I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2083 - 1344: I’ll Handle This

With fierce determination, throwing caution to the wind and driven by raw lust, Liu Junxiang whipped around abruptly, only to lock eyes with an unknown face.

The unexpected encounter dimmed the blazing intensity in his stare just a bit, while a flicker of bewilderment crept unbidden across his expression.

He felt puzzled.

Prior to arriving, he had carefully plotted everything; nobody ought to have gotten near this changing area.

"Oppa!"

Differing from the innocent and charming lasses in those sappy romance dramas, Jin Zhuxuan wasted no time at all. Seizing the moment when Liu Junxiang was caught off guard, she dashed straight toward the unexpected visitor.

Regrettably, Liu Junxiang snapped back swiftly, seizing his "target" by the wrist once more.

"Who is he?"

Assuming his ears hadn't deceived him moments ago.

That word she uttered—Oppa.

Liu Junxiang pieced it together somewhat, gradually swiveling his head to fix Jin Zhuxuan with a gaze brimming with savage fury, wild obsession, and sharp envy.

"Let go!"

Jin Zhuxuan thrashed fiercely in resistance.

It was tough to fathom how old pals could sink to such depths.

"Hey, guys and gals need to maintain some space. Why not talk this out peacefully?"

The intruder remained completely clueless and boldly offered advice, showing no fear of taking a punch.

Facing a famous entertainer across from him; a swing wouldn't bring any trouble with the law.

Luckily, not all Korean stars master Mandarin; phrases like "guys and gals need to maintain some space" escape their grasp.

"Shut your damn mouth!"

Liu Junxiang bellowed, his jealous rage exploding to new heights.

Boss Jiang couldn't grasp the meaning, yet he sensed it wasn't friendly—probably something rude and harsh.

Unlike the adorable supporters beyond the door, he harbored no rosy views of star performers, not even Pei Yunxi.

They could still erupt in fury like a nagging fishwife.

"Tell him, if he doesn't release you, cops will burst in right away."

Jiang Chen quit the pointless chatter, akin to yelling at stone, and requested Jin Zhuxuan to relay the message.

Important people always stay cool under pressure.

Besides, his timing was spot-on. Jin Zhuxuan looked merely rumpled, her jacket halfway slipped but not truly violated.

The "Boss's" perfect entrance soothed Jin Zhuxuan's racing fears, elevating his stature in her thoughts to a radiant, almost divine glow.

Yet, turning her attention to Liu Junxiang—the longtime acquaintance who should have felt nearer—she hardened her face, her voice turning frosty.

She passed on Jiang Chen's warning.

Folks can share decades together, only to crumble before a pure or alluring visage.

As the one driving this bond toward collapse, Liu Junxiang had nobody to fault—not even Boss Jiang.

Opinions among people vary enormously.

For instance, unable to be sweethearts? Friends will do.

Others insist that without your affection, claiming your form suffices.

The first type are just flatterers.

Liu Junxiang obviously fell into the second camp.

His intentions shone clear—coerce initially, then leverage it to extract Li Xuejing's location. No female, however defiant, resists when fame hangs in the balance, particularly celebs. Endless examples proved it reliable. For him, it nailed two goals at once: satisfying his cravings and meeting the firm's demands. Still, his scheme proved far too hasty.

Or better said, far too bold.

He dared to strike amid a show's behind-the-scenes chaos.

Picture his sheer recklessness.

So, at the mention of "police," Liu Junxiang felt no fear whatsoever. On the contrary, he clamped down harder on Jin Zhuxuan's arm.

"Call the police? Pin what on me? Got proof? You're barely back on the local scene, and you'd prosecute the guy who handed you this shot? Zhu Xuan, would you ever stage a comeback again?"

Lack of knowledge isn't frightening.

The terrifying part is ignorance paired with denial.

No.

It's not terrifying.

It's tragic.

Jin Zhuxuan had zero plans to return.

She'd even declared repeatedly that life in Shen Zhou outshone Korea by miles.

You can't rouse a feigned sleeper.

"Your mind's ruined by narcotics."

Longtime camaraderie torched to ashes, Jin Zhuxuan unleashed her tongue freely, "No proof? Won't your hair serve as proof?"

Liu Junxiang's expression shifted subtly, and he unwittingly eased his hold on Jin Zhuxuan's arm.

Drug-sharing buddies all understand: nabbing users doesn't demand catching them in the act; hair analysis suffices.

Urine checks spot only the past week or two, whereas hair reveals up to a year back or beyond.

That loosening grip revealed his inner guilt, shattering Jin Zhuxuan's final hope for him.

Her companion was the boyhood Junxiang oppa, not this corrupted fiend riddled with flaws.

Humans renew every cell in seven years.

Today's Liu Junxiang differs utterly from the past version.

Exploiting his loosened hold, Jin Zhuxuan yanked her arm free in a flash, aiming to flee to Jiang Chen. Sadly, Liu Junxiang proved no pushover and recovered fast.

"None of you are escaping!"

Seek, and you discover.

Proof had surfaced from someone.

Even more reason now to hold them back.

Liu Junxiang snatched Jin Zhuxuan's hoodie again, halting her abruptly. The moment mirrored a thug assaulting a helpless lady in a thriller flick.

Tension crackled in the air.

In standard film tales, the savior ought to emerge any second.

Unable to stand by longer, Boss Jiang held his tongue this round. After all, the communication gap rendered words futile; he started advancing instead.