CHAPTER 21: LITTLE BRAT!

"Hi," Jason greeted Melissa over the phone in his usual calm manner while resting at the gym after celebrating his new quest.

The gym was quite empty today, with only Jason and Clara present. Clara was occupied with her phone, sitting in her usual spot. Since Jason was familiar with the gym environment, she didn’t bother giving him any lectures.

...Also, he still hadn’t upgraded his membership.

Jason looked away from her to focus on the call, taking a sip of water and wiping his face.

"Have you reviewed the documents?" Melissa asked, curious.

"Yes, I went over them last night."

"Oh? That was quick. So, what do you think?"

Jason stood up and calmly walked over to a treadmill, replying softly:

"We’ll discuss it better in person."

"Okay, that works for me. When do you want to meet, Mr. Jason?"

Jason chuckled.

"Please, drop the formalities; it feels strange to me. Anyway, I’ll be very busy this week and maybe part of next week, so I can’t decide right now. Can we talk about this later?"

There was a pause on the line, with faint whispers audible, perhaps Melissa was speaking to someone else.

Then her cheerful voice returned:

"Sorry for the short delay. Sure, Jason, anytime works, as long as it’s something big. Haha."

Jason smiled.

"Of course."

She said goodbye to him, then he hung up the phone, set it down nearby, climbed onto the treadmill, and started running. When Jason mentioned that he would be busy all week and part of the next, he was referring to the fact that he needed to complete a new quest. This quest was more challenging than the one involving Angela, so he had to fully concentrate on it and put aside his investment and business matters until he finished.

With the monetary reward, he would gain significant leverage in business. A hundred million dollars was clearly enough to make someone a multi-billionaire or even more if invested wisely.

Additionally, once he succeeded in conquering the two women, he would receive a villa and a Lamborghini. However, Jason was uncertain about one thing — if he conquered his stepmother before Daisy, would he get part of the reward then and the rest after conquering his stepsister? Or did he need to conquer both before receiving any reward?

’Damn it. I really hope it’s the latter,’ Jason thought, increasing the treadmill’s speed and running faster.

Clara looked up from her phone and shifted her attention to him. She took out a journal from her desk and wrote something down. Looking at him again, she bit her lip, her mind filled with various thoughts:

"Maybe... hotter? Yeah. Hmm, he would fit."

Her eyes sparkled with pure delight as she hid the journal and returned her focus to her phone.

***

Jason was walking back home. A short while ago, he had received a call from Daniel, his personal advisor, and they had a brief discussion about future plans. He also informed Daniel, just as he had told Melissa, that he would be unavailable for the next two weeks.

Daniel quickly agreed to this. With that settled, Jason could now fully concentrate on his quest. When he arrived home and first went into the parlor, he found Daisy sleeping on the couch without her crop top, leaving her breasts fully exposed, with pink, quite tempting nipples. He almost felt the urge to touch her breasts and pinch her nipples, but he held back, not wanting to risk facing serious consequences.

"Ugh. Why on earth is she sleeping without her top on?"

Honestly, it was a good question. Although it was summer, and most people were probably at the beach with summer break about to start, Jason didn’t understand why she would take off her top and fall asleep in the parlor when she could have easily done that in her room.

However, he remembered that she was quite careless about her body and could easily be naked in front of him without feeling any shame or embarrassment. She was that carefree. Even if she woke up and saw Jason staring at her exposed breasts, she wouldn’t mind. While Jason saw this as a kind of leverage, he also knew she wouldn’t just agree to have sex with her younger stepbrother.

With a grimace, he turned and walked toward the stairs.

’Well, it’s settled. I’ll go after her first,’ Jason thought to himself, already deciding to prioritize Daisy before turning his attention to his stepmom.

...And he intended to be with her this week.

When Jason reached his room, he took out his phone to check on Angela online. He sent her a message through a personal contact, and fortunately, she hadn’t blocked him yet. In the message, he apologized for his actions and expressed hope that she would clear her mind and return soon.

After about ten minutes, Jason tried calling her, but she didn’t answer, even after three attempts. He sighed, tossed the phone onto his desk, and leaned back in his chair.

Then, with genuine concern, he murmured to himself:

"I hope she’s alright. I guess it was just too much for her to handle."

***

The following morning.

"Regina! My dear little granddaughter!" Marinette’s voice echoed loudly from downstairs.

Jason, who was just making his way down while yawning and hoping to find some milk in the fridge, heard his stepmother call out that name. His eyes widened, bloodshot veins visible as the name Regina repeated over seventy times in his mind.

His heart started pounding faster in his chest. Instinctively, he took a step back on the stairs, trembling. Regina was Daisy’s daughter, studying out of town, and it seemed she had come home for the summer holidays. He hadn’t expected her to arrive so soon...

No, he wasn’t even prepared for the little... terror... uh... girl, maybe.

His body’s instinctive reaction came from the memories of his time with the girl when she was barely ten years old. It was terrifying — no, even worse than that.

Suddenly, as he tried to retreat back to his room, he heard the little girl’s footsteps running toward the stairs. Turning around to flee, he heard her cheerful voice call out:

"Uncle J!! Yayyyy! I missed you so much!"

’Damn it...’

Jason’s face went pale, and his pupils began to shake.

...He was forever a slave to this little brat, all because of one foolish bet he made long ago.

Well, not him...