Chapter 54

CHAPTER 54 Not long after Artur left, Jane came to the Sterling villa to introduce her boyfriend to Rebecca, but she kept on talking to Veronica on the first floor after seeing the escalator being destroyed. “You mean to tell me you installed this like two days back, and you’re removing it now?” Jane’s head swelled from anger. “Do you guys have any idea how much money you’re wasting? I can buy a freakin’ house with what you’re wasting here.” “It’s not my idea,” Veronica yelled back. “It’s my sister’s idea, so go and yell at her.

Not me!”

“Huh, fine! I’ll beat some sense into her!” Jane hurriedly started walking, but with the escalator being removed, she had to stop.

“Wait, how do I get to the first floor?”

“There’s a staircase leading up from the backyard,” said Veronica.

“Got it,” she wrapped her arm around her boyfriend and strode forth confidently. Those who didn’t know about Jane could have easily mistaken her for the heir of the villa.

“Is that her boyfriend?” Veronica didn’t seem to like Jane’s boyfriend. “He’s too macho. Not my taste. If I get caught up in those arms, I’d freak out instead of feeling comfortable!”

Unlike Veronica, her sister Rebecca was impressed by Jane’s boyfriend. “A wrestler needs to have this much of a build,” she said and even touched his bicep once after taking his permission.

Jane kept hugging her boyfriend all the while, her arms circling around his narrow waist.

Once the pleasantries were over, Jane yelled at Rebecca for wasting the money, and then Rebecca explained everything that had happened, excluding some awkward moments. “Artur Bonsbell is such a douchebag?” Jane couldn’t believe it. “To think I had a crush on him when I was in college...” she could only shake her head in disappointment, but then she kissed her boyfriend. “I have Donovan, so I think I hit a jackpot. He’s taller, stronger, and cooler than Artur!”

Donovan didn’t seem to have a problem with kissing Jane in Rebecca’s presence, but Rebecca’s face gained pink “Hey, hey! You guys look like you’re gonna have a go at it in my room!” she almost yelled. “Huh, did you forget where you first had sex?” Jane asked back Rebecca’s shoulders jerked up and down. “D-Don’t you talk about such private things before your boyfriend.”

“Hmph, fine,” Jane wrapped her arm around Donovan’s arm. “We’re thinking of watching a movie together, but Donovan likes big-budget action movies, so I’m thinking...”

“Alright. I’ll ask for my dad to book some tickets in advance,” Rebecca said, “though I don’t know if he even announced the release dates.” “I told you she’d do it,” Jane punched Donovan’s chest in excitement and then hugged Rebecca and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You are my best friend for a reason, but pick the best seats in the theater, okay?”

Rebecca didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“By the way, where is your Benjamin?” Jane wiggled her brows up and down.

“MY Benjamin?” Rebecca swiftly pinched Jane’s thigh.

“AUHHWW!” Jane’s cry was a tender mixture of moan and scream. “He’s your husband, so of course, he’s your Benjamin!”

Rebecca tried to pinch her again, but Jane moved back Donovan, however, purposely pushed Jane forward so she would get caught by Rebecca.

“Donut! How could you betray me!” Jane cried out. “You guys keep talking,” he said and walked out, looking a bit tired. “I’ll be waiting outside.” After some ear twisting, Rebecca let go of Jane. Both were panting, and then they laughed together.

“You seem to have a good boyfriend,” Rebecca said. “He seems sensible.” “Well, he’s not at all sensible in bed, I tell you,” Jane whispered. “We’ve had sex like sixteen times yesterday.” She even showed her hickies on her collarbone and waist. She was about to show the marks on her inner thighs, but Rebecca stopped her.

“Stop it, Jane!”

“Why?” Jane purposely teased her. “You feel like having sex now, don’t you?” “Hmph, you’re too easy to read!” Rebecca grappled with her and choked her with a suffocating grip. “If you think mere words can melt my self-control, you haven’t understood me well enough.” Right after she said that, she thought back to the song Benjamin sang the other night and wondered if what she just said was really true or not.

Seeing Jane struggle for air, Rebecca let go of her, and her mind focused elsewhere.

Jane gasped for air. “Were you trying to kill me or what?” she booted Rebecca’s ankle, making her cry at the top of her lungs.

Donovan and all the workers who heard her scream came running inside, only to see Jane forcibly shutting Rebecca’s mouth while tears flowed out of Rebecca’s eyes. “What happened?” Donovan asked in worry.

“Nothing,” Jane grinned. “We were just playing.”

Meanwhile, in the Sunshine Casino.

In the basement, more than a dozen security guards were down on the floor, with broken teeth and jaws. Only two men were standing by the table stacked with money. One was the owner of the casino, a bald guy in a red suit, and the other was Alfred in his usual beggar’s clothing. And the beggar’s staff he held had blood all over it.

“W-Who the fuck are you?” the owner was sweating all over, especially from his bald head.” How can you beat someone so cruelly?”

“Why are you playing innocent now?” Alfred smacked his bald head with the stick and made him bleed.

“Ugh...” he cringed in pain. “Fuck.” Alfred raised the stick again. “Wait,” he immediately took out the platinum card from his purse. Alfred stared at him for a long three seconds, sending shivers down his spine, before he plucked the card out of his shaky fingers. “You should have done this when I was asking you nicely.” He picked a handful of hundred dollar bills, turned around, and left while wiping the blood off the walking stick with the cash.

Even after Alfred left, the owner couldn’t stop himself from shaking, and he hit the table in utter frustration and screamed.

Alfred casually walked out of the casino, and the guard standing outside had asked if he got what he wanted, to which Alfred showed him the card. “Is that card really important?” the guard asked, having received a tip for allowing Alfred to enter the casino. “You could have just blocked it and requested a new card from the bank, couldn’t you?”

Alfred smiled and said, “It’s not the card that’s valuable but the symbol we put on it.” He put the card in his pocket and walked away, seemingly with the help of the walking stick.