips. A sleepy expression on his face. “Vi, what are you doing here so early?”“It’s ten already. Wake the fuck up.”Florent sighed and rubbed his face to get the sleepiness away. “What happened that you have to bother me this early in the morning?”Instead of answering, Violet breezed past him and sat herself on the leather couch before the window. From there, she could see the view of Paris and its iconic
The Revenger's System 64. Confession's Out
A group of girls hunched around a wooden picnic table in the university’s park, eating their lunches before their afternoon class started.“Have you heard?”“I can’t believe that it’s true, though.”“I heard he’s a talented fine arts student here. So maybe they want to keep him here for the good records?”“So, they will let his exhibition go on next week despite that video?”“Seriously, how can they let it happened?”“Who let what happened?”The hushed conversation was cut short when a tall, blond young man in a stylish shirt and khakis walked by. His tattooed arm slung around an auburn-haired girl. Unlike any other students around him, he had no bag, merely holding several notebooks and a pen in his pocket.He was oblivious to their conversation. Being talked about and gossipped was nothing new to a model like him. Besides, he was t
The Revenger's System 65. You Can Blackmail Me No More
A tattooed blond model and talented art student glared at each of his classmates, but the university's dean approached him then. "Florent Crowne," the mightiest and prettiest woman in the room said, "Meet me in my office. Now." However, right then, his phone rang as a notification appeared on his screen. Henry's assistant. A new photoshoot, maybe? Florent took the call. 'Mr. Bloeu wants to see you. He said he'll fire you if you don't come to the office in thirty minutes. Ah, fuck. What do they want now? Glancing once at the pretty woman holding the dean position at this university, Florent decided it wasn't the time to deal with her. He brushed her off, stormed out of the class, and strode into the parking lot. He had to get to his agency office now. While he had to deal with what was posted on the university's web, his work was in the way. If Henry wasn't his boss, he'd disregard him, too. But now, his work was more important than the pretty dean's order. Besides, things didn't
The Revenger's System 66. He's Not Bluffing
A sly grin on Ryan’s face, pulling wide on his lips. His eyes were unlike their usual warm brown but cold with darkness forbidding inside.Florent didn’t know how to react, far too shocked at the unexpected turn of events. “How… ho-how did, how- why are you here?”Oh, Ryan enjoyed this.He never saw Florent stammering like a kid with a mouthful of rotten vegetables. With a face as pale as a sheet of paper, as if he saw a ghost, bloody with missing limbs and two heads floating before him.Right, maybe he did. Not as that exact appearance, of course. Ryan appeared out of nowhere – like a fucking ghost.“I close the door behind me,” Florent said, a hint of accusation and anger in his tone, “I close the door behind me, so how can you get here?”Ryan shrugged his shoulders, acting nonchalant, “I opened it, how else did I get inside? Teleportation?”“Don’t
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156. Signing His Death Sentence
Ryan struggled to stay awake as he stared blankly at one of the bare white walls around him.The hum of the bright fluorescent lights above him flickered occasionally, breaking him in and out of his trance. There were no windows except for the small one at the door, which barely showed into the hallway.He had long lost count of the hours he had been held inside this room since he arrived. He felt tired and broken in more ways than one, but he was managing, and that is all he could do right now.He just needed to hold out a little longer.Just a little longer.Shifting his gaze at the paper before him, it did not take long to realize that no one here was ever on his side to begin with. Telling the truth did not matter. Everyone believed he was a murderer. He was guilty the moment he was arrested, and they made that very clear after trying to repeatedly beat him into signing the confession, making sure to avoid his face. Anything that his prison uniform did cover, they beat until they
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155. Turning Table is Not that Simple
The interrogation room was well air-conditioned, it was supposed to be cold. Yet, Ryan couldn’t feel anything but stifling heat from deep within his chest. He felt rage, more than fear or puzzlement at this point.There was only one person who could and would frame him, but getting everyone to believe was hard. Almost impossible, even.Leaning back in his chair, Detective Pierce continued, "Let me tell you the short version of what I think happened. You murdered Jorge and left Edric for dead. You left straight from the party to the airport, trying to flee the scene of the crime.""That's ridiculous.""Why else would you leave Seattle in such a hurry? Were you planning to leave the country next?"Glaring, Ryan griped out a resounding, "No, I simply went home. If I wanted to run, I'd go anywhere but there, wouldn't you think?""It's not far-fetched for you to gather your things and prepare to disappear for good. You wanted revenge for your father's death and you wanted to take down the
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154. Murder Interrogation
Still in shock, Ryan asked the police officer who told him to step forward. "Can I make a phone call?""You're not allowed.""What about an attorney?""The police will contact one on your behalf once you've been transferred.""Transferred?"The officer sighed, pushing him to move forward after a moment. "To Seattle's police jurisdiction. Now stop talking and walk."Following the orders to move, Ryan was taken to a small check-in station where an officer forcefully dipped each of his fingers in black ink, printing each digit on a white paper document.Once they were finished, he was escorted into another area, which was equipped with a digital camera and a large backdrop against the wall that was marked with varying heights. He inwardly sighed as he was given a small blackboard with his name to hold up.An officer instructed him to stand up straight and look towards the camera. He flinched as the flash sounded and wa
