LOVER MONSTER!
62. Covert Intentions.

Today-luckily-Demian did not come to Bronze and laze. The man disappeared again, and although Oscar did not ask where Demian was headed this morning, Oscar knew that Demian's goal was Jessica at best.

After all, that guy is being struck by an incredible heartbreak. He might be begging for forgiveness again to the owner of the Elixir cafe.

Anyway, speaking of the owner Elixir, Oscar was amazed at him. Oscar thought the girl couldn't be angry. Well, maybe he can, but his anger won't last long, will it?

Oscar did not expect that Jessica would stick to her position to kick Demian out of her life.

That's impressive.

Someone must have intervened.

Women like Jessica, not Oscar for bad, are forgiving. It is not bad, if only all the inhabitants of the earth were good people. However, unfortunately the inhabitants of the earth are mostly bastards. The forgiving nature that should mean good, even makes them often used. Considered weak.

"I was wondering, who was driving Jessica until she had a change in her attitude? Is that the barista?" Oscar weighed in, but immediately shook his head.

Eeiii, Ethan is as weak as Jessica. They are like twins in a sense of personality.

"What Elliot?" Of course, compared to Ethan, Elliot is a more frontal man. He's the kind of guy who'll hit you a hundred times if you hit him once. Elliot - despite his hard-headed personality - is not like a man who is good at strategy. He couldn't possibly be able to influence Jessica to harshly to Demian.

Elliot Winchester is neither. Scribbles.

"Oooh, so he's yeah..." The final conclusion is Dania.

The arrogant woman who looked up to herself was more reasonable to influence Jessica. Dania who loves herself excessively.

Dania is the type of woman who believes her voice is the voice of time, absolute truth.

The confidence in her voice coupled with her closeness to Jessica, was enough to make her Jessica's second brain.

"At least, he has a useful friend." Oscar smiled faintly.

Currently, Oscar and Jessica's friendship has not risen to a closer level. So, for Oscar to affect Jessica's mindset would be hard going. Therefore, Oscar felt touched by Dania's help. Even though the girl had no intention of helping him.

"Boss.." a waiter came to greet Oscar who had been busy with his own thoughts. "Someone from the VIP class would like to invite you to play."

"just skip. I'm busy right now." Busy thinking more precisely. When it comes to the body, Oscar from earlier was just sitting on a couch. Enjoy a bowl of wine and a glass of tequila.

Yes, it is still morning. This is not the time to drink alcohol. Oscar is Oscar. Oscar has a very difficult lifestyle to understand.

"But, boss, he said you'd regret refusing to play with him."

"Fuck, who is it?" Oscar would not want to get off the couch. The damned provocation made Oscar determined to dry the pockets of his VIP guests.

"Look, before he fell into poverty, I won't let him stop playing!"

The strong determination that Oscar made lasted a few steps until he greeted the VIP room on the second floor of Bronze. Oscar - with a dealer-style appearance - retraces to the second floor and finds the entire table on the floor empty-clad.

"Where are the other players?" Oscar looked at the security guard near the stairs.

"The whole floor's been booked, boss."

"Huh?" How could Oscar not know this at all?

Regrets that arise because the break is disturbed, subsided replaced by vigilance. Oscar sauntered quietly towards the only inhabited table.

A pair of neutrals observed the six men of great weight who were now encircling the table. Six men armed and posh. At least, a suit is expensive.

Seeing Oscar approaching, the six bodyguards opened up space for someone who had been sitting on the sofa ever since. Someone who hides behind his bodyguard.

Curly hair with honey brown color and gray black iris. That familiar appearance at the same time felt foreign.

"Aaah," Oscar smiled like a mockery. "Erthian Bellamy, apparently. I thought what the fuck, you made me nervous just now."

More than nervous, now Oscar's hanging.

Erthian stood up from the sofa, the long-sleeved clothes that surrounded him made Oscar feel hot. It's spring, duh. Is he not hot?

Oh, I almost forgot she was sick.

"Are you Oscar Brown?"

"Is that questionable?" Oscar believes Erthian has done his own investigation if he was able to come here without making Oscar aware at all of his arrival.

Sly bastard.

"Forget it. It's just a habit that's hard to let go of." Erthian circled the table and walked over to Oscar who was standing gallantly without any bodyguards or anything. Act like a soldier who is not afraid of death.

Arrogant.

"What is a famous master like you doing in this slum?" Oscar started the topic. "Are you sure there's no wrong place to visit?"

"That's an offensive question, a Bellamy never makes a mistake."

"Well, you can call it a first experience." Not yet had Oscar revealed his friendly smile, one hand from Erthian's bodyguard came forward and punched him in the face.

"F--, why all of a sudden?" Oscar felt pain in his cheek. The strong dry knuckles of Erthian's bodyguards made blood seep in Oscar's mouth.

'Damn, if I lose my teeth, I'll stomp you to death.' Oscar sat in while rubbing his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," said Erthian softly. He approached Oscar and handed him a handkerchief. "I'm just not happy to see you smile."

"If you were a woman, that would sound pretty painful." - Oscar.

Ignoring Oscar's clumsiness, Erthian passed the man and looked around, observing. "So, is this where Demian lives?"

"What do you mean, he just came to gamble and disappeared."

"Oscar Brown, pretending to be stupid won't bring you anything good." Erthian warned. "I'm not stupid enough not to know your relationship. Stop acting like you can fool me."

