Chapter 344

Jordan Bryant’s eyes were icy cold, laced with a sneer. This world’s like a script—setting people up with emotions and desires, throwing them into some grand performance, yet everything’s messed up. If he just stuck to the plan, then why did the one he loved always fall for someone else? Why did the person who was supposed to be with him keep choosing another path? And if he refused to follow the preset script, then what was it all for? Why did all his effort mean nothing? Why was he always living in Ronald Wright’s shadow? Why did he have to play the noble knight, stuck in place forever? Not anymore. Even if he had to break all the rules, he'd get what he wanted. A villain? Please. In a world like this, it’s the loser who ends up being the bad guy. Back at the guesthouse. I knocked on the door—barely a few seconds before it swung open. It was Paul Allen. He had his phone pressed to his ear, nodded slightly at me, then swiftly walked off. Right behind him, Ronald Wright stepped out. He