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153. Arrested in Cuffs
Opening the door, Ryan was alarmed at finding a couple of police officers standing on the other side. Glancing at the police car in the driveway, his face drained at wondering what the hell was going on."Are you Ryan Wilder?" one of the officers asked."…Yes."One of the men immediately took his hand and placed a handcuff around his wrist, pulling his other arm behind his back before adding another cuff.Another officer said, "Ryan Wilder, you are hereby under arrest on suspicion of murder."His mouth fell open in complete disbelief. "What?""You have the right to remain silent," the officer continued. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"His knees felt weak. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. If this really was a dream after
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152. Running Away Together
Everything was a blur as Ryan rushed down the hall and burst through the door where they had last left Violet and Edric.What he had found on the other side was his worst nightmare realized.Kneeling down as he pulled Violet limply into his arms, he shakily touched the side of her draining face and gently shook her, finding no response. Choking out her name through cracked whispers over and over, he couldn't stop the sudden tears blurring his vision.Never in his life had Ryan ever felt so hurt and broken as he did now."G-God, no…" he whimpered. "Violet, please… please wake up."Every silent second that passed felt like eternity as his chest began to heave with broken sobs. His throat burned and his eyes clenched in anguish.Weakly picking himself up to see her face, he brushed back her bangs and froze when her blue eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything around him grew still like he was viewing a dream
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151. Fight Against Luck
Violet was ready to fight him. She had trained in several martial arts and mastered them for self-defense against harmful men like him. Rendering Edric useless was an easy task. She had almost done that months ago, when he was still playing with his old dog. Come to think of it, where was that old dog of his again? Violet’s blue eyes were focused as she shifted into a defensive stance, her lithe frame ready for action. On the other hand, Edric appeared remarkably nonchalant, sitting at a table with a book and a wide grin on his face as if he knew something Violet didn’t. The first move came from the infamous actress. Her movements were swift and precise, as she had aimed a roundhouse kick at Edric’s head. The red dress with high open slit at her tight created a beautiful motion picture, if one were to enjoy it. Sadly, the circumstance was not fit for such approval. However, just as Violet’s foot was about to connect with Edric’s head, a stack of books toppled over, and he stumble
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150. The Outbreak
"Pick it up," Edric haughtily repeated. Violet couldn't believe what she had done - even if he did deserve it. Her reputation was already in the mud lately, so it wasn’t her concern. She just didn’t believe that she punched Edric because of Ryan, the fucking scum. To hell with people still watching her nude scenes. She had made that choice in her younger days, so she didn’t want to regret it right now. However, to insult and humiliate Ryan for having such wife, crossed her line. Oh, how her world had turned upside down because of him. Not responding fast enough for his liking, as she stood frozen in place, he roughly grabbed her arm and nearly pushed her towards the floor before Ryan had cut in between them. "Don't you ever touch her again," Ryan furiously spat. "You'll fucking regret it." Before Edric could retort, the Head Butler of the Ashford family, Jorge, wedged between them, gently pushing them back by the shou
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149. To the Fundraiser
Right after breakfast, Thomas knocked on the penthouse door and asked if they were ready. Once they were, they left with Thomas, who had been waiting in the living room. He had been instructed to chauffeur them around Seattle today to find appropriate attire for the company's black tie fundraiser tonight.Although they were being forced to attend, Ryan surprised himself by enjoying their time together shopping for the event. Maybe it was because he got to see Violet try on dresses, or maybe it was just nice to do something normal. Before they return to the penthouse, Violet wants him to buy her a car. She would never ask him for such a thing, because even with all the wealth he had acquired, Violet could afford a car herself. Besides, she was too proud to ask for one. So, when she did ask him, Ryan easily agreed, and they bought one. Too bad, Violet didn’t let him see what the car she bought either, saying it was a surprise for him. Once they returned back to his penthouse after t
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148. His First Kiss
Street lamps flickered on one by one as Thomas drove him about an hour south from the Ashford Gorup's building headquarters to the city's international airport.As the car rolled to a stop, Thomas turned back from the driver's seat and said, "I'll go wait for Ms. Crowne and escort her here, Mr. Wilder."Already unbuckling his seat belt, Ryan lifted a hand up for him to remain in place. Opening the door, he said, "Not necessary. Just stay here and wait for us.""But-"Slamming the door shut, he reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He felt like an idiot wearing them, but they had helped with shielding his eyes from any sudden camera flashes. He doubted it would somehow cover his identity, but it served as a kind of protection from meeting someone's eyes directly.Familiar with where to go, Ryan placed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the terminal she would be arriving from.Once he heard Vi
