Jonathan: The Heavenly Fortune Teller in the City

Ch 10

In front of the company's entrance, a large crowd of employees had gathered, and it continued to grow by the second. Whispers and muffled gasps filled the air, making Mella's already sour expression grow even darker. Fortunately, the person carrying her ID card arrived just in time, preventing the awkward situation from dragging on any longer.

Even though the matter was resolved, one name had already been etched into the minds of the employees: Jonathan, the new security guard who had dared to stand up to the President Director herself. Many began asking one another, "Who exactly is he? Why is he so fearless?"

"Well? Are you satisfied now? Open your eyes and take a good look," Mella said.

Jonathan smiled before stepping aside to let her pass. Watching Mella snort in annoyance as she walked away, he felt rather satisfied.

Mella returned to her office. Her gaze was icy, her steps quick, and in her heart she had already decided to sign Jonathan's dismissal letter. That stubborn man had gone too far.

Felinia tried to ease the tension. "Actually, he wasn't wrong, Mel. Don't hold on to your anger like that. He was simply enforcing the company's rules." She paused for a moment before flashing a mischievous grin. "Besides, he's handsome enough to be the decoration at the company's front entrance."

Mella shot her a sharp glare, but Felinia only struggled to suppress her laughter, clearly enjoying making her boss's mood even worse.

Before Mella could respond, her phone rang. Anastasya's name appeared on the screen. With a cold expression, Mella answered.

"What is it?" she asked curtly, her mood still far from improving.

Anastasya's voice was unusually lively, sounding as though she were holding back laughter. "Mel, look downstairs. The show is starting again."

Mella frowned immediately. She walked toward the large office window and looked down.

The scene before her was almost unbelievable. Right in front of the company's entrance, dozens of red roses had been arranged into a giant heart. Two burly men stood proudly on either side, each holding one end of a large white banner that read:

"Mella, I Love You!"

The crowd of employees grew even louder. Some struggled to hold back their laughter, while others eagerly recorded the spectacle on their phones.

Not far away, a bright red Ferrari sports car came to a dramatic stop. A young man stepped out. His face was shiny with excessive grooming, his hair slicked back until it gleamed under the sunlight. Standing confidently in front of the car, he looked up toward the office window where Mella stood.

"Who is he, Mel?" Felinia asked curiously.

Mella introduced him with obvious irritation. "That's Victor Sigoro, the second son of the Sigoro Family. A playboy who's been harassing me like an annoying fly for more than half a year."

Felinia raised an eyebrow. "Victor Sigoro?" she murmured. Picking up a pair of binoculars from the desk, she focused on the smug-looking young man surrounded by bodyguards. "Hmm... so this is one of the Four Great Families of Vaganza City. He really acts like someone who's always gotten everything he wants."

Meanwhile, Mella clenched her teeth in annoyance every time she looked at Victor's face. An evil idea suddenly crossed her mind.

"What if I let Jonathan drive them away?"

She knew Victor's bodyguards were no ordinary men. Many of them were highly trained martial artists. If a fight broke out, it would surely be entertaining, and Mella wanted nothing more than to see that arrogant man humiliated.

"Felinia," she said meaningfully, "what if I tell Jonathan to handle this? Let them all have a taste of that little rascal's fists."

Felinia immediately turned toward her, curiosity shining in her eyes. A playful smile spread across her face as she clapped once excitedly.

"I agree! I want to see for myself just how capable Jonathan really is. It'll be interesting if those bodyguards dare to make a move."

Downstairs, Jonathan stood calmly, quietly observing the crowd gathered around Victor. Bernad stepped closer and lowered his voice, as though afraid someone else might overhear.

"Jonathan," he said seriously, "you should know that Victor Sigoro is no ordinary man. Throughout Vaganza City, he's infamous as a shameless womanizer. Countless decent women have had their lives ruined because of him. Ever since he met President Director Mella, he's become even crazier. Every few days, he comes here just to confess his love. Can you imagine how embarrassing that is?"

"And that's not all. His bodyguards aren't pushovers either. Every single one of them is a seasoned fighter trained through years of harsh discipline. Even Captain Amerdo himself, a respected figure among the city's security forces, isn't a match for them."

Captain Alex arrived with firm strides, his expression serious. Stopping directly in front of Jonathan, he spoke in an official tone.

"Jonathan, this is President Director Mella's order. You are to drive those people away immediately."

Hearing that, Jonathan looked at Alex for a long moment before curling his lips into a faint smile.

He immediately understood the game being played.

Borrowing someone else's knife to kill.

It was obvious that President Director Mella wanted Victor's people to be the ones who injured him, giving her the perfect excuse to get rid of him.

But Jonathan wasn't that foolish.

He wouldn't allow that knife to stab him.

Instead...

He would snap it in half.

Jonathan walked toward the group of men busily arranging the red roses. They carefully placed each flower petal into an enormous heart-shaped display. It looked luxurious, but also ridiculously flashy.

When he reached them, Jonathan stood tall. His broad shoulders radiated authority, while his sharp eyes pierced through the group like blades.

"Hey, you lot!" he barked suddenly, causing every bodyguard to freeze for a brief moment. He waved dismissively toward the flower arrangement.

"That thing you've put together," he continued coldly, "looks more like a funeral wreath than a confession of love. It doesn't belong in front of this company—it belongs in a cemetery!"

Before the bodyguards could even react, Victor Sigoro himself stepped forward. His movements were light and confident, as though eager to display his superiority before everyone present. Standing face-to-face with Jonathan, his expression stiffened, though his arrogant smile remained.

"You!" he shouted demandingly. "Who the hell are you to interfere in my business?"

His eyes swept over Jonathan's uniform, finally realizing that he was merely a security guard.

Jonathan remained perfectly calm.

Without saying a word, he casually raised the cigarette between his fingers and took a slow, deep drag. Then, deliberately, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke straight into Victor's face.

Victor instinctively waved his hand in irritation as the smoke obscured his vision.

Through the drifting smoke came Jonathan's icy, contemptuous voice.

"Who I am doesn't matter. But with just one glance, I can already tell what you are."

He smiled mockingly.

"A hideous toad dreaming of eating swan meat."

Then his voice grew even colder, every word stabbing straight into Victor's pride.

"If you still have even a shred of dignity left, get lost now. Otherwise, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson in front of everyone here."

Those words pierced Victor's heart like a knife, sending his anger soaring.

Victor exploded with rage and threw a punch.

Whoosh!

Bang!

With a single kick, Jonathan sent Victor flying seven or eight meters through the air. His body crashed violently onto the ground, knocking the breath out of him.

The moment Victor struggled to get back up...

A large flower pot came flying toward him.

Thud!

It smashed directly into his head, causing him to stagger.

Jonathan didn't stop there.

He became like a raging storm, using everything around him as a weapon. One flower pot after another was kicked through the air, smashing into anything along its path. The sounds of shattering clay echoed everywhere as flowers scattered across the ground, and even the giant banner collapsed with a loud crash.

Victor's face turned green with fury.

The veins on his neck bulged violently, and his eyes widened as though he wanted to devour Jonathan alive.

With an enraged roar that echoed throughout the courtyard, he pointed directly at Jonathan.

"Kill that damn security guard! Tear him apart! Don't let him leave here alive!"