Although 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.Frank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked