Chapter 18 Woman With An Overwhelming Presence

• “Cyclops, you are good at everything you do!” Jane praised whole-heartedly.
• Cyclops chuckled as he ran his hands up and down her body. Then, they had sex on the couch.
• Meanwhile, Jonathan spent the entire morning in great spirits. He had now become the CEO's favorite driver. No longer working as a security guard, nobody would assign him tasks.
• He spent the morning loitering about in the offices, having the time of his life while chatting up the women. Jonathan could be a little lecherous, but he wasn't annoying. When it came to dirty jokes, the young women were even better at it than he was.
• For example, when he took Sally's seat, she ushered him, “Get up. I want to sit there.”
• Jonathan slapped his thighs. “Why don't you sit here, Sally? It's soft.”
• As the women burst into laughter, Sally retorted nonchalantly, “Cut it out. I'm not going to sit on your soft thighs. In a bit, it might get hard, and if I get stuck, I can't get out.”
• It wasn't until a while later that Jonathan, startled by Sally's comeback, realized what was going on. “Sally, you rascal!”
• The young girls blushed while the women laughed out loud.
• The morning passed in such a jolly atmosphere.
• By noon, Yasmin and Jessica wanted to grab some snacks and coffee at Starbucks.
• As the driver, Jonathan would be in charge of driving them. He could grab a meal there as well.
• As soon as the women got out of the building, Jonathan walked up to them.
• “Oh, Ms. Smith, you look so pretty today,” he praised smilingly.
• Before Yasmin could say anything, Jessica interjected, “Don't you have any new lines? You're always repeating the same ones.”
• Jonathan chuckled before biting back, “Jessy, you must be envious! Ms. Smith is indeed pretty. Haven't you noticed that I never complimented you? Look at yourself. You have a flat chest and a bad temper. It'll be hard for you to find a husband in the future!”
• With her hands on her hips, Jessica chided, “Jonathan, you b*stard! How dare you claim that I have a flat chest?” With that, she stuck her chest out.
• They seemed quite formidable in size.
• In truth, her breasts were quite large.
• Jonathan denied, “I can't be sure! Who knows if you have any implants? I need to get a feel in order to determine if they're real.”
• “In your dreams!” Jessica huffed in irritation.
• Yasmin kept a straight face, but deep down she was quite amused. Jonathan sure is funny.
• “Ms. Smith, I'm certain you don't have any implants,” Jonathan added.
• Upset, Jessica countered, “Damn you, Jonathan! How can you be so certain that Yasmin doesn't have implants? Did you get a feel of her chest?”
• Jonathan explained, “I've never touched them, but I made the deduction based on the perfect arc of her breasts. Anyway, I need to touch yours in order to determine if they're real.”
• “All right, you two are getting overboard.” Yasmin blushed as she cleared her throat. She was the first to get into the car.
• After all, she was a young woman who had never had sex.
• She might be twenty-four, but she was still quite innocent. She managed to establish her company due to her genius and some help from her uncle.
• After Yasmin got into the car, Jessica rolled her eyes at Jonathan and spat, “You rascal! I will teach you a lesson if you keep saying that I have small breasts!”
• Jonathan chuckled. “I will take back what I said if you let me to verify their size.”
• “Die!” Jessica bellowed before getting into the car.
• In Starbucks, Jonathan, Yasmin, and Jessica sat facing one another.
• Jonathan ordered an exquisite steak even though he didn't like that kind of food.
• However, he didn't have many selections to choose from here.
• In fact, Jonathan preferred chowing down on his food.
• After the steak was served, Jessica made fun of Jonathan, “Jonathan, do you even know how to eat this kind of stuff?”
• “I'll just use my mouth!” Jonathan replied nonchalantly. “Why would you even need to ask that? You're such a dummy.”
• Jessica choked on her own words in frustration. Finding their interaction amusing, Yasmin commented, “You two must be frenemies.”
• Jessica spat and said, “No way in hell we're frenemies!”
• Jonathan chimed in, “Yeah! Frenemies always end up getting married. I don't want someone with small breasts as my wife.”
• Infuriated, Jessica blurted out begrudgingly, “Why don't you go kill yourself, Jonathan?”
• Jonathan chuckled.
• Yasmin heaved a sigh in resignation before lecturing Jonathan, “As a man, why do you keep picking on Jessy?”
• Jonathan chuckled and said, “Okay. I'll be the bigger person and stop making fun of her.”
• Enraged, Jessica cried, “You're definitely not the bigger person! In fact, even the people around you are despicable!”
• Yasmin was utterly speechless.
• At that moment, Jonathan saw a woman stepping out of a car outside.
• That woman caught his eye because of the overwhelming presence she exuded.
• Like a queen, she was extraordinarily beautiful in a crimson dress. Her hair had been done up elegantly.
• She was rather voluptuous. Around her slim waist was a black belt.
• “What are you looking at?” Seeing the foolish look on Jonathan's face, Jessica looked over in annoyance. After getting a clear view of the woman, she muttered, “Why is she here?”
• Yasmin turned to look at the woman as well.
• Jonathan noticed that there were two other men beside the woman. The two men looked cool in black shirts and black-rimmed sunglasses. To Jonathan's shock, the two men had achieved Peak Latent Force.
• It was incredible that two people at such a high level would show up at the same time in a tiny place such as Horington.
• People who were proficient in combat arts were trained to cultivate their spirit. As long as they were alive, their spirit would remain. As soon as their spirit was vanquished, the person would be dead.
• After all, spirit is of the essence.
• Spirit could be transformed into Force within a combatant's physical self.
• Even if an ordinary burly man could throw a punch of two hundred and fifty kilograms, that punch would be utilizing one's External Force.
