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Chapter 90: Next time, I need to put on a serious show

Chapter 90: Next time, I need to put on a serious show

Chapter 90: Next time, I need to put on a serious show

After Jessica finished speaking, she held her coffee and watched Scarlett’s face change.

After a long silence, Scarlett shook her head. “It won’t work, they’re like siblings.”

Jessica, in her police uniform which made her look quite imposing, scoffed. “That’s a pretty weak excuse.”

She stared into Scarlett’s eyes. “Actually, you’re just jealous, aren’t you? You were the one who rejected Ethan’s advances. Now that he’s moved on, you want to stop him.”

“I…” Scarlett looked up, then back down again.

“Come on, are you still lying to yourself?” Jessica’s eyes flashed with surprise.

Wow, she really called it.

“You like the guy.”

She said it with such conviction.

“I don’t know.” Scarlett covered her forehead. “For eighteen years, I’ve always seen him as a kid. But then one day, he tells me he likes me.”

“At first, I was just shocked. But seeing what he’s done for me, I was really touched.”

“If you’re asking if I felt that romantic spark, no.” Scarlett looked up, her eyes full of conflict.

“But I think, I might never find someone who loves me more than he does. Maybe being with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

“That’s not love, that’s just being touched.” Jessica spread her hands. “I’ve seen a lot of this at the station. Over time, that feeling of being touched fades.”

“Yeah, so I rejected him, because I’m an adult, and I should make responsible choices.” Scarlett clenched her chest.

“But knowing that he’s with Blair, it still hurts, like something important has been taken away.”

“So if they really decide to get married, would you bless them?” Jessica raised an eyebrow.

“I…” After hesitating, Scarlett gave a bitter smile. “Yes, because I’m an adult, and I’m like their older sister.”

“I’ll help you,” Jessica said with a playful look in her eyes.

“Huh?” Scarlett was surprised.

“I’ll help you find out the real deal between them.” Jessica leaned in. “You want to know the truth, don’t you?”

Scarlett nodded after a long silence. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a professional.” Jessica patted her chest, which bounced a bit with her gesture.

“Ding-dong.” Her phone rang with a special tone from her pocket.

Jessica was startled, then pulled out her phone and unlocked it.

It was from her favorite streamer, previously known as “well-endowed” coach, now renamed Coach Biggie, supposedly because the previous name was too on the nose.

Seeing Scarlett silent, she opened her phone.

She started playing a new video uploaded by Coach Biggie.

“Wow, he even made it onto the Dream Chaser Show! Impressive!”

“Is now really the time to watch this kind of video?” Scarlett said, annoyed. Her mood was low, and her best friend was getting lost in entertainment videos.

“My idol is performing on the Dream Chaser Show,” Jessica quickly clicked on it.

The next second, a catchy tune started playing from the phone.

“Big Cock Spin.”

“?” Both Jessica and Scarlett had a question mark pop up over their heads. What on earth was this? It was beyond cringeworthy.

It was like mental pollution.

“Maybe cut down on that stuff,” Scarlett glanced at the screen briefly before looking away.

She was in a terrible mood and had no interest in such distractions.

Jessica, however, after watching the video once, rewound it and started playing it again.

“Why are you listening to that again?” Scarlett asked, her face full of question marks.

“I don’t know,” Jessica said innocently. “This rap is just so catchy, I can’t help but want to hear it again.”

“I think you might want to see a therapist,” Scarlett shook her head as she stood up from her seat. “Remember what you promised me, to check if those two are really dating.”

“Sure,” Jessica agreed, then turned back to the screen. The video was cringeworthy but oddly captivating.

All she could think about now was the tune of “Big Cock Spin.”

And there was Coach Biggie, smashing beer bottles in sync with the lyrics.

She even found herself humming along with the video.

She wasn’t the only one affected.

After Isabella decided to use Ethan as a viral sensation.

The internet exploded with clips of his performance on the Dream Chaser Show.

He was already somewhat famous, and his bold, addictive performance only fueled the fire.

Isabella’s simple promotion was like lighting a cigarette after smelling gas,the whole building blew up.

In a rental apartment in Capitol City.

“Our followers are up again.” Blair looked at her computer, her eyes wide with surprise. “We’ve crossed six hundred thousand now.”

“That fast?” Ethan was equally astonished.

He had hoped the promotion would do well.

But he hadn’t expected it to take off this quickly.

He opened the comments, and almost all of them were about the same thing.

“I can’t take it anymore, every time I close my eyes, all I see is that big cock smashing bottles and chopping wood, and I find myself singing along.”

“Coach, your rap tune is actually decent, can’t you do a normal performance?”

Ethan closed the comments.

“Not bad, if I make it another round, I could hit a million followers, then I can publish a book.”

And there was the commission Isabella promised him.

With the book sales, his goal of saving $100,000 seemed entirely achievable.

“What’s the next performance?” Blair turned to him. “We only have a week, it’s going to be tight.”

“I need to think about it.” Ethan didn’t rush to answer. “Let’s head back to the hospital room. I can’t think straight here, and staying out too long might raise suspicions.”

He didn’t want his aunt to know about his secret before he made $100,000.

Only with enough money could he possibly ease his aunt’s financial burdens and prove himself a reliable man, possibly completing his mission in one go.

“Next time, I need to put on a serious show.”

Ethan understood the power of contrast. When everyone expected him to put on an even worse show,

He would pull out something serious.

This would create a strong contrast and impact, manipulating the audience’s emotions.

They both returned to the hospital room.

Unbeknownst to them, a camera had been installed in the corner of the room.

Jessica, through the camera, watched on her phone as the two returned to the hospital room together.

“Young couples in a relationship should be at their most intimate stage.”

This was her best friend’s nephew and sister.

Through the camera, she could still get a glimpse of their lives.

They didn’t do anything out of the ordinary that night.

Until the next day, when it seemed they were preparing to leave.

Jessica, without even taking off her police uniform, hurriedly rode her motorcycle to the hospital entrance.

Real investigation was just this unglamorous.

She followed Ethan and Blair, watching as they entered an apartment together.