Why it never ends

Chapter 1117 Tilt

"Of course, I can, but considering that I'm a poor guy myself, do you mind if I use your name to dig some money for my studio?" Stella raised her hand and gestured "a little bit", "I don't need a lot."

"How many?"

"How about I take 14% of the amount I negotiated for you?"

“…That’s too much, 5%.”

"7%," Stella said immediately, "This is the minimum royalty we give to authors. It can't be lower than this - this is a matter of dignity. My labor is valuable!"

Hesta folded his arms: "...Okay, but I have to be there when you talk."

“What are you doing?” Stella stared at the young man in front of her, “Are you trying to steal my skills?”

Hesta laughed. "What are you afraid of? You said it was fate that brought you to me. What's the harm in teaching me some of your real skills?"

Stella looked at Hesta deeply, her eyes full of admiration and smile.

"You know, Jane, I'd rather not charge you a penny if you'd agree to one thing—"

Hesta stood up and said, "Let's collect the money first."

Stella was stunned for a moment, and immediately got up to chase: “Wait a minute, don’t you even listen to what I want you to do?”

"That doesn't sound like a good thing."

"That's definitely a good thing. I think you need someone to give you—"

"Stella." Hesta stopped and the smile on his face faded a little. "Let's talk about other things later. Let's do the things at hand first."

Stella took a deep breath, nodded somewhat reluctantly, and walked towards the main house with Hesta one after the other.

During these short dozen steps, Stella kept looking at Hesta's back:

"Oh my god, why am I so excited... Does Jane know what she is doing now?"

"Her lies, her beliefs, everything she is doing at this moment... need to be recorded for her. At some point in the future, these stories will surely stir up huge waves."

"Jane can't see this now, but she must see it."

"Someone needs to write a biography of her..."

“This person can only be me.”

……

Stella walked into the living room with some lofty ambitions. Before she even said hello, her eyes fell on Kovicik - this young man who seemed very confident when they met last time, now sat there without saying a word, as if he had been completely crushed.

However, even though Kovicik was broken into pieces, he still sat there with a certain residual anger, and this uncontrollable resentment made him look more like a pitiful loser.

Opposite him, Boheng's expression and movements were very natural, his shoulders were open, and his posture was very relaxed. Anyone who came into this room would quickly realize that the three men had already determined their social status at the moment - Boheng won, Kovichik lost miserably, and the man sitting next to Kovichik...

...What was that man's name? Stella couldn't help but frowned.

This man seemed to have no presence anywhere, so Stella decided to ignore him for the time being.

"Ah, Duke." Stella greeted enthusiastically. She walked forward and naturally put her right hand on Kovicik's shoulder. "I was just talking to Jane about you. When did you come here?"

"Really? What did you talk about him?" Bo Heng naturally continued the topic.

"Your taste in wine." Stella sat on the other side of Kovicik. "I told Jane that I've been in District 12 for so long, and I've never met anyone with a deeper understanding than you."

Kovicik looked up in surprise.

"Why are you talking about this?" Bo Heng said, "Jane doesn't drink."

"Yes, that's why sometimes you need someone who really knows the business to accompany you, so as not to be teased by some annoying nobles." Stella said, "Jane, do you really not drink at all?"

Hesta walked to the other end of the table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Yeah."

"That kind of cocktail party is so boring," Bo Heng turned his head and looked at Hesta, "I——"

"No one likes that kind of drinking party, so talents like the Duke are precious," Stella interrupted Boheng with a smile, and looked at Kovicik again, "Bringing you with me is like bringing an encyclopedia of wine?"

"That's not that exaggerated." Kovicik seized the opportunity sharply. He sneered and his face became lively again. "It's true that some people like to play tricks on others at cocktail parties, but it's more than just teasing."

"You seem to be very skilled in these matters?" Hesta looked at him. "Yes, you should go to such occasions often?"

"... No, either." Kovicik denied it immediately. After all, Stella had just said "No one likes this kind of cocktail party." He didn't want to be seen as a superficial person by Hesta. "It's just that all experience has its price. Are you going to attend any cocktail parties recently?"

Hesta was about to speak, but thought for a moment and said, "... Let's talk alone later."

Under the table, Kovicik had clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his fingers - he saw the subtle changes in Boheng's expression and understood that the balance of victory and defeat was tipping over. A sense of victory surged into Kovicik's heart, but this sense of victory was by no means as simple as just defeating Boheng.

Kovicik was thankful and even touched that he did not tell Hesta's message to him yesterday at the most dangerous moment. He thought that this showed that his feelings for Hesta had withstood the test, and he did not use her emotional gift as a weapon to stab his rival... This kind of noble feeling, of course, can only be maintained by a noble like him.

How could a man like Bo Heng, who only has brute force, understand?

"Any time." Kovicik's voice was even trembling. "Any time...whenever you need it."

"Really?" Stella said, "But Jane came to visit you yesterday afternoon, but you refused to see her."

This sentence obviously surprised both Bo Heng and Mei Sinan.

"Yeah," Hesta agreed, "You left me hanging in your living room for over half an hour... huh?"

"So I came today. I was indeed unwell yesterday." A blush appeared on Kovicik's face. "I can't hide away when my Lord Inspector needs help - if I really did that, I would not forgive myself."

Kovicik answered Hesta, but his eyes were looking at Boheng.

"So, I set out here at four o'clock this morning. You waited for me for half an hour yesterday, so you can let me sit here for the whole day today," Kovicik said. "Please believe that I will never be indifferent to your visit."