Todos los capítulos de The Ace at the Apex: Capítulo 851 - Capítulo 860

It was already past six in the evening by the time Javier left Angela’s home. The girl had begged him to leave. The reason was simple—her mother had called and said that she was coming for a visit.Javier’s shamelessness meant that he had suggested treating his “mother-in-law” to a lavish meal, frightening Angela as she pleaded, “Consider me begging you, okay? Hurry up and leave. Stop causing me trouble. I promise I won’t call the police and won’t’ take revenge on you, okay? Please…”It took some effort before Angela finally made Javier leave. As she watched him through the window, she was genuinely exasperated.She did not know what to say, even. It had never crossed her mind that someone would force himself on her one day, and she would beg him to leave, promising she would not pursue the matter.Angela felt like complete trash, but as she recalled what she felt when she was with Javier…she could not help blushing and whining, “You jerk!”The whine contained not even a hint of r

Herschel dragged Wilson away from Javier and…well, that was the end of that. The owner of the club, Phantomknife, never brandished his blades again. He also deleted any memories he had of Wilson in his head. He kept reminding himself that had he not run away the moment things had gone south, Phantomknife would have already become Phantom…period. No one reported Wilson’s disappearance to the police. Nobody even cared. Joey certainly did not, as she would rather beat Wilson up herself than care about his safety. The middle-aged woman who was supposedly Wilson’s spouse did not call the cops either. Now that she knew just what kind of *sshole Wilson was, the man’s disappearance was more gratifying than worrying. His property was all hers now. If Wilson was found, she would lose it all. In other words, Wilson would never see the light of day again. No one was coming to save him. Javier later asked Herschel about Wilson’s whereabouts, and the latter replied, “He’s living in a pigsty

Javier returned to the car, took out the dash cam, and pointed at Bryan. “Over here, pal. Call the local traffic cop in front of the camera and repeat your claim. Oh, and bring your elderly friends along. They are your witnesses, right? You guys should tell the cops like a merry little band.”Bryan’s expression fell at the sight of the dash cam. He had made sure the car was not outfitted with it, but it turned out the owner had placed it on the corner of the dashboard instead. “You know what? I don’t have time for this charade. I’ve got actual work to do, and I ain’t wasting God-given time anymore. I’m done!” Bryan snarled, lifting his motorbike before riding it and veering away into the distance as though he was the bigger guy in the argument. The crowd dispersed as soon as Javier mentioned the dash cam. Suddenly, they all remembered what they planned to do for the day—attending yoga classes, playing bingo with their other pals, feeding the ducks…It was almost as if not one of

Midway through their SX-18 tussle, Angela seemingly made a vow that she would fight to the end. It turned out to be untrue, but not because Javier’s “skills” touched her profoundly (in more ways than one). It was because she could not take it anymore. After her second orgasm, she was almost limpless and without strength. She did not even have the strength to moan during the third round, which finally ruined Javier’s mood enough that he did not contemplate a fourth round. Still, it did not stop him from teasing her. “Five is the magic number, sweetheart. How about we work hard and—”Angela managed to muster enough strength from an unknown reserve to turn around and swing her hands wildly. “No! No, no, no, no more! I give up! I give up!”All there was left in her mind was wild fear. He was terrifying! A monster with an insatiable appetite! She was lucky to be alive after dancing with an incubus! Javier had lost his mood for pillow talks and teases, too, so he stopped. In truth, h

Herschel bought a motel. Instead of purchasing a place where fresh vegetables would have more uses—a restaurant, a hotel, some such—that idiot bought a motel. What the hell was a motel going to do with all these vegetables? Check them into the rooms? Put them in vases?Javier was rendered speechless, but it was less of a problem than he initially thought. It became Herschel’s perfect cover while remaining in this city—a development he was clearly very proud of, considering how he could now tell everyone he owned a business. Javier was not in the mood to humor him, so he hung up the man’s call. Evanna was shocked to see him bring so many vegetables home that night. She was unsure of the purpose of buying so much food.At first, Javier smiled and said nothing. Evanna kept pressing, however, and finally, he revealed his kind deeds. A smile broke out on her lips as she cooed. “I knew my husband is the kindest guy ever!”Javier flashed her a smile before a follow-up. “What do I get