2025-09-25 00:51:19Ten empty glasses were scattered across the table in one of the private rooms of a bar tucked away in the corner of the city. Jaxon swayed unsteadily before collapsing to the floor.
“Mom… I still haven’t found your killer…”
The VVIP room door suddenly swung open. A woman in a black uniform, a name tag reading Callie, stared at him in shock. Seeing Jaxon lying on the floor left her momentarily frozen.
“My goodness, sir!” she exclaimed, rushing forward.
“Sir, wake up!”
But before Callie could pull her hand back, Jaxon suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. Their breaths caught for a moment as the distance between them disappeared.
Impulsively, without any explanation, Jaxon lowered his head and pressed his lips to Callie’s. A jolt ran through her body, but before she could protest, the kiss deepened, urgent and overwhelming, shaking them both.
Their bodies pressed together, the world outside the room fading away—just the two of them, heavy breaths and a night that burned with intensity. What had started as an ordinary night had now turned into something unexpected—the beginning of a relationship that would never be the same.
The passionate night finally ended. Jaxon woke precisely at three in the morning, the piercing ring of his phone cutting through the silence.
His head felt heavy. Jaxon’s eyes widened as he noticed the beautiful woman still asleep beside him.
“Damn… what a mess,” he muttered.
He then answered the call coming from Austin, his assistant.
“Sir, where are you? It’s already three, and we need to leave for the airport! Today’s meeting with the investigators in Sanbergh—”
“Right, right. I’ll be home soon. Everything ready for me?”
“All set, sir. Just waiting for your arrival.”
Without another word, Jaxon ended the call and looked back at the woman.
He placed a thousand-dollar bill in her coat pocket.
The corridor was quiet, the dim lighting reflecting off the polished floor. His breath still heavy from the night before, he headed toward the elevator.
Suddenly, from the corner of the hallway, he spotted a figure that made him freeze. A tall man, wearing a black mask and dark sunglasses, was striding purposefully toward the VVIP room where Callie had been.
Panic surged through Jaxon. What…? What is he going to do to Callie?
He pressed himself against the wall, hiding in the shadows, peeking out cautiously.
The man looked toward the room and spoke in a calm but firm voice, “Miss Callie, what are you doing here? Why haven’t you gone home? Master is very concerned about your whereabouts!”
“Um, I… Ah, why didn’t you contact me? How did you even know I was here?!” Callie’s voice sounded nervous.
Jaxon tensed. Master? Miss?
“Of course I know where you are, Miss Callie. It’s best if we go home now, since you also need to attend the meeting at breakfast,” the man continued.
Her question caught Jaxon off guard.
“No, Miss. I came to check on you since you were alone here,” the man replied.
Callie said nothing further, and their footsteps drew closer to the door. The sound of the VVIP room door opening reached Jaxon’s ears. He crouched in the hallway, watching the man guide Callie out, slowly toward the elevator.
Jaxon waited several seconds, holding his breath, until they entered and the elevator doors closed.
Only then did he step toward another elevator, pressing the button a few minutes after them. He had to be careful—not to be seen. His mind raced: there was more to Callie than he had ever imagined, and his curiosity now outweighed any guilt from last night.
"Who is this woman really… and what’s her connection to the Master he mentioned? Why do I feel like something’s off? I need to find out about Callie," Jaxon thought.