"I'm just telling the truth. Demian came here just to gamble. He could be said to be a capable opponent, actually. He once drained our money for his talent and luck."

"Well, is that gambling also included with the Bellamy residence staking?"

"..."

"Your man is dead, just so you know." Erthian returned to the sofa. Standing up too long is exhausting him. "I'd like to bring some flakes of his body, but I think it'll rot in the way."

Erthian smiled witfully.

"I'm just preparing services for Demian" Oscar said.

Unfortunately, Oscar felt that playing tug of war with Bellamy's eldest would not end well. It's better that Oscar is frontal now.

"That service was included in protecting Demian from my family's attacks, wasn't it?"

Erthian smiled once more. "Don't get me wrong, I'm asking you this isn't because I'm angry or anything. Actually, I feel very good about your help."

'I'm sorry, but I'm not wrong in understanding anything, tuh!' Oscar is beating up.

"Demian came to Vegas a few years ago. He's a kara, you, a very meritorious foreign man already willing to help him. You kept him alive until now."

'Your speech sounds contrary to the tone of your voice which implies annoyance.' Oscar squinted, questioning the meaning behind all the sweet words that spilled over his head.

"Honestly, Oscar, because you've been treating Demian so well. I want to give you rewards."

"Rewards?" That.., suspicious.

"You may not know this, but I love Demian very much. Because of the long breakup, I missed a lot of things about her. I want to know everything about Demian now. I want to learn about the most important things in her life. What he likes and dislikes..."

"Do you intend to buy information from me under the pretext of rewards?"

Erthian frowned in surprise. "where possible. Rewards for your services have helped Demian all this time you have got now. The thing I want, the rewards will follow depending on how valuable the information is."

"I don't feel like I've earned rewards of any kind now..." Oscar's confused.

"Why aren't you sensitive at all?" Erthian smiled obliquely. "You who don't die here are rewards that should make you bow down in gratitude."

"..."

"Anyway...., what about my offer just now? Would you like to help this man who loves his brother so much to get closer to Demian?"

Oscar looked at Erthian, his grin expanding. "of course. I'd be very happy to be instrumental in helping familiarize the two brothers."

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Nowow.

After the Oscar call, Demian finally retraced in Bronze. His long legs led him to the second floor, the floor where Erthian was.

Along the way, there were many things raging inside Demian's mind. The things he wanted to say, the things he was worried about were in his head. However, the moment he found that familiar face standing before him, all the words imprinted on his mind were falling apart.

Demian remained silent.

"For a long time no see, Demian..."

With hospitality, Erthian walked up to Demian who was standing a few steps before him. Erthian put a warm bribe to his sister. However, unlike he expected a reciprocal hug as well, Demian did not give any reaction to that familiarity.

"How are you?" ask Erthian.

Back then, in Demian's eyes, Erthian was so fragile. He was thinner than the last time Demian saw him. He's also a little pale. His pair of black irises exuded tenderness and affection, but Demian was well aware of how perverse the affection was.

Demian-faced to Erthian-feels like his heart was being pierced by a sword.

"Demian, are you so surprised to see me coming? Why are you so stiff?"

Pushing Erthian away from before him, Demian chose to observe the people who were on that floor. Oscar wasn't there, he's probably been sent off by Erthian.

"Why are you here?" Demian then turned around. It's tickling.

"I miss my dear sister, so I'm coming."

Huh, joke!

"Erthian," Demian insisted once again. "Did you take your doctor with you?"

"Okay, I guess..., maybe?" That answer left Demian's hands clenched.

Goddamnit!

If only the man in front of her now was not a sick man who would have been knocked down by the slight night wind, Demian would probably have beaten the man by now.

"Ahahahaha, what's with your expression? Take it easy, I didn't come here to die. I just miss you, Demian. You never came home, so I thought I'd better visit you, right?"

That's another piece of shit!

Demian held back the rampage.

"You shouldn't be here, Erthian!"

"Why? Can't I miss my sister now?"

If Erthian had been an angel who would have spilled affection for his sister, then what he said now would have touched Demian. Unfortunately, he's not. If there was the thing Demian hated the most at Bellamy, then Erthian was the answer.

"Stop interrupting my life. I'm sick of dealing with your madness!"

"I don't understand why you're telling me this, when I love you so much."

"Erthian.., don't make me hit you."

"You can hit me."

"..."

"But you can't, because you love me too, right? My dear brother."

Demian growling. "The only reason I won't hit you is because I won't send you back to Sorrento in a coffin!"

"Thank you for your attention." Erthian's smile was cheerful. "So, since I'm already here, instead of fighting, how about we let go of each other by spending time together. Ah, do you know the best Italian restaurant in town?"

"..."

"Demians?"

I swear to God, damn it!

"Erthian, which part don't you understand? I'm. No. gabe. Want. You're. In here! I don't want you in my life!"

"Don't talk like that, you hurt my feelings." Erthian's voice was like a mockery. "Ah, since I only arrived a few hours ago, I will rest in the hotel alone today. If you miss me, you can stop by. I'm staying at Emperor."

"Erthians..." All Demian's words bounced. Erthian only cared about his own words.

"I'd be so happy to spend time with you, Demian. Therefore, don't ruin my pleasure." Although the words came out of Erthian's lips lightly and with hospitality, but his pair of dark irises shone at Demian like a threat.

Demian's body twitched in vigilance.

Erthian bastard, what exactly does he want?

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