Are you gay?
Author: Addiction
last update2025-06-23 19:25:45

"Alright, I'll help you," Jasper agreed after a long moment of silence.. He had been looking for a way to make the Bai family assets become his.

He was sure Bai Zhe would gladly give it up to him when the time came. It was not as though he even wanted all of it. He just wanted to become the main shareholder and it would be considered as his.

Also, he had a little problem with the Zhou family and they were bound to dwell it out soon. There was no need to be scared to include the Bai Family under
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  • Progress!: 89%

    The cell was quiet in the way only confinement could make it—no real silence, just the steady presence of walls that never moved. Jasper sat on the edge of the narrow bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes lowered to the phone in his hands. The screen was dimmed, brightness turned down to avoid attention. To anyone passing by, it would have looked like boredom. A man killing time.He activated the system without speaking.The response came instantly, a faint vibration against his palm. A clean interface bloomed across the screen, lines of data organizing themselves with mechanical calm.MISSION ACTIVE.Jasper exhaled slowly through his nose. “Good,” he murmured.He didn’t waste time. Time was the one thing he couldn’t afford to pretend he had.His fingers moved with practiced ease, tapping out a message—not plain words, not anything that would read as a command. Numbers. Phrases that meant nothing on their own. A string of references that looked like nonsense unless you knew how to re

  • Marielle

    The prison yard was busy with movement, but noise carried differently here. Inmates drifted across the concrete under muted sun, some walking in pairs, others lingering near fences. Guards leaned against walls, eyes sharp but detached. Everything was calculated. Nothing chaotic could escape notice for long.Jasper moved along the perimeter, hands clasped behind his back, observing. He had long ago learned to blend in, even in spaces designed to expose and isolate. Today, the pattern of the yard seemed ordinary. But he had a sense, subtle, the kind that never failed him.She appeared almost by accident, standing near the far wall, not speaking, not seeking attention. She did not belong. Her posture was precise, her clothing modest but orderly, and her eyes carried a kind of clarity that came from privilege and loss alike.Jasper approached cautiously. He did not startle her. She did not flinch at the approach. Something unspoken passed between them—a recognition of purpose beyond these

  • The system

    The System completed its sweep quietly, feeding Jasper the results in fragments he could digest without noise. The hidden buyer was no ordinary operative. Not purely corporate, not purely political, but a careful mix of both. Jasper traced the patterns, the financial networks, the soft influence, the public-facing philanthropy.The man was a senior board member of a multinational tech conglomerate. His name rarely appeared in scandal. His face was clean in every photo, every press release. Privately, he held advisory roles, quietly lobbied politicians, and maintained access no law could strip away. Yet behind that public image, he financed destabilization, acquisitions, and manipulations. The mob boss had been muscle, disposable, nothing more.Jasper sat back against the cold wall of the cell, hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The System displayed the maps, the connections, the shadow accounts, all flowing into the same hidden network.A quiet alert foll

  • Rumors

    The failure of the prison raid rippled through the criminal underground faster than the mob boss could anticipate. Rumors traveled along encrypted channels, whispered by low-level operatives and repeated in hushed tones at safe houses. In those corridors, uncertainty bred panic. The strike squad’s disappearance was no accident. Someone stronger than expected was moving in the shadows—and worse, someone was watching.Jasper remained seated on the edge of his bunk, hands clasped loosely, eyes fixed on the gray wall across from him. The System continued its work in silence, parsing the fragmented communications flowing through proxy networks, filtering what was relevant and discarding the rest.A soft alert chimed.Intercepted Transmission Detected.Jasper didn’t flinch. He had learned early how to separate signal from noise. The fragments coalesced slowly into a pattern.The mob boss appeared to be issuing the orders, commanding from a reinforced safe house in an undisclosed location. P

  • In progress

    The detention facility returned to its routine rhythm by morning.Guards changed shifts. Doors opened and closed on schedule. Paperwork moved from one desk to another. To anyone watching, nothing had happened the night before.Jasper played his part.He woke when the lights came on. He sat on his bunk. He ate when the tray slid through the slot. When a guard passed, he acknowledged them with a nod and nothing more.Just another detained tycoon.That was how they saw him.“That one keeping quiet?” a guard asked during rounds.“Yeah,” another replied. “No complaints. No calls. Barely talks.”“Good. Let him stay that way.”Jasper kept his gaze down as they moved on.Inside, the System activated.New Mission Issued.The words appeared cleanly, without urgency, but Jasper felt the shift immediately.Objective: Identify the force behind the failed assassination attempt.He remained still.Restrictions: Direct movement prohibited. Exposure level must remain zero.That made sense.Method: Ind

  • No noise

    The holding facility sat quiet in the early hours of the night, the kind of quiet that felt manufactured. Lights hummed overhead, steady and white, washing the concrete corridors in sterile calm. Guards moved along their routes with routine precision, boots echoing softly, radios clipped and silent.Jasper remained unaware of any of it.His cell was narrow but clean. Concrete walls, steel bars, a single bunk bolted to the floor. He sat on the edge of it, elbows resting on his knees, head slightly lowered. The faint hum of electricity seeped through the walls. Somewhere far above, ventilation fans turned without urgency.He hadn’t slept.Custody had a way of stretching time. Minutes dragged. Hours folded into one another until the concept of night and morning blurred. Jasper’s wrists still bore faint red marks where the cuffs had been. They had been removed hours ago, but the sensation lingered.He exhaled slowly, steadying his breathing.They hadn’t questioned him yet.That bothered h

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