In front of was a video of a gray-haired man lying above a woman, humping her to the best of his ability while the woman scread ’Daddy!’ ’Daddy!’ In the video. Soon, the man changed his position, with his face facing the hidden cara, while he enjoyed the intimacy to the best of his ability.
"This!!!!"
"Hot Damn!"
Behind , the two girls looked at the guy with shocked expressions. Their eyes couldn’t bear to look away from that man, not because he was handso but because he was very, very familiar to the girls.
He was Lucas Bellimore, Alexandra’s eldest brother.
"Who is... that woman?" Alexandra asked, as she looked at the girl that was clearly not Aleena, the one whom Lucas was married to. Though sohow the black hair and that body shape were peculiar, soone that Alexandra felt like she knew, but couldn’t pin-point.
"She is Tiara Reeve, Lucas’s best friend’s girlfriend," I explained before taking a few screenshots, and finding a few more relative videos of them entering and exiting the premise. Downloading them all, along with a few scandalous articles that I had collected from before, I put them on a pen drive before presenting it to Alexandra.
"Mikael, this is..." Alexandra glanced at the video still playing, while looking at the pen-drive. Slowly taking it from my hands, she still couldn’t believe that it was real.
"Hopefully, this should ease the burden on you a bit," I smiled.
A slight pause for a few seconds before...
"MIKEAL!!!!" She hugged tightly, kissing on my cheek for a few seconds, before leaving as she hugged that pen-drive, as if it were her own child. Wiping my cheeks with a tissue, I explained,
"I did search for a lot of scandals and stuff about every rich person I could. It was done to make completely sure that I got the recomndation from Silva. I didn’t think it would co in handy in this way, though."
Looking at Alexandra’s idiotic, blissful smile, Silva couldn’t help but shake her head in amusent.
Just a few seconds ago, Alexandra was so depressed as if her entire world was breaking apart. Yet now she seems like the happiest person in the world.
"Do it a few more tis, and she will fall in love with you," Silva spoke with a slight chuckle. Then, turning to as she asked,
"You do have an idea of what you have done, right?"
I nodded. Obviously I do. I had just provided information that could change the power structure of the 4th generation Bellimores.
"The favour of trust had to be returned soway," I added, making her nod at . Alexandra then looked at , her eyes seemingly trying to convey sothing, but for so reason she couldn’t say it.
So she wants to go and pull down her brother without wasting any ti, huh? Is she worried that I might find it rude that she is leaving as soon as she gets my help? Her expressions were interesting to read.
"Go. You might get busy with this," I let her leave.
Her eyes glistened as she bowed politely, thanking for the help before hurriedly leaving from there. Silva seed like she wanted to talk a bit more with , but was pulled away by Alexandra as they both left the apartnt.
"You girls are leaving?" Mom, who had finally finished her bath, ca out to see the girls hastily getting out.
"Urgent matters, aunty! We will co again!" Silva shouted, making Mom laugh a bit before she closed the door and moved back in.
Wearing the work dress, Mom was ready to leave as well. Though pondering the events that had happened today and the last week, I stopped her,
"Mom, can we talk for a few minutes?"
"Hmm?" Mom looked at , and I pondered where to begin.
"I forgot to tell you since I was so tired yesterday, but that recomndation competition had prize money as well. The reason why Alexandra ca to et for the sa reasons," I decided to begin with the money on the card.
Considering what’s normal, I continued,
"The original prize money was $25,000, but because I did exceptionally well, Alexandra herself ca to give the money with a bonus of $5000, making it a total of $30,000."
Mom gasped at that amount. It was about three months of her total salary.
"Why would they..." as she pondered, I explained to her the benefits they would get if I perford well in the exam, and even more so if I did well within the academy. Understanding that they were also gaining a lot of privilege through , she found it all right to give this much reward.
In the end, there was a prideful smile on her face as she gazed at , her son, reaching such heights.
"Also, I was working a ho part-ti job, fixing people’s phones, plus on a website creating freelance jobs. That also netted $2000 in a single week," I added, surprising her even more. This ti, she looked at with a deep gaze, as if she almost understood what I was trying to convey.
"Lastly, the ga which I am playing also made $1000 over the week, totalling the weekly earning to $3000," I sumd it up, making her widen her eyes a bit more. From the look she was giving , I believed she knew my intentions now.
"Mikael-" She was about to tell that it was my hard-earned money, or perhaps sothing similar. But I didn’t let her speak.
"So, Mom. Please quit one of your jobs. I would prefer the office one since it has unnecessarily long working hours."
She paused. A kind smile was present on her face as she looked at with a pride-filled expression, this ti not for the money that I made, but filial piety that I was showing.
"Son, those are your-" she was about to reject once again, but I wasn’t finished yet.
"The only reason I am not asking you to quit both your jobs is because I know you like to work in that saloon with aunty Zehell. Also, you are used to this kind of life, too," I spoke as I looked at her, turning silent, waiting for to continue.
"You have taken care of for a very long ti, Mom. But now I can’t let you overwork any longer. Especially when I am earning enough to sustain us both. Please understand, Mom," I said with a serious expression.
"But what if-"
"Within 3 months, we will be at Regalia University. They have a scholarship program where we don’t have to pay a single cent for lodging, food or any of the activities. Even if I fail to get in there, I can still manage to earn more than enough to support us both through my part-ti jobs. I know you have saved $50,000 for my college. Adding the $30,000, we have a total of $80,000. If everything fails, we can just open a small shop nearby and work at our own business," I added, making her turn silent again.
For the next 5 minutes, she turned silent, sat on the nearby chair and began pondering the whole situation. I could see her getting worried at tis, looking at as she wanted to ask sothing, but then turning quiet again.
After she was completely done with her thoughts...
"Sigh. All right, since you are this serious, I will give up my office job. Though, don’t put too much pressure on yourself, okay? Tell Mom if anything goes wrong," she finally gave up, making smile brightly.
"I will, Mom," I responded.
"Though... You seem to have really thought this through. Exactly what shop were you planning to open?" She asked curiously.
"I was thinking of opening a cafe or a restaurant. Perhaps I can learn to cook?" I pondered with a serious expression.
"..."
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