Love Journal – As Told By An Emotionally Constipated Half-Genius - Chapter 263

He looked like a stockbroker working for the New York Exchange in Wall Street. The man was thin and tall, very fair as if he doesn’t usually go under the sun. He wore framed glasses and carried a suitcase like all successful businessmen in the city. Even his watch was made of gold. Nothing about this man looked like a hitman and Leah was having second thoughts.

Julian smiled. Indeed, nothing about this man looked like a hitman and that was why he was the best. It wasn’t easy to shake the Interpol dogs off his tail but he managed to ditch them and introduce his best hitman to Leah. He wanted the deal done without a hitch and could only trust this person to pull off a double hit perfectly after Julian got what he wanted.

“Just do as he says and you’ll find yourself the richest lady in China. Nobody can stand in your way once the Wildes are gone. All the shipping routes and influences that they have will be ours and you can gather your allies to kick CEO Zhu out. That engagement with him can go to the shredder and what you finally desire will be yours.”

Leah smirked and raised her champagne flute and Julian mirrored her action to accept her toast for a smooth partnership. Leah was too easy to influence, he didn’t need coercing and it was a shame he wouldn’t be able to get her sticky paws off him any time soon. This woman was dumb but shrewd when it came to finances. As long as she wasn’t willing to sign the papers with him, Julian hasn’t won yet. In the worst circ.u.mstances, he would buy her signature and have someone forge it then put a hit on her and stage her death to inherit everything. Heck, he would even adopt a child and fake the registration papers to make the story believable for the media if he had to.

But first, Wilmer had to go. His wife and mansion might be heavily guarded but his daughters were like free-range chickens even if he placed many guard dogs around. For a hunter like his hitman, they were as good as dead. In fact, why keep both when he only needed one? The Asian girl would be a good warning after they secured the blonde one.

“Send feelers and prepare a team. I don’t want anyone messing up the operation. Kill the Asian girl and make sure they send word back after you get the blonde one. Also, if Leah gets out of control, you have the right to get rough with her.”

“Yes, young master.”

Now that the ball was rolling, all Julian had to do was wait for his old man to set things up with his long-time partners. The new contract that Leah gave him after a little consideration wasn’t a bad deal but it could be better. He knew that most of Pineapple Group’s subsidiaries were already under that woman’s thumb and while having easy access to all the warehouses was a huge advantage, he wanted a place to hide their peddlers and mules. Firearm business with the Russians may be lucrative but the one that pays better were drugs. Fortunately, Leah had many properties under her name that they could borrow for transactions.

On his way back, Julian kept scrolling through his phone. How should he sweeten the deal? Women were truly ugly creatures. Just seeing a girl clinging onto the arms of her man can make Leah insane enough to want her dead. The paparazzi he hired to take all sorts of pictures did his job well. Some of these shots were good enough for some photoshopping.

“Hello? I need you to do some editing work for me and release it to the press. How fast can you do it?”

The man on the other end of the line groaned. “So soon? Who are you ruining this time?”

Julian smirked. “Scarlet Wilde and CEO Zhu. I need it before the conference meeting for the Golden Pineapple collaboration announcement. Also, do nudes of Alexandra Wilde and circulate them in the usual places. The dirtier, the better. Then get someone to write an article about their steamy escapades in the Bahamas. I want the media all over them.”

The other party laughed. “You want to mess with the Wildes in New York? Are you not afraid of death? I’m not doing it.”

Julian wasn’t smiling. “I’m sorry. Did you think this was a request? If you don’t take this job, you can expect to see your daughter’s life support suddenly malfunctioning at any point in time. Should I remind you that nobody in New York City will investigate us because we own them?”

The line was silent but not cut off. Julian waited. He hated to kill such a talented man but he would do what he had to. In this world, there wasn’t anything that money and power couldn’t give him what he wanted.

Reluctantly, the man committed to the new job and Julian smirked. Yes, this was how things should be. The weak shouldn’t have opinions, they should stay obedient and work for him until they die. Once he had the assets of two huge empires, he would force his old man into retirement. Of course, if he disagreed, Julian could always make it seem like his father’s weak heart had acted up in the moment of rage when he insisted on coming out of the closet publically. Nobody would know better.

“Patience, Julian…” he told himself and smoked a cigarette, flicking the ash out of the window. The night scenery of New York City never changed and Julian wondered when he could become the true owner of this wonderful place. All the sparkling lights and dazzling colours made him excited. It reminded him of the dazzling attention actors received on stage and for Julian, this city was his stage.

“Soon, the final act will come and when it does, I hope they’re ready for a major plot twist.”