LOGINAlthough reluctant, Sam and Mat advanced together. They were ready to swing their fists, while Ian appeared to retreat because he underestimated the mysterious man.
Jemima moved forward, in line with the mysterious man who had been protecting her. However, the man pulled Jemima back to stand behind him. Sam pulled out a sharp weapon, intending to end it as quickly as possible because he was disgusted by the unkempt appearance of the man in front of him. He also couldn't stand the odor emanating from the man's body. The mysterious man and Jemima took a few steps back. Sam began to launch an attack with his sharp weapon, but his target was Jemima. Fortunately, the gun did not harm Jemima as the mysterious man's arm blocked it. "Hey! What are you doing, Sam?!" Ian shouted, seeing Jemima almost injured by Sam's attack. Both of Jemima's eyes widened in surprise when she saw blood starting to flow from under the sleeve of the shirt of the mysterious man who was currently protecting her. "How? Does it hurt?" Sam taunted with a smirk. "Why is this homeless guy silent, huh? Are you mute?" he taunted again, his face now grinning broadly. The mysterious man remained motionless, seemingly unaffected by the insults. He didn't even feel any pain in his hands. "Piuh! Pathetic man!" Ian's apparent disdain was evident, whether it was directed at Sam for ignoring his words or at the mysterious man. "Just kill him, Sam. The government won't blame us. After all, they're just pests!" Mat urged. Hearing this, Sam chuckled with joy. It was his hobby - to strike someone like this. He prepared to attack again. "Run!" Jemima whispered. The mysterious man stopped, hoping he had misheard. "Let's just run, fool!" Jemima's faint yet firm voice was unmistakable. "In this situation, we should avoid it," Jemima whispered again as she scoped out the surroundings, searching for an escape route. ‘What? This strange girl.’ The mysterious man's internal thoughts suddenly turned annoyed. Jemima tightly held the hand of the mysterious man, ready to pull him away, but the man let go of her hand. "Hey, what are you thinking? Do you want to die for me?" Jemima asked, her face displaying shock. The mysterious man nodded. "Wh-what? You crazy man! I don't want anyone to sacrifice for me!" Jemima said irritably. "IDIOT!" she muttered. "What's wrong with sacrificing for a strange girl like you," the man muttered after long silence. Jemima looked confused as she heard this. Meanwhile, Sam, unable to contain his impatience, once again swung his sharp weapon. This time, Jemima advanced, and the gun cut into her arm. The mysterious man was so surprised that he didn't even realize he kept Jemima shielded in his arms. Jemima glanced briefly at him, and their eyes met. Jemima looked pleased as she remained in the mysterious man's embrace. "What are you doing, Sam? I wanted you to stab that tramp! Not my woman!" Ian bellowed. "Mi-mi-mi-mistake, Ian. Didn't mean it," Sam replied, defending himself very quickly and pretending to stumble as if he were afraid. Ian glared, reluctant to waste his energy dealing with Sam. He stepped closer, ready to kick or punch the mysterious man to swiftly retake Jemima. Unfortunately, the mysterious man struck Ian first, causing Ian to stagger in pain. Sam and Mat hurried to help Ian. They both retaliated against the man they perceived as a homeless person. However, to Ian's surprise, the focus of Sam and Mat's attacks shifted to Jemima. The two men once again aimed their sharp weapons at Jemima. However, the mysterious man immediately fought back, and the guns stabbed his palm. Jemima began to feel very scared and shocked. How could she not be surprised when someone she didn't know continued to sacrifice themselves for her multiple times? Observing the violence of the man named Sam and Mat, this time, the mysterious man honestly did not want to waste time. Miraculously, Jemima continued to be the target of the two men. The mysterious homeless man quickly kicked and punched Mat alternately until their knives were thrown far away. Sam and Mat looked overwhelmed, and amidst the chaos, Mat couldn't get up as he had fallen quite hard, causing pain in his lower back. Sam, on the other hand, was approached by the mysterious man, who quickly overpowered him, pummeling Sam with punches. Mat tried