Jason plugged in his AirPods, listening to the sound of waves crashing on river banks and the sounds of restless tides. He had slept off, only to crack his eyes open when the next knock on his window came. “Young Master, the brown-haired one fainted from exhaustion.” The boss of the thugs announced next to the window. It was time to let them go. He had toyed with them enough, and he needed to return back to Marty and retrieve Professor Scotts' book. “Tell them I’m always watching, and they’ll never know when I’ll come for them again.” After the man relayed his message, the driver put the car in drive, taking them out of Rick’s family’s mansion. The thugs followed him closely behind. They were off to see the new house property. Raymond had quickly handled the matter for him. The house had cost over ten million dollars. From the image Jason saw, it was a fancy place, and this crew would forever be in his service because of it. At the property, the man who made the wish raised
Jason's feet moved past their speed limit. He raced like lightning to her rescue before her shirt could tear all the way. He had dived to ground underneath the net, smoothly catching her fall. "Are you okay?" No answer. He raised her head up and found out that she had lost consciousness. Just then, the boss of the thugs drew closer. He asked. "How should I teach those fools a lesson?" Jason lifted Mila into his arms. Her breathing was stable. She wasn’t in any kind of danger and had only passed out from exhaustion or from being too startled. He placed her in the backseat of his car and walked back to the pitch. "Strip them," he gritted, and the thugs stripped the two foolish ones out of their clothes. They both cried out. "Please, we are begging you. Save our lives." Jason picked up the basketball and bounced it at a spot. He didn't look like he had anything in mind until he threw the ball in the first thugs face with all his might. The thug yelped in pain. "How old are you
Jason wasn’t sure of what he had done to warrant the icy glare from the stranger in the women’s bathroom. He had made a slight mistake and trespassed on forbidden territory.But he had apologised. It wasn’t like he had walked in on anything not meant for his eyes. He made a quick stop in the right bathroom and did his business before returning to the shelves and picking out some first aid materials within his reach. At the counter, he ran into the woman who had an unknown reason to naturally hate him at first sight. She led in the queue and a bald man in his fifties stood between them. She had purchased a few beauty products and tampons. The cashier took her card and swiped it in, but a hard buzz came next. It declined. “What? Try it again. There must be something acutely wrong.” The woman insisted to the cashier, crossing her arms over her nice chest. The cashier repeated the process and it was still the same outcome. People on the queue began murmuring and it wasn’t in her favou
Jason made a dinner reservation at the most expensive restaurant in the city for his date with Julane. He was a bit nervous because he didn’t know what to expect. He went to bed unsettled over what the next day held in store for him. When morning came, Mila woke up cheerful. She wasn’t weighed down by the previous day’s events and Jason could breathe easy. “I’ll make breakfast,” he offered. “I’m not an invalid, Jason,” Mila laughed, moving him to the island seat, “Sit right there and let me treat you.” “You managed to convince me the last time, but it won’t work this time, Mila.” Jason warned playfully. “It’s already working, silly.” She scurried over to the stove, turning up the heat and placing a pan on it. Jason chuckled, getting used to the fact that Mila was as stubborn as a mule. There was no way she would let him make breakfast after he saved her yesterday. It was her way of saying thank you. After she plated spinach scrambled eggs and bacon, Mila settled down into t
The homeless man stared at him in shock. He should be the first person who's walked up to him with an offer like this since he began sitting on this road. "Are you talking to me, sir?" The man croaked, pointing a shaky finger at himself. "Yes, I am," Jason frowned, getting on his haunches, "But I may have miscalculated for a moment. What's your shoe size?" The man hesitated. "I don't think you know what you are saying." "Trust me, I do." "My shoe size is...45. Will that be okay?" Jason made a thinking face. He wore size 46, but he could make the homeless man's shoes work if it brought about the success of his plan. "Yes, perfect." Jason handed him the box. The man stared at the shiny white box like it was a UFO in the sky. He might have been homeless, but he knew when he saw something expensive. "These must cost a lot." Jason lifted a shoulder, holding back a smile. "Sort of." "Why are we switching shoes, sir?" "Because I would like to gift you this new pair and throw you
It wasn't just any woman. It was the psycho from that store's bathroom. He had made an honest mistake, but the crazy woman had lost it and called him a pervert. He had even tried paying for her meal, but she made sure to splash him puddle water to show her gratitude. Jason's face heated. "Fuck. I didn't know you were in my way." He removed his hands awkwardly, not sure where to keep them anymore. The woman screamed, eyes wild with anger. "You! How dare you touch me?!" "It was a mistake, Ms. I didn't see you standing there." She began to hit him with her bag in the middle of the restaurant. The long waiting line outside occupied the bouncers. "You pervert!" Another hit. "Who the fuck let you in here?!" Three hits on each side of him. Jason's ribs bruised from the chain hand of her purse. He snapped, struggling to steal her bag from her. He succeeded. "Give me my purse!" Her eyes bulged with fury as she challenged him. "Thief! Give it back. I said, give me my purse!" "No. N
