REINCARNATED CEO GRANDSON
CHAPTER 67
BASTIEN'S POV
Bastien had unexpectedly learned something too.
He should never have gotten those three idiots involved.
They were strong.
Angus could heal them after every fight.
But it wasn't something Bastien could quite put into words.
Those three idiots should never have to be stained with blood the way he was.
"Lesson's over," Bastien told them when they got home.
"This world I just showed you? Never come back again."
That had been the last night he took them out with him.
The next day would have been his last hit spot.
It was going to hurt the enemy real bad.
And now that Bastien was going alone, it was going to hurt him real bad too.
He called up his men. Whoever wasn't too injured to fight had shown up to back him up.
But Bastien hadn't calculated one thing: telling the three idiots not to come.
"I'm getting sentimental," Bastien thought ruefully.
He didn't use to worry about useless things like that.
To make matters worse, the rival gang had brought backup.
A bigger gang.
A badder one.
No wonder those cowards dared to bare their teeth at him.
Before, they wouldn't have dared show their faces to him.
Things were looking bad.
Bastien found himself alone in an old warehouse.
The waning battle outside told him his side was losing.
They had been sorely outnumbered.
Across the warehouse floor, three men slowly circled him.
The one in the middle smiled. Bastien had smashed in his mouth earlier, so the smile was twisted and bloody.
"You should've stayed in school, Young Underlord."
He spat blood onto the concrete.
Bastien had survived worse in his previous life.
This wasn't the worst beating he had taken. Not even close.
He shifted his weight slightly.
His ribs screamed.
Probably cracked. Maybe broken.
But his legs still worked.
His mouth was also perfectly functional, and Bastien was sorely tempted to threaten them with his grandfather's name.
Arugh… but he wanted to take over the underworld himself!
He kicked at the ugly face when it got too close, only managing to reach the guy's crotch before pain ripped through his sides.
Maybe he wouldn't survive after all.
He had lived into his thirties in his last life.
Everything had been planned out for this one.
Even when alien portals and secret awakeners suddenly appeared—he had been in control of his destiny.
Until now…
Where did he go wrong?
Ah, right.
The three idiots.
Guess the sucker was him.
One of the men got behind him, and Bastien couldn't turn fast enough.
A hand wrapped around his throat.
A chokehold.
Bastien didn't resist.
There was no point in wasting strength.
"End of the road," the man said.
His grip tightened.
Darkness crept in at the edges of Bastien's vision.
He exhaled slowly.
So this was how his second life would end.
Just then, a body rammed headfirst into the guy choking him.
Bastien gasped desperately, refilling his lungs.
Someone pulled him upright. Someone else touched his shoulder.
Warm light flowed through his body.
Bones shifted. Muscles repaired themselves.
Pain faded.
"Damien, what the fuck are you doing here?" he yelled.
He could stand up and shake his fist at Damien—because he was healed.
His ribs stopped screaming, and his injuries were almost completely recovered.
"Angus. I told you guys never to come back!"
"Hn," Angus smirked. "You're welcome."
"Our Snow White can't say thank you to save his life," Quintin added.
"Even though we literally did just save his life," Angus grinned.
"That's why you Snow White types should just go sing with the pigeons and leave the fighting to us!" Damien yelled from where he was making pulp out of the three men who had cornered Bastien.
And then the three idiots remembered how the small flock of pigeons had chased Bastien the other day and laughed.
Bastien could only shake his head. Wth. But maybe he could spare them a thank you.
Damien remembered something else funny.
"Yeah, baby! Burn them!"
"I never said that!" Bastien yelled back.
The three idiots laughed. Good feelings gone.
"You three dumbasses! I told you not to come back!"
Jennifer smiled at the chapter before remembering that this wasn't just a webnovel.
Okay, it was—but her webnovels were really happening in real life now.
And then she realized that if what she was reading was happening in real time…
She put down her laptop and ran downstairs to the lobby.
Three idiots had become four.
But Jennifer was a teacher, so she was a professional when it came to dealing with idiots.
When the four boys came back to the building, Jennifer was waiting for them in the lobby.
Specifically, they met Queen Jennifer—the author of their lives.
"Ms. Jen," Damien spotted her immediately. "What are you doing up so late?"
"That's true," Jennifer smiled. "Since I have school in five hours. But I was waiting for four idiots. What about you? Why are you boys back so late?"
"You don't have to worry about us," Bastien answered. "We were coming back from a party."
"Was it fun?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes," Damien and Quintin lied.
Angus looked down at the floor.
"We are adults, Ms. Jen," Bastien reminded her. "You don't have to mind our after-hours."
"Why? Were you going to take responsibility for what you did tonight? Or every night since your suspension?"
The boys froze. Hahaha. Jennifer could see the gears in their heads spinning.
"How did you know?" Quintin asked first.
Damien hit him. "Shut up. Admit nothing."
Angus shook his head. "Sebastian must have told her." He added darkly, "You really can't trust anyone."
Jennifer sighed. "Oh, did Sebastian know about it? Then he's in trouble too."
Bastien raised his hands to signal the other three idiots to shut up and leave the talking to him.
But Jennifer smiled at her favorite ML. "You are the biggest idiot."
"What?" Bastien wasn't expecting that.
Jennifer stood up and walked over to him. "If you pull a stunt like that again…"
She searched her brain for the worst thing she could think of.
"I'll marry your grandfather. So you'd have to call me grandma, and then I'll make your grandfather will everything to me and ship you off to some faraway country where you'd have to get a 9-to-5 job, fall in love, get married, have cute kids, and live happily ever after."
The way their jaws dropped was very satisfying.
"I'll make sure you have to sign a prenup," Bastien decided. Idiot. As if Frank would ever marry Jennifer.
But she was on a roll. "And you, your royal highness, Prince Angus. I'll marry your uncle! And… and… you'll have to call me aunty and be a page boy at our wedding."
Angus frowned. "How would that be a punishment, Ms. Jen? That my uncle, the duke, would marry a wonderful woman like you would be amazing. And personally, if he married you, he would no longer be able to give me grief for loving Mia."
"Wait." This threw Jennifer off tangent. "I thought you were over Mia?"
He hadn't mentioned her in any of his recent chapters.
"Just because I stopped chasing her doesn't mean I ever stopped loving her," Angus said quietly, with all the forlornness of a broken heart. "All I did was stop making a fool of myself."
"Guys, she's lying," Damien said. "My wolf can sense lies and she is totally fibbing."
Well yes, but common sense would have told you that.
Why would Frank the conglomerate king—or Duke Chevon—ever consider marrying Jennifer?
"What?" Damien challenged rebelliously. "Were you going to mate my father too? Then I'll have to call you mother? That's really not the worst thing that can happen to me."
And then Damien got melodramatic too. "In fact, you're the one who will suffer. All the women who take on our family name will die within a year."
"Anyway, it's not possible. Whoever heard of the moon goddess mating a wolf?"
What made him think Alpha Drake would want Jennifer as his mate?
AND SHE WAS NOT THE MOON GODDESS!
"Ha!" Quintin announced then with false bravado. "You have nothing on me then! I have no one!"
But it just made him look like the saddest boy in the room.
Seeing the expressions on the boys now… Jennifer sighed and felt very sorry.
As their author, she had never truly understood their pain… until now.
"I'm sorry," Jennifer said quietly. "You're right. I was just bluffing. I've got nothing on any of you."
But because what they did was really illegal, she added, "But don't fight like that again."
And then she stopped at Bastien, her favorite.
"You know it too, Bastien. These three don't belong in your world."
"You too. No matter what your life was, your life now is an open field. You don't have to follow those same paths."
Jennifer suddenly felt very tired.
She turned to go up the stairs. "I'm going to bed. Unless a Cosmic Devourer eats me, I have to teach water week in a few hours."
Behind her, she heard Damien say,
"I told you she was the moon goddess."
Argh! Crazy wolves!