Chapitre 3: Contract
Crystal Flowhills...
A luxurious extravagant palatial, designed magnificently splendid and spaciously exposed radiant, as the beautiful sun kissed the domicile, indeed making it look extraordinary.
The entire building, including in and out were superiorly uncommendable. Everyone inside were dressed classy and elegant. It would be agreed that the amount of money spent on each single dress cost a lot more than a three years salary payment. The environment were serene and comfortable as only the sound of paper flipping, and workers holding a file walking to submit their report. It would be an exaggeration if one described it as a gleaming palace, a party or banquet held for a demi-god.
Looking at the enormous display of wealth, Scott Johnson walked majestically into the place, as his eyes didn't glimmer with admiration yet a blank expression. He walked swiftly, surrounded by heavily guarded bodyguards, about five at his back, two beside him, and over nine outside the building. His appearance caught everyone's attention, as their gazes were locked with his.
"Oh lord! Why does it look like this is the first time I have seen this figure. Look at that beauty!" exclaimed a lady, who spoke in a whisper towards her friend, with a mouth hung open, eyes wide.
"He is some sort of angel disguised as a human" Whispered her friend in response to her.
"I have seen and met hundreds of men wondering in this world but not even one..." she raised her index finger up, showing her beautiful well-taken finger nails.
"...look a little bit handsome like him" She added, with a similar expression.
"Why would someone's son look this ravishing?" Another lady complained, with her hand placed on her chest, shaking her head in question.
"He has captured everything within me" Another said.
"And to think of it, he is blessed with wealth, born into a silver spoon and even handles this company. It breaks my heart to know that he is in no relationship, and doesn't want to have anything to do with ladies. Ah, unlucky me!" She grumbled while shaking her head in pain.
"He is the hottest guy, I have 'EVER' met" Whispered another, while stressing the word ever barely-audible.
"He is the king of riches and the prince of beauty..."
Everyone inside starting murmuring. It was because Scott Johnson was a jackpot that if anyone had to hit it, will definitely have to tame him before targeting properly. All hopes were lost cause nothing or nobody could grab his heart for no sole reason, but still, people were determined to give a try. Scott could only walk pass any of the women, who attempted to allure and enthrall his attention, as they sighed in frustration.
Taking the elevator to the 5th floor, surrounding in circle by his bodyguard, his phone vibrated inside his pocket, indicating an incoming call. He slid his hand and reached for his phone. Knowing the unknown caller's identity, he pressed the green button.
"Speak" He ordered coldly, without a 'hi' or 'hello' directed to the person. From the caller's side, he could hear her taking a deep breath, but before a word could come out of her mouth, a long sound was heard, indicating the call has ended.
Meanwhile, staring at her phone continuously, checking if she dialed the wrong number or imputed a false digit, but to her dismay, it was exact. The number she learnt from heart was accurately veracious. Looking absolutely displeased the arrogant interruption, she took a breath roughly before dialing the number again, but it was suddenly not active. Her grip in her phone placed on her ear tightened, trying to dismantle its shape. Her has tightened and instantly, she slammed the phone with force in the wall, cause it crack in pieces. Cursing and screaming, she began to destroy anything she saw that caught her attention. It was an utter chaos. One of the new employed butler, who heard her scream ran to where the commotion was, found her tugging her hair hard, with her body that suffered from light cuts, which blood gushed through it.
"Miss, are you okay?" He asked concerned, but what he got in response made his heart skip.
"GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE WITH YOUR HEAD IN YOUR NECK!" Her voice was like a devil trying to lure him into temptation, as he took his heels and ran for his dear life.
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DING
The elevator opened, as they all stepped out, following the suit of Scott, before waiting outside after he went in. Reaching his office, he walked towards his desk, relaxing his back on a black executive swindle chair, with a closed eye.
After some minutes, he stretched his muscles and cracked his neck before opening his computer, burying his attention on work, not noticing a figure that has been inside for a long while.
"What took you so long, Scott?" A man appeared from his study, holding a glass of wine, that reached half of his cup. He walked further to the figure whose expression remained unreadable as ever. Leaning on the wall while circling his cup, his gaze finally fell on Scott. He finished the wine in one gulp, keeping the glass at a side table, before walking to Scott's desk, throwing himself on the swindle chair, moving left and right. Releasing a deep sigh, he continued.
"The party would be held three days from now, so what's the plan?" he started, trying to get his attention away from the computer.
"Nothing much" Scott replied lightly, keeping a livid face.
"Are you really sure about this?" he asked.
"What more can I do? Scott replied, with his gaze still locked on the computer, not giving any intension of spearing him a glance.
"You know you could look at me, you know?" He asked with a light frown.
"Why?"
"Because I am your brother!" He answered fiercely, averting his gaze towards the glass window, that showed the beautiful view of the city.
"And I don't remember having a brother" Scott replied, while his fingers kept typing on the keyboard, really fast.
"Jeez...do you have to be mean as always?" He asked, now staring at his brother with regret.
"Do I have to be kind always?" Scott retorted, with a smirk.
"Ah...I can't wait for that lady to come and tame this block headed brother of mine" He said, looking like a kid having his first wish for the first time.
"It is a contract marriage, Kyle, don't forget" Scott said coldly, looking irritated making Kyle shake his head in wonder.
"Who are your biological parents, Scott?" Kyle asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I cannot be a brother of this heartless devil"
Scott: "..."
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone