The Hero
Chapter 251 Then You Will Be My Eradication
Trevor's honesty is crazy based on his bravery. It's crazy, to the point that Libby's mad.
What does this mean, huh?! That just because you're a very poor mother*cker, you have a god-given right to let me go ?! That just because you're a poor bastard, you have the privilege to demand anything from me?! You are a parasite that lives in my colon, eats and lives off me, and now you announce your uselessness as if you were proud of yourself! You bastard, aren't you ashamed ?!
Trevor shook his head. "Believe it or not, there's another thing I have even less: money."
As if to prove his point, he took the money scattered on the floor without caring Javier was watching him. If anything, reality has made a compelling reason to prove Trevor's helplessness.
However, history is full of examples of people who consider shame detrimental to their success before they reach their stride. The leading figure of the Chalemetan Revolution, Georges Jacques Danton, had bragged about the courage that would strengthen him as the main force that overthrew the king and established the first Chalemetan Republic. For him, what could preserve the revolution he brought home? '
“11 nous faut de l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace!”
'We need courage, even more courage, always courage!'
For Trevor, shamelessness is a lesson to be learned. He cared too much about his dignity and reputation back then, and look where it took him today. Why would he still care about the shame after all the misery he caused?
Libby exploded. “Will you see this bastard ?! God, how could there be someone so...shamelessly?!” He screamed in front of Javier's face.
His humiliation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of knocking.
As if knowing the identity of his guest, Libby immediately turned around and opened the door.
A man in his thirties walks in casually which is usually reserved for their own home. He was also well dressed. She had oil slippery hair, a carefully groomed face, and she was only wearing branded clothes. He turned to Libby, and his eyes softened.
“My dear, I have been waiting for you for a long time! You didn't finish talking to that useless thing over there? You okay?"
Libby returns the same level of softness. "I'm doing fine. I'll end the conversation anyway. Sorry, I just can't control how angry I am. I can't believe someone so shameless could exist, you know?”
“Hey, hey! Its alright. Don't work on that. Here, a kiss to calm your soul.”.
The man pulled Libby into his arms and clenched his lips around the blood-red lips of the post-massacre right in front of Trevor's face.
Javier directed his face towards her, but an expression of indifference welcomed her back. It was as if my husband was used to it
Unless, of course, one did not notice his hands moving backwards and clenching. It was a subtle gesture, but Javier could feel the hell inside Trevor.
His lack of response was not out of tolerance. It was because of helplessness— was beyond the understanding that he had no reason to express his anger. The reason behind it may be many, but the root of it all, is money.
He has no money. A man without money is impotent, in a way that is even more torn apart than the usual meaning of the word.
Javier took out a cigarette and lit it before throwing the rest of the pack and the lighter to Trevor. The latter caught them, and Javier asked, "Tell me, if you have 150,000 dollars now, what are you going to do?"
He never told Trevor why he had come, but Trevor didn't need him. Chad McCool was the one who introduced his guest, and that alone hinted to Trevor about Javier's motives for visiting him.
He replied, "I'll divorce her."
Libby stopped kissing her lover and glanced at Javier with a mocking look. “Well, 150,000 dollars from you? Give me a break! Will you write $150,000 on a piece of paper with a Sharpie pen and give it to him?”
He turned around and shot a dagger at Trevor. “If you're really great at everything, divorce me! If you're really as good as you think, don't spend a single penny I've earned, you're useless!
"Who's the poser, baby?" His lover chimed. “He doesn't know who your boss is, right?”
Libby, grunting. “Who knows which hole he crawled out of? Maybe that useless thing over there is getting a son
fed up of never sleeping with a woman so she has to expand her options to men just to get some!
Both complete each other's grilling routines so well that no one can deny that they have chemistry. Couple's goals, maybe?
Javier just ignored them. His attention remained on Trevor. “What if you have 800,000 dollars?”
"1.5 million?"
Still as calm as ever, he said, "I'll hire a hit man to make chopped meat out of it."
“Then, how about 8 million?”
The change eventually overshadowed Trevor's expression. He linked eyes with Javier and replied, "Then, you might as well become my king and subordinate."
Libby watched their conversation with disdain. It was like watching two men pose engaging in an elaborate fantasy aimed at caressing their egos. 150,000, 800,000, 1.5 million, and now, 8 million? They talk about money as if it could be pulled out of their ass.
Trevor never spent that kind of money even at the height of his career. Libby herself had never seen what 8 million was like.
However, before she could make another mockery of her husband, Javier pulled out his phone and told Trevor, "Bank account number?"
Trevor clenched his fists again. This time, because of worrying confusion rather than anger.
He reported his account number when he heard a giggle mocking Libby. “Yes God, Trevor Hammond. I understand that you are trying very hard to do this delusional show, but can't you at least remember the reality for a moment? You forgot, didn't you? The account is on your behalf, but the phone number attached is mine! I'm the one who's gonna get the notification. You all can't fool me!”
While Trevor was silent, Javier smirked at him. "Oh yeah? Let's see it later. Let's see if you'll receive that message.”
He flipped through his screen for a while before slipping his phone back into his pocket. A few seconds later, Libby's phone rang, indicating a message was coming in.
She froze and turned to her lover, who looked just as surprised. He thought the two of them were just doing a horrifying bluff as well.
He still believes it was just a bluff. After all, who would think of giving money to Trevor? And is this man really as rich as he claims to be?
Libby pulled out her phone from her handbag and read the message.
The couple became pale.
Thas right. Although ludicrous, Trevor was really worth that much money to the man.
"No. No no no no! This is totally bullshit! It's fraud! I read about it in the news earlier - there is this technology that allows scammers to turn their numbers into someone else's numbers. This must be it! This is bullshit! he rambled, his fingers furiously dialing the bank's customer service number.
Even as he waited for his phone to be picked up, he fired a dagger at Trevor, like a wary viper.
He was wary of him - wary that the sleeping titan might soon be awakened.
He had gotten so used to stepping on it as if he was the floor under his feet that he had forgotten how powerful a titan was when awakened. He never thought a day like this would ever come.
Who would have thought that a simple man would break into his house and suddenly make the dormant titan move?
He's gonna kill her. He'll make her pay for all the things she's done to him if this is true. He hoped in the hope that it was all just a bluff.
In a panic confusion, he chose to talk to a human operator and enter his PIN number. A polite voice immediately followed, greeting him kindly. "Hello, Mommy! The current balance of this account is 8 million dollars.
“Is there something you want me to help you with? Ma? Does anyone need help? Any questions you might need help with?
"Mom? Are you still there?"
Trevor was billowing thick smoke.
The titan has awakened.
“No, Miss.” Heavy footsteps headed towards Libby before her voice rumbled clearly into the ears of the customer service operator across. "He's dead."
