1 Making Them Jealous
City Z
The bar was bustling and clamorous.
People were drinking and dancing to the music, decadent but happy.
At the bar counter, Serina Norris shouted against the blare, wasted,
"Keep drinking! The hell with the childhood sweetheart! The hell with his fiancé! Screw them unfaithful bastards!" She took another swig.
Ernest Brisco, who was sitting beside her, put an arm on her shoulder and blustered, "It's fine, Serina. We're married. I've got you, bro! No, no, darling! We will screw them together!"
Serina burst out laughing but then said something that hurt Ernest's feelings, "Sammy, you said you wanted to marry me when you were eight years old! Do you know you will get punished if you lie too much?"
Ernest picked up her hand and shook it. "Are you drunk? I'm not Sammy. I'm Ernest! I'm your husband now! We just got married in city hall. Have you forgotten?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Oh, right. You are Ernie."
"Don't call me that. Call me 'darling', understand? Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I'll take you to those sons of bitches and throw our marriage license in their faces!"
"Perfect!" She slammed the table abruptly.
Ernest wanted to say something else, but the phone in his pocket rang. On the screen it showed "Great Demon King".
"Hang on. I have to take this." His fingers trembling, he finally tapped the answer button after a few tries. "Hello, Uncle Derek. I've got great news. I'm married!"
"Ernest, are you drinking?" A husky voice came from the phone. "I can't deal with you now. Did you take my freaking card? Quickly return it to me!"
"What card?" Ernest replied in a daze.
"Drunk already? Where are you?"
"Where I am?" Ernest couldn't think straight. The bartender noticed they were both crocked and was worried they might cause trouble, so he quickly spoke to Ernest's phone, "Sir, this is September Bar."
Ernest simpered, "Did you hear that? I am at September Bar!"
The call ended. Ernest put his phone on the bar counter and continued to drink with Serina.
Twenty minutes later, several black Rolls-Royce cars stopped outside the Bar. The waiter at the entrance quickly came to open the car door, and a slender tall figure got out of the car.
Derek Maynard, the president of the Saint Group, was also the future successor of the conglomerate. In China, the Saint Group was extremely influential, and Derek had taken the top spots on many rich lists. He's the richest man in the world!
Many people believed this man was omnipotent.
He was wearing a grey coat which brought out his lean figure. His handsome face was without flaws, beckoning people to admire it. His deep eyes could see through souls, and one glance was all it took to remember them forever.
The moment this god figure entered the bar, all eyes were on him. Women were turned on instantly, but none of them dared to make a move because of his cold vibe.
One of the bodyguards first noticed Ernest at the bar counter and said, "Mr. Derek, there's Mr. Ernest."
Derek walked towards Ernest and found him lying there like a corpse. Beside Ernest, a girl was drinking with her back to him. Derek frowned and gave his bodyguards a look.
Two bodyguards quickly seized Ernest by his arms and heaved him. The drunkard was then taken away in a daze.
Serina noticed Ernest had disappeared and quickly looked around. When she turned around, she saw Derek in a coat.
Her slightly narrowed eyes instantly widened. She couldn't believe such a dreamboat existed!
His brows were thick, and his eyes were deep and starry, as if she could have just free-fallen in them. His sculptured face was like a work of art, perfect and elegant.
"You there! Stop!" She stumbled down from the bar with a goblet in her hand.
Derek looked at her, and his indifferent eyes focused on the girl that staggered towards him.
Her face was all he could see.
Something awoke in his dark eyes.
He just stood there and watched her approaching.
Suddenly, Serina lost her footing and threw herself at him.
"So, handsome, how about we have a nice night to ourselves?" As she spoke, she patted his face with one hand.
