Kier laughed out loud after hearing what Jerson said. “The Young Master was dead. How can I trust you?” he asked. He looked at Jerson who was looking at him seriously. He immediately stopped laughing and said, “Stop kidding me.”
Jerson smirked. “Did you hear the old man announce his grandson’s death? I didn’t know that you'd believe such groundless gossip.”
Harvey rubbed his nose. “Kier saw that person’s body. It was certain that he was dead.”
Jerson tilted his head. He didn’t know that there was a body. No one told him that there was a body found in the same area where the incident happened. Nobody told him that there was a body and people thought it was him. He heaved a deep breath. “I am well and alive. That attempted murder made me forget my past, now I am here to take back my throne.”
Kier laughed again. “Bring me some evidence,” he demanded.
Jerson chuckled as he typed Red’s number. After only a few rings, Red answered his call. “Young Master?”
Jerson made sure to put his phone into full volume before asking, “What’s my name?”
“Pardon, Young Master?”
“State my name. My real name,” Jerson commanded.
After hearing Jerson’s authoritative voice, Harvey got goosebumps. The tone was so natural and seductive and yet could send someone shivers. It was a Ferrer thing.
“Soviet Kierson Ferrer, the grandson of the Master of the Ferrer Powerhouse," Red declared.
Jerson immediately ended the call shortly after Red confirmed his name. The whole room fell into silence. “I guess that is enough to confirm my identity?” he asked.
Kier laughed triumphantly. He grabbed Jerson’s hand and enthusiastically shook their hand together. “It would be my pleasure to help, Young Master.”
On the other hand, Harvey was rather shocked. He didn’t know that the person who saved him was the only heir of the Ferrer household—the heir of the dominant family. It would be a great privilege to see such an important figure in person. Now, Harvey and his team didn’t only see him but they were acquainted.
“Tell me more about your plan,” Kier said.
Jerson cracked his knuckles. “This would be a long conversation. How about we take a seat first?” he asked.
Kier nodded. “Of course! We should take a seat!” he said. He leads Jerson to the living room. They took a seat and started conversing.
The whole room was indeed pleasant. Jerson didn’t know that a room could be this pleasant. He need not pretend anymore. He could act without walking on eggshells.
“Now, tell me, what is your plan?” Kier asked.
“First, I need you to plan out an attempted murder.”
“What? Who will we kill this time, Young Master?” Kier asked, a bit dumbfounded.
Jerson snorted frustratedly. “You just have to damn act like you’re killing someone. I will be your target."
“So you’re telling us to plan your death and make it seem like you actually died because of it?” Harvey asked.
Jerson nodded his head. “Yes. That's right.”
Kier gave an evident amusement. “Why? For what reason?”
“When everything goes wrong because of you, dying would at least lessen the victims’ hatred, would it not? If I die, wouldn’t it make their anger lessened?”
Kier, Harvey and the other guys who were attentively listening to them talk fell into silence. They couldn’t deny it especially since they are doing this all for revenge. All for a fucking revenge, they would be willing to die. In that way, their anger would lessen but the hatred would still remain.
“I won’t deny that," Harvey honestly said.
“Right? That’s why I want me dead,” Jerson whispered.
Kier scratched his head. “Anyway, when would we act the plan out? A heads up would help us to avoid cramming,” he said.
“I would contact you when the right time comes. Be sure by then that you have already gotten ready to carry it out. A mere mistake would kill me,” Jerson replied. “You didn’t want your client to die, right?”
“Then it could not be helped. Expect by then that we would be ready,” Kier said.
After a few more words, Jerson decided to go back. He was assisted by Harvey out of the penthouse. Using his grandfather’s name and using his title as an heir helped him a lot. Everything is going according to his plan. He needed to do this before Vishnu decided to leave him.
As if on cue, Vishnu was making things clearer for him. But he still couldn't understand Noah's intention and why he was linking his brother to him, when he knew that his brother was in love with Derrick. But Jerson was sure that everything Noah did had its reason. He only hoped that Noah wouldn't be one of those he had to go against while finding out the truth. He hoped not to meet him in a predicament where they had to kill each other.
Arriving at his apartment, Jerson expected his usual empty and dark apartment but what he saw gave him warmth. Vishnu was in the kitchen, cooking. The entire place was filled with a spectacular collection of paintings. There is also a flower vase with a bouquet of tulips on his table.
Jerson’s empty apartment was filled with designs and a person he loves was waiting for his arrival.
Vishnu looked at him happily. “You’re back!”
Jerson was dumbfounded that he couldn’t say anything. Vishnu caressed his cheeks tenderly which made his heart beat faster. “Wh-what are you doing?” Jerson asked.
Vishnu hugged Jerson all of the sudden and snuck his head on Jerson's neck. “I thought you’d come back tomorrow. I'm happy that you came back to me on this day, Jerson.”
Jerson was pleased to hear Vishnu called his name while acting intimately. Although Vishnu seemed to not know who Derrick was in his life, he was still satisfied by such a small gesture. His heavy heart loosened up when Vishnu hugged him. Indeed, his remedy was Vishnu.