"Get. Lost," Jason said, and the woman's jaw dropped. She eyed him, becoming even more furious. He looked lower than her class. Poor and wretched. So, who was he to challenge her? "Just wait and see!" She put her phone to her ear, dialling the manager and glaring at him. "You are so dead meat." Jason just stood there, scared to his bones—pfft. Of course, he wasn't. "When you are done making a fool of yourself, tell me." He grabbed an empty chair, sitting down on this path through the restaurant's dining room. She fumed at his audacity, shouting into the call. "Come out here now! There's a pervert harassing your customer, Brady!" The manager of Eden came outside, rushing towards them. The sight of the chaos in his five-star establishment had him flustered. "Ms. Claire, what is the matter?" he bowed to her and could as well kiss the ground she walked. "I want this man arrested." The tip of Claire's finger was in his face. Jason swatted her hand away. Brady frowned, "Him? Are
"This man harassed me, and then he stole my bank card!" Claire whined to the woman that had just entered the scene. She appeared collected and calm and far from impulsive like Claire. Jason thought she had beautiful eyes. His arms hurt from how the guards held him up, so he bared his teeth and hissed. They hadn't handcuffed him yet. Jason was still looking for a way out. "But you didn't come out with your bank card, Claire." The woman reasoned in a calm voice. "Remember? In the car you complained about forgetting it at your apartment." Claire's cheeks heated. Her valid reason for handcuffing Jason had just withered into thin air. She chewed on her bottom lip, guilty. "Do not handcuff him. He didn't steal her card. It was already lost," the woman spoke to the guards, but they wouldn't let him go. They sought Brady's opinion first, and when he gave the signal, they released Jason's arm but still stood right next to him. "Thank you," Jason said as he made eye contact with the woman
"Very well. I need you to help me get revenge on a few people outside.""But sir." The man fumbled with his hands, looking nothing like the confident man he was before. "How—How am I supposed to do that?""Don't worry about that part. You just have to do exactly as I say."Jason swiped a pen and paper from the other end of the desk to himself. He began penning down punishments for every one of them who had belittled him today.He listed their names and detailed how the revenge plan would go down to the last. When he finished, he folded the paper in half, pressing his fingers down on the new edge."Study it. I'll be right back." He handed the man the folded paper and left his office.Jason climbed down the stairs. To his relief, they were all still waiting for him to get back. Although Claire was on her feet, trying to get her cousin to leave with her.He said nothing to them as he sat down in his chair.Julane spoke first, "I see you've decided to stay.""We are on a date. It would be
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
The woman's five inch heels clapped loudly on the tiled ground. Her skin was flawless, though it was clear she had aged a lot.Her presence was enough to stop time. Everyone forgot themselves while watching her approach, including Jason.He had never seen this face before, but no one had to tell him she was money. It screamed all around her. "Director Lancaster," the woman nodded once, checking her rolex watch, "Are you busy with something now? I have much to discuss with you."She didn't spare Jason and Mila or the rest of the staff a glance. Her eyes pinned on Lancaster alone.The man stammered. "Mrs. Clarke!" His head lowered as he fumbled with his hands. "Have I kept you waiting for long? Forgive me if that was the case."Jason heard her name and really looked at her. Things had just gotten interesting. He wouldn't be surprised if she belonged to the family Logan had spoken about. "You are forgiven. Let's discuss the surgery procedure for my husband now. I didn't like a few line
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Jason brushed past the annoying guards, making a mental note to handle them later. He stopped at the front desk, angst."Where's Mr. Raymond?" He looked over his shoulder, tapping his fingers on the granite slabs. "I was told I would find him here.” The staff behind the desk gave Jason a once over. She immediately saw that he wasn’t the usual guest Life Haven was used to having. “Which Raymond, sir? Are you certain that you aren’t in the wrong location?” She began checking the system in front of her, like she wasn’t just trying to delay him.Impatiently, Jason said, “I’m here to see the General Manager of Maxe. What is his room number?”“Can I see your ID first? There are a few hospital procedures for visitors.”Jason slipped his identity card across to her. She took it, peering at it for a long minute. When she scanned the bar code on it, his profile opened up and she was able to see much about him.Undoubtedly, the fact that he was an Uber driver would be on there. The woman hande
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Jason fell back a step, steadying himself with the hand on the counter. From the corner of his eye, he saw the strange look that Morris had passed him. "Shit, Logan. Are you sure?" Jason rubbed a hand over his mouth and left it there in shock. "He was just in the office... I think you should come down here." His cell phone pinged again. Jason took it down from his ear and read the message that had just come in. Logan had just texted him the directions to Life Haven Hospital. He'd heard that name before, but Jason couldn't bother himself now with where he had come across it. "Morris." Jason pocketed his phone and gave his friend a bro shake across the counter. "Think about what I've said. Something urgent came up, and I've got to run." "Is everything okay?" He paused with mixing the cocktail, staring at him. Jason knew what he meant. He wouldn't have come down here if he didn't have something on his mind bothering him. "Yeah, I just earned a big paycheck. Nothing crazy, but I w