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Sam ShelbyBy the way—quick question for you guys: Am I the only one who thinks Johnny is an idiot for not wanting to accept the hot assignment? 🤔🤨👺 Because I’m genuinely curious what you all think about that decision. Drop your thoughts in the comments.
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Chapter 123
“I’ve heard of it.” Johnny replied.“It’s not just a local show,” she said quickly. “It streams. Sponsors. Real money. Real contracts. Twenty million for the winner.”“I heard him shouting.”Her jaw tightened. “He already has a contestant ticket which cost over 5,000 dollars, and He passed auditions last week.”“And you?”“I also passed the audition” she added quietly “They said I had potential.”“So, what’s the problem” Johnny asked confused. She shook her head. “I do not have the money to afford a contestant ticket”The words were simple, but they carried weight.“I was close,” she added quietly. “Really close. They said maybe next season.”Johnny watched her face carefully.“But next season doesn’t help me now,” she said. “I don’t have next season.”“What does that mean?”She hesitated again. The hesitation of someone deciding whether to humiliate themselves further.“I work two part-time jobs,” she said finally. “I send money home. I’ve been saving for vocal training for years.
Chapter 122
“You’ll regret this!”The voice cracked through the restaurant like something breaking.Johnny didn’t turn immediately. He was still looking down at the man on the floor, still measuring his breathing, still deciding if he had used too much force or just enough.“You hear me?” the man shouted again as security grabbed him under the arms. “You’ll regret this! When I win Platinum Valley’s Got Talent—when I take the twenty million dollar prize—I’ll come back for you! I’ll make sure you see hell!”People shifted in their seats.Some rolled their eyes.Some whispered.Twenty million.It sounded big when shouted. It sounded childish when paired with blood running from a split lip.Johnny finally looked up as they dragged him toward the exit. The man twisted, still trying to look powerful even as his feet scraped across the floor.“You’re finished!” he barked. “Both of you!”The door opened. Cold air rushed in. Then it shut.Silence followed. Thick. Awkward.No one clapped. No one cheered.T
Chapter 121: John
“Please… go out with me, John.” The words landed wrong. They hung in the air, thin and shaking, loud enough to cut through the restaurant’s soft noise. At first, Johnny didn’t even register them as speech. They sounded like a mistake—something meant for another table, another person, another version of the room. His brain skimmed past them the way it skimmed past background noise. Johnny blinked once. Slowly, carefully, he turned his head. The chubby girl was standing just a few steps away. Her hands were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. Her shoulders were drawn inward, like she was trying to take up less space than her soft, plump body allowed. Her tight dress hugged her thick thighs and wide hips, the fabric stretching over her jiggling belly rolls, while her massive tits strained against the low neckline, threatening to spill out with every shaky breath. And for half a second—just half—Johnny thought she was talking to him. His stomach dipp
Chapter 120: Mystery Reward Box
The words hovered in front of him, bright and obscene, like someone had carved them straight into his vision.John didn’t move. His jaw tightened.Then something twisted.“What the fuck!”…[HOT ASSIGNMENT ALERT]Task: Engage in passionate sex with Margaret GraceReward: Mystery Reward Box...For a moment, his mind went eerily quiet.Johnny didn’t breathe.Not because he was stunned.Because his body forgot how.The restaurant noise—cutlery, low voices, the faint hum of music—slid out of focus, like someone had reached into his head and twisted the volume knob down.He read it again, slower this time, as if patience alone might expose the punchline.Engage in passionate sex.With who?With Margaret Grace.A sharp breath pushed out through his nose. His fingers curled once, slow and deliberate, like he was testing whether they’d shake.His jaw locked so hard it ached.“Who the fuck is Margret Grace even?”The question didn’t even come with curiosity. Just irritation. The kind that bur
Chapter 119: The Royal Clam
Johnny drove away slowly. Not because the car couldn’t move faster—it could—but because his hands were still steadying themselves on the wheel. The road ahead stretched wide and clean, lights reflecting softly on the polished surface of the Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The engine purred like it didn’t know struggle had ever existed, vibrating up through the seat to tease his crotch. Behind him, the old apartment building faded into the distance. The Valley. That was what people called it now. Short. Flat. It wasn’t worth more words. The Valley sat low, pressed between cracked roads and tired streetlights. Buildings leaned into each other like they were too exhausted to stand alone. Paint peeled. Windows stayed shut even in daylight. It was where people lived when life didn’t give them options. Johnny used to know every street there. He had walked those roads with empty pockets and heavy thoughts. Walked them at night when buses stopped running. Walked them in the ra
Chapter 118: Eight Hundred Million
Chapter 118The caretaker let out a strange sound—half laugh, half cough.“You’re joking,” he said weakly. “This has to be a joke.”Johnny didn’t answer him.The owner’s calm expression finally cracked. Not into anger—but into disbelief.“You’re serious,” he said slowly.Johnny nodded.“I am.”The caretaker shook his head rapidly. “No. No, no, no. This is impossible. You think money is a joke? Eight hundred million dollars isn’t something you say lightly!”Johnny slipped his phone from his pocket.The caretaker’s breath caught.The owner watched closely now, eyes narrowing, heart clearly pounding beneath his calm surface.Johnny unlocked his phone.He didn’t rush.He didn’t smile.He simply waited, and asked again“Check or transfer?”And the silence in the lobby grew heavier by the second.The silence after Johnny’s question this time felt heavier than anything he had said before.The caretaker—who had been laughing just seconds ago—stared at Johnny like the man had suddenly started
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