Chapter 169: Untouchable

Woken up early in the morning by a faint knocking sound, I mumbled a few words of refusal before falling back asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a sliver of sunlight sneaked through the gap in the curtains, landing right on the head of the bed. Swatting away the annoying light, I suddenly remembered I had things to do this morning and immediately lost any desire to sleep.

I reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table and glanced at it: 8:50 AM.

The alarm clock should be fine, right?

I shook it in my hand and then put it to my ear.

Tick, tick, tick...

So, I reluctantly buried my head back in the pillow, struggling for a moment before having to face reality.

Picking up the phone on the bedside, I dialed a series of numbers and, after connecting, switched to a languid tone to claim I was feeling unwell, so on and so forth, managing to muddle through.

Successfully skipping work, my mood greatly improved.

I couldn't help but think.

It would be even better if it could always be like this.

There were such opportunities.

But what I wanted was true freedom, not to become someone's private possession.

I sighed inwardly.

My mood quickly plummeted again.

Somewhat mechanically getting dressed and washing up, I left the bedroom. As I was heading downstairs, I happened to meet the girl who likes to wear a ponytail coming out of a room with a stack of documents. Seeing me, she greeted me politely, "Ms. Kinsky, good morning."

I glanced at the door behind Jennifer and nodded, "Morning, where's Jenny?"

Jennifer came over and said, "She went shopping, should be back by noon. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Um, thanks."

"Follow me."

We went downstairs to a small dining room where I was seated. Jennifer brought over a breakfast and placed it in front of me, saying, "Ms. Kinsky, you can leave the utensils here after eating, and call me if you need anything."

Watching Jennifer leave, Natasha Kinsky picked up the utensils and started eating leisurely. The villa was very quiet, but she inexplicably enjoyed this feeling.

Of course.

It might be even better with a butler and maids.

That man, able to buy such a big house so casually, yet not hiring any servants, really was a peculiar fellow.

And about the lodging.

I didn't know how to get him to agree, sigh, troublesome.

Since I had already skipped work for the morning, there was no rush to leave. After filling up, Natasha Kinsky remembered the situation when she came downstairs, so she went to a door on the second floor and knocked.

After getting a response, she pushed the door and entered.

A large study, over two hundred square meters, filled with many easels, making it look somewhat like those art classrooms in colleges.

Seeing me enter, the man behind the desk just nodded and then returned his attention to the computer screen. I didn't say anything, walking around like a cat, admiring the movie concept art on the easels.

Batman.

I knew that one.

But.

The burning bat symbol, the flipping heavy truck, the exploding buildings, the city in ruins...could all these really be achieved in a movie?

Unconsciously, I found myself in front of his desk, glanced at the man engrossed in his work, dragged a chair over, turned it around, and leaned on the backrest, curiously observing him for a while before finally saying, "Your study is quite unique."

Simon didn't lift his head, continued typing a string of words, and said, "The advantage of having money. I said I wanted some easels, and they delivered a truckload. This study is also big enough, so I kept them all. Speaking of which, as a film festival judge, don't you have things to do?"

"I was supposed to attend a premiere this morning, but I woke up late and skipped it."

"The organizers will definitely think twice about such a judge next time."

"It doesn't matter," I said, picking up some drawings from the desk to look at, "Is there really a billionaire who doesn't do his job and goes out to fight crime every night?"

"In reality, probably not."

"Definitely not. Like in that film 'Patty Hearst' we reviewed, the girl gets kidnapped and not only doesn't become some kind of hero but gets brainwashed by the kidnappers. She's an adult. Compared to that, I don't think a child witnessing their parents' murder would vow to become a vigilante, unless they were already disturbed."

Simon looked up at the woman across the desk, saying, "Your judgment is accurate. I also think that Gotham is an asylum, Batman and the Joker included. The difference is, Batman is hopelessly doing what people think is right, and the Joker is hopelessly doing what people think is wrong."

"Oh."

Natasha Kinsky responded nonchalantly, clearly not very interested in Simon's viewpoint. Simon didn't mind and continued typing.

After a moment of silence, Natasha Kinsky, still staring at Simon, suddenly asked, "And you? Westerlo, what kind of person are you? I heard you once broke five people's legs."

"Self-defense."

"I'm not asking about that."

"I refuse to answer such questions."

"Okay," Natasha Kinsky still looked at Simon, "Then, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Is there a reward for the correct answer?"

"If you're wrong, you'll let me stay here."

Simon glanced at Natasha Kinsky, at the peak of her beauty, and casually said, "You are someone who lacks a sense of security."

"Hmm."

"Because of this lack of security, you like men older than you. You seek something to rely on but also chase independence, fearing becoming a vassal."

Natasha Kinsky's gaze froze for a moment, then she nonchalantly said, "What else?"

"You crave attention inwardly but feel indifferent towards it. Thus, becoming the center of attention makes you anxious, leading to inappropriate actions. So, to many, you seem aloof and quirky."

Natasha Kinsky stared at Simon, silent.

Simon didn't stop, continuing, "It's actually a self-destructive tendency, maybe due to childhood experiences. You think you're unfortunate, the world isn't worth cherishing, even destruction wouldn't matter. You're too insignificant to destroy the world, so you only destroy yourself. If I'm right, you like to steal, even after becoming famous, you didn't drop this habit."

Feeling Simon's slightly mocking smile, Natasha Kinsky pursed her lips, took out a pen she had pocketed while picking up the drawings, and threw it in front of Simon, "Okay, you caught me, what are you going to do?"

"You're skilled, I was just guessing, didn't actually catch you," Simon laughed, pushing the pen back, "If you like it, you can take it, I rarely use pens."

Natasha Kinsky picked up the pen and threw it at Simon, somewhat angrily, "Westerlo, you're really an asshole."

Simon caught the flying pen, resignedly saying, "Ms. Kinsky, perhaps you should leave, I'll have someone take you back."

But Natasha Kinsky sat still, still staring at Simon, "You guessed right, so, what reward do you want, want me to sleep with you?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in a woman who's in a state of self-destruction."

"Oh, really not interested?"

As she spoke, Natasha Kinsky stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt.

Seeing this, Simon calmly saved his document, shut down the computer.

And then ran for his life.

A crazy woman is untouchable.

Who knows if she'll really bite at the crucial moment.

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