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After leaving Frans’ house, Jaxon decided to unwind at the PnM Club. The neon lights outside reflected off his black suit as he approached the entrance, the muffled thump of bass and chatter spilling into the street.As he was about to step into the VVIP area, a sudden cry for help from the adjacent room froze him in his tracks. Without hesitation, Jaxon pushed the door open and found Callie, visibly terrified, cornered by a man who looked far too comfortable asserting himself.Jaxon’s fist connected sharply with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling. “Stay back,” Jaxon said coldly, eyes scanning to ensure no further threats lingered.Callie’s wide eyes met his. “Why are you here? You’re supposed to be—resting, aren’t you?”“I could ask the same about you,” Jaxon replied, tone neutral. “You should be recuperating.”Callie crossed her arms, a hint of mischief creeping into her expression. “I was bored. Thought I’d come here for some excitement. And why is a cleaning service barging into
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Sunlight streamed through Jaxon’s bedroom window, casting light on the black suit he had laid out on the chair. In his hand, he held a cup of coffee, his mind busy calculating the strategy for the day.“Mr. Jaxon, there’s news,” Axton’s voice broke the silence. He stood at the doorway, his face slightly tense. “The shooter who attacked Callie… has been caught.”Jaxon looked at him, expression calm but eyes sharp. “Good. Make sure the police officers you’re working with secure him immediately. Don’t leave any gaps.”Axton swallowed hard. “Sir… are you sure you want to step into the Moretti family like this? The risks are huge, especially with Vincent…”Jaxon gave a thin smile, emphasizing each word. “Why worry, Axton? This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I want my mother’s killer revealed. I can devise a new strategy, and if it works… at the very least, my ideas will make Frans comply. I’ll gain access to everything I need. Trust me—this is part of my plan.”Axton bowed his head
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Callie lay on the bed, her left arm wrapped in a thick bandage, her face pale but slowly coming out of shock. Frans and Vincent were already there, both having rushed out of their cars when they heard about the shooting.The moment Vincent spotted Jaxon, he stepped forward, his face flushed with rage. Without waiting for words, his fist shot toward Jaxon.“This is all your fault, Jaxon! How could you let something like this happen?!” Vincent shouted as he punched Jaxon in the chest.Jaxon raised his hand and blocked the blow quickly, keeping his composure even as his heart rate spiked.“Vincent, calm down!” Frans shouted, stepping forward to restrain his son. “What the hell is this? Jaxon just saved my daughter!”“But… he—!” Vincent started to argue, but Jaxon cut him off.“Calm down, Mr. Frans. This isn’t my business,” Jaxon said in a cool, clipped tone.Vincent sneered, stepped aside and spat insults.“Look at you! You’re just some cleaning guy, and now you’re acting like a hero! Wh
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Jaxon sat on a chair slightly higher than the sofa, surrounded by Frans and some of Callie’s father’s business associates. The atmosphere started calm, but tension slowly crept in.“So… who are you really, Jaxon?” Frans asked seriously. “Where are you from? Family, education?”Jaxon took a deep breath, meeting Frans’s gaze calmly. “Actually… I’ve been living in an orphanage since I was a child, sir. I don’t have any close family. I learned a lot there, and now… well, I just want to work hard, learn, and be useful.”For a moment, the room went silent. A few of Frans’s colleagues exchanged glances, trying to gauge whether Jaxon was telling the truth or hiding something.One of the colleagues, a middle-aged man in a neat suit, raised his eyebrows. “Hmm… interesting. So, what kind of business ideas do you usually think about, Jaxon? If you don’t mind, do you have a different perspective?”Jaxon nodded. “Of course. For instance, family business diversification. Many focus too much on a sin
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A black taxi glided to a stop in front of the Moretti mansion. The late-afternoon light bounced off the glass and ornate walls, throwing a warm sheen across the driveway. Inside the car, Jaxon adjusted his tie and glanced in the small mirror, exhaling slowly. When he stepped onto the walkway, his impeccable black suit and polished shoes immediately drew attention.One of the groundskeepers paused mid-step, eyes widening. “Hey… who’s that?”“No idea, but look at his clothes. Must be expensive…” another murmured.“Hey, you—are you new here?” a guest woman sauntered up to Jaxon with a flirtatious look. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”“Um, nice to meet you,” Jaxon answered.The woman circled him like a hungry lion, until a voice interrupted and made her stop.“Jaxon!” Callie appeared in the doorway, descending the marble steps with graceful poise, her stiletto heels tapping the floor with confident rhythm.Her gaze landed on Jaxon and froze for a moment. A flash of the club night cr
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Callie descended the escalator at PiCon Elite Mall, the heels of her stilettos tapping rapidly against the polished marble floor. The crowd’s chatter, soft music drifting from luxury stores, and the scent of expensive perfume blended into a dizzying background.Her hazel eyes scanned the people around her. But in the middle of her distracted observation, her phone buzzed in her bag. Her father’s name flashed on the screen.“Callie, you need to get ready tonight. I’ve arranged a dinner with Vincent Russo, the son of an old associate. Don’t embarrass me, understand?”Callie swallowed, her lips tightening. Vincent Russo. The man always annoyed her—arrogant and insufferable. She furrowed her brow and stared at the mall ceiling.“Yes, Daddy… I understand,” she replied flatly, trying to sound obedient.But inside, she was already plotting. I’m not going to let myself be stuck with that guy. There has to be a way.Her mind suddenly went back to the one-night fling she had last night, her hea
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