Irresistible

st jokes his mother once told him. At a very young age, he experienced the worst thing that

ere he learned to steal from ordinary vendors and use dirty tricks to fool p

on that belonged to his client, a notorious mafia boss who came from Beijing but move

ed men the leader of them all was about to meet the most wanted hi

recommended Kwan to eliminate his enemies. Denisse assured him that Kwan

ked, "Where's your leader?" He looked around

powder, and alcohol lingered in the air. The men were silence

him has a calm, composed, and collected demeanor and a serious face without a single scar. He

didn't expect you to come here alone. Weren't

ette, and the other inside the pocket of his long over

wan said, emitting smoke, m

he pockets of his jeans, conscious about what the price would be. He thought that hi

quickly," Kwan replied brusq

; I'm wealthy enough to buy someone's life-someone who's very important

u one month,"

s he swallowed his cigar, the cinder slowly appro

rdered, clapping his hand

it near Kwan. The man opened the attaché case, while Brandon went towards his c

you accept that," Brandon said, holding a silver lighter a

was going to build, but Kwan knew how valuable his conscience was.

you if you get caught by those cops." Brand

romise, took the attaché case from the floo

devilish laughter gradually faded as t

od on vast, untouched land. It had a grand staircase leading upward with elegant, bloomi

d their attention from the gate. A chariot stopped there, and a tall and handsome man cam

, welcoming their guest. "Meet Emerson Bevilla, our

t, the young lady's eyes met Emerson's. He smiled at her,

ysical features: he has brown eyes, a high French

't know why even her long, curly, blonde hair, which wasn't even tied, seemed to

their attention and asked, "So, yo

urprise as he shook his head while being freed fr

show him around first?" Bernadette

, so she had no other choice. She acted like she didn't know where to go fir

irt. He couldn't help but secretly enjoy every glimpse of her sm

y ask him if you need something," the young lady said as she hastily turned to leave, noticing that the ma

houted, but the lady hadn't heard him, or at least

e picking up the trash from the grou

complimented. A sweet and char

talented and clever, too. There's no other woman who can be

heard from the headworker. He didn't know why he, himself, was showing

ticed Emerson was doing nothing

having freed himself from his own imagination. "Why d

s there; then perhaps you will know. You must not be

ecca first." Emerson stepped out, attempting to leave

your legs, stay away from the young lady of S

ged, and the fact that he called Rebecca the young lady of San Jose

ouble, Emerson followed him to the front yard to help trim the tall weeds. I

window of her bedroom up on the second floor of the mansion, Rebe

er or as if he were just released from jail," Rebecca sol

sked as she entered the room. She then peered through the wi