to rise to help Sam by striking the back of the mysterious man's head, but the punch had no effect. Now, the mysterious man turned to Mat with a sadistic look. Mat appeared frightened, as now the man he found objectionable was targeting him. Mat glanced around until his eyes landed on his knife, which he immediately grabbed. However, in the blink of an eye, the mysterious man quickly snatched the sharp weapon from Mat's grasp. The man backed away, preparing to throw the knife at Mat. Mat's body stiffened, and his hands were raised, but unfortunately, the mysterious man did not spare him, as the weapon flew and immediately struck Mat in the palm of his hand. "ARGH! No! My hand...," Mat groaned while holding his hand. Mat is now feeling afraid as he looks at the face and sharp eyes of the man he considered a tramp, especially when the man turns back towards Sam and begins to slap Sam's face, causing Sam to bleed profusely. The man seemed to be insane, as if losing his sanity, with his blows being quite brutal. "Enough! Stop!" cried Ian with a grimace. Despite Sam's worst qualities, he was still a true friend in his eyes. "Please, Jemi, stop that crazy man. Sam might die," Ian pleaded with Jemima, who was still frozen in place. "We will leave, we won't bother you. Please, stop that madman. He is truly unwell, Jemi!" Ian called out again. "Stop! Don't kill him!" exclaimed Jemima as she approached and placed her hand on the shoulder of the mysterious man who had been her savior.Thankfully, William had suddenly appeared and aligned himself with her — Sarah was now certain that it wouldn’t be long before Dante and Jemima were torn apart. But would their plan actually succeed? *** Several weeks passed, and Julian and Jemima only grew more romantic. They were utterly in love, and Julian felt the time was coming to finally tell Jemima the truth about who he really was. That evening, he planned a special dinner at the hotel’s restaurant — a night she would never forget. He hoped that this time, his wife would listen without jumping to conclusions — and without laughing at him. Earlier that day, before their dinner plans, he dragged Victor along to a boutique. He practically forced his best friend to come with him, even though he knew Victor was in the middle of an important meeting. "Dante, these guests flew in from overseas. It really isn’t the right time…" "It doesn’t matter. They can fly back for all I care," Dante cut in. "Either way — you’re driving m
William nodded firmly. "Of course. Will you help me?" he challenged. It was an opportunity he had no intention of letting slip — getting revenge on Dante had become his life’s purpose. But would Sarah agree? William waited for her answer — from the woman sitting across from him, someone he had only properly met earlier that same day. "Wait… before I answer… what exactly is their relationship status?" Sarah asked, curious. "They are husband and wife — but it appears to be a pretense. Likely a marriage of convenience, a contract marriage." "What?! A contract marriage?!" Sarah’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. William had to fight a smile at her shocked expression, maintaining his composure — calm, dignified, and mature. "You’re sure you want to win her back?" Sarah asked, and William nodded. "Absolutely. And you — are you ready for revenge?" "He is Dante Julian Vascos, the most powerful man in the country. Are you truly certain?" Sarah pressed again. William nodded without
The man finished paying for her things, while Sarah, too proud to stay and face the embarrassment, turned and hurried out of the boutique — so quickly that her rescuer had to rush after her. "Sarah Anthony?!" "Wait!" Sarah stopped in her tracks. The man who had just paid for her shopping knew her name. "H-here… these are yours," he said, catching his breath. Sarah stood frozen, staring at him in confusion. "Ah, right. Allow me to introduce myself — William Maxim," he said, extending his hand while carefully setting down her shopping bags. Sarah, who had no idea who he was at first, was stunned when she realized his identity. William, from the powerful Maxim family, was a man of great influence and connections. Sarah, burning with a thirst for revenge, immediately saw an opportunity in this meeting. "Ah… the son of the Maxim family? It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. William." "Just call me William — we’re practically the same age," he replied with a smile, offering his hand. Sara