• Other than External Force, one could also learn to utilize Latent Force.
• By utilizing Latent Force, one could shatter bricks laid underneath bread without damaging the bread. One could also kill an elephant with a single punch. One could consider Latent Force as the product of converging one's Force into the size of a needle, which was insanely powerful.
• Thus, people who were proficient in the utilization of Latent Force were terrifying beings.
• “Do you know the woman?” Jonathan inquired casually. Although two powerful combatants had showed up, it didn't matter much to him, for he was only interested in the woman's beauty. After all, that woman was also a mature adult like Jennifer. While Jennifer was alluring, that woman seemed more dominant in all her beauty. Both women were extremely attractive to him.
• At the same time, Jessica replied, “Of course we know her! Everybody in Horington knows her!”
• Jonathan rubbed his nose before asking sheepishly, “Is she famous?”
• Jessica said, “Her name is Polly McDaniels. She runs a high-end business dealing with wine and fabric. The two bodyguards beside her are a pair of brothers proficient in combat arts. Nobody dares to mess with her in Horington.”
• At that moment, Polly came in alongside her two bodyguards.
• Jonathan stared at her cleavage without showing any signs of embarrassment. He was even drooling when he stated, “She must be a size 36, and has no implants!”
• Hearing that gave both Jessica and Yasmin a huge shock. Jessica glared at him as she reprimanded, “Quit yapping! You'll be dead if she hears you!”
• However, Jonathan didn't seem the least bit affected. “Why are you so afraid? Women dress to impress men. Is she married?”
• Jessica spat, “No, but what difference does it make? Do you think someone like you can possibly get your hands on her?”
• Jonathan chuckled. “Why are you so agitated? Are you jealous?”
• Jessica was left speechless. She got so infuriated that she felt like flipping the table.
• Yasmin tried to smooth things over by saying, “Let's eat. I really have no idea what to do with you two.”
• Jonathan could be cheeky at times, but it was fun to have him around. His presence also offered both Yasmin and Jessica a sense of security.
• After finishing their food, the three of them left Starbucks.
• As soon as they stepped out of the entrance, Jonathan noticed a few hooligans sneaking around.
• They were staring at the entrance. The moment Jonathan and the rest got out, the hooligans walked up to them.
• Jonathan knew very quickly that they were after him.
• But...
• Jonathan had a quick change of mind. I had only been eating in there. I couldn't possibly have crossed these hooligans. Why are they after me? This is strange. There must be something more to it!
• Jonathan realized Cyclops might have set him up.
• Cyclops should know that these hooligans can't possibly do anything to me. Why would he send them then? Could it be...
• Given Jonathan's intellect, he was able to figure out Cyclops' plan in an instant.
• Yasmin and Jessica also noticed the hooligans marching up to them menacingly. They quickly hid behind Jonathan.
• At the same time, Jonathan wrapped his arms around their waists. Before either woman could react, he whispered, “Follow me.”
• Neither woman dared to struggle, so they obeyed him. Deep down, Jonathan was elated. Gosh, being able to hold a woman in each arm feels great!
• He quickly led them to a Jaguar.
• Neither woman understood what he had in mind, for that Jaguar was Polly's car and not their BMW.
• As soon as Jonathan pretended to reach for the door, the bunch of hooligans quickly circled them. The bald guy in the lead, Borat Cohen, slammed his palm on the roof of the Jaguar. He said, “Brat, you sure are enjoying yourself with two women next to you. We've been waiting for you for too long.”
• Startled, Jonathan frowned. “Hands off my car. Do you know it's a Jaguar? Can you afford to compensate me if you damage it?”
• “F*ck!” Borat swore, irritated. “So you own a Jaguar. Does that make you awesome? Do I look like a coward to you? I can hit it however I want! What can you do about it?” With that, he slammed on the car a few more times.
• The other hooligans sniggered as they watched in delight.
• “How dare you!” Jonathan cried in annoyance. “It's a Jaguar, not an AMC Gremlin. Do you know how much it costs? If you break it, you won't be able to compensate me even if you sell your soul! You should know your place!”
• Borat disliked Jonathan's attitude. He's acting all high and mighty just because he's rich!
• Borat was used to feeling full of himself. Moreover, he was paid to find fault with Jonathan. He didn't expect Jonathan to act up before he did.
• As someone who had seen his fair share of people, Borat determined that Jonathan was from a rather rich family. He had no reason to fear Jonathan. The Jaguar should only be worth about seven hundred thousand at most. Despite having ruined many expensive cars, nobody dared to request compensation from him yet.
• Therefore, he had a chilly look in his eye as he took out a steel pipe out of nowhere and smashed the car window. He sneered, “I slammed it, and now I'm smashing it. What are you going to do about it?”
• “You have a death wish! Do it again if you dare!” Jonathan threatened, his expression changing drastically.
• Borat yelled, “Guys, get smashing!”
• As soon as the other hooligans received the order, they wielded their steel pipes. In an instant, the Jaguar was ruined beyond recognition.
• The passersby maintained a distance as they watched.
• After destroying the car, Borat looked at Jonathan with a menacing smile on his face. “I've destroyed your car now! What are you going to do about it?”
• Initially, Jonathan had a morose look on his face, but it turned into a grin as he quipped, “Whatever. It's not my car anyway. Hahaha!”
• At the same time, Polly was already walking up to them with a glum look on her face, her two bodyguards trailing behind her.
• As someone from the underground, Borat knew Polly, who was an intimidating individual. At that point, realization dawned on him. He broke out in a cold sweat. With a pale face, he turned to Jonathan and stuttered, “You-”