He couldn't breathe. Time passed, and so did his life, flashing before his eyes at the speed of light. Jason struggled against the muscular hands that had his neck in a death grip. "Who...sent you?" Jason managed, tearing his nails into the hands of his attacker.The man bared his teeth, feeling the pain. He punched Jason in the face and let him go in the process. Jason stumbled away from them, still backed up against the wall, catching his breath."Who sent you?!” he asked again."That's none of your business.”He thought about his conversation with Raymond at the Stormwell Mausoleum. Master Stormwell was killed by his enemies, and maybe they had come for him, too. But he was still poor Jason. How could anyone have known about his deal with Raymond?"So sorry to disappoint, but I won't die today. I just can't."“We are not here to kill you.”The man taunted him by holding out the club for him to see. He was about to become a test run for the attacker's beating skills. As if it could

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 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

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

"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