The car Egan was driving finally pulled up in front of a private doctor’s clinic. "I thought we were going to the hospital?" Julian asked. Egan cleared his throat, wanting to speak but holding back. "Why? Are you feeling sick too?" Julian asked again. Egan looked at Julian, his gaze speaking volumes. "What?" Julian challenged back. "Ow—!" He yelped as Jemima elbowed him hard in the ribs. "It hurts!" Jemima widened her eyes at him, and his courage instantly faltered. Egan had to bite back a laugh at the look on Julian’s face. Just like any man under his beloved’s spell, he completely forgot that he was Dante Vascos — the Lion, the famous billionaire. "Mr. Julian, let’s get out," Egan said, grinding his teeth in frustration. Julian had truly forgotten who he was. "Come, Miss Jemima — let’s go inside and see Dr. Cross." Jemima nodded and stepped out, doing as Egan said. She also felt bad for taking up so much of his time just to drive her to a doctor. She was still confused ab
"Ow! Hey — what was that for?!" Julian yelped as he suddenly felt a sharp pinch on his waist. "Don't be so rude," Jemima chided him. "Mr. Victor. Miss Sarah. Call them respectfully," she added. "Oh… right," Julian replied, nodding slowly. "Wait — hold on," he said, looking at her strangely. Jemima gave him a knowing look. "Fine, but that woman humiliated you. Why should we be polite? Don't you have any self-respect?" Julian asked, making Jemima's eyes widen. Jemima sighed. "Julian, this isn't about self-respect. This is about decency. We can't be cruel to others, even when they are cruel to us." "But she was cruel!" Julian protested. "She mocked you!" "I know," Jemima answered calmly. "She pulled your hair and slammed your head against the wall!" Julian added. "Yes, I know. But that doesn't mean we have to be cruel in return. We have to show that we are better than that." "You always do this," Julian grumbled. "Always wanting to look good in everyone's eyes. Don't you ever
Jemima kept struggling to free herself, but Sarah’s grip was iron-tight. She could feel blood throbbing at her temples. "Do you want to watch me destroy this girl?!" Sarah glared at the people around her, her eyes blazing. "Sarah, stop!" Several people began shouting again. "You have to stop!" "No! I won’t stop until she apologizes!" Jemima fought on. "Let go!" she pleaded. "Let go of my hair!" "You need to be taught a lesson!" Sarah screamed, her gaze sharp and hateful. Suddenly, a broad-shouldered man appeared and pulled Sarah away from Jemima. Sarah tried to fight back, but he was far too strong. "You will not do this," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "Go. And this is not over between us. Remember that." Both Sarah and Jemima stared at him. Behind him stood several other large, imposing men, their expressions cold and threatening. With a look of fury, the man took Sarah’s hand and gripped it so tightly she winced in pain — until finally, she released Jemima’s hair.
Jemima was still trying to find an opening to escape because she didn't want to deal with Ian anymore, but the man seemed very determined and earnest. "Please." "Just the two of us." Ian continued to confirm. The other car horns honked several times and made a commotion; they seemed annoyed becau
"Get up, let's hurry," said the woman as she took Julian's hand, and helped him to stand back up. "What are you doing? What's going on?" the woman asked kindly, patting Julian's dirty shirt and smoothing it. "Jemi? Do you work here?" asked Julian, somewhat surprised that the gentle woman looked fami
Julian braced himself for the taxi driver's condescending attitude, but he remained calm and handed over a few bills, confident that the amount would be enough to get him back to the town of Redapple. Although he felt depressed, Julian took a deep breath, remembering that his life experiences outsid
Hearing Jemima's question, Julian's eyes widened in astonishment. The woman still seemed to be staring at him expectantly. How dare this woman, Julian thought with his face bent coldly. "Ah, forget it. I'm sorry," Jemima said suddenly. "What a silly question," she sighed again while holding back lau







