Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 91: Code of Conduct

Alone on the large bed in the middle of the spacious room, Juho turned for the nth time, unable to fall asleep.

The screen of his phone kept lighting up. Messages from all sorts of women — famous models, silver-screen actresses, even fellow flight attendants from the airline he worked at — kept flooding into his inbox.

Weary, he grabbed the phone, flipped it face-down, and tried to force himself to sleep.

He’d only slept with them once. Maybe two or three times, at most, if they were interesting. He certainly never asked any of them to be his girlfriend or his wife. So why did they keep texting him nonstop?

Fifteen minutes later, he let out a frustrated groan, slid his phone into the pocket of his robe, and headed outside.

The living room was drown in complete darkness. From the tiny gap beneath the door next to his room, no light shone through.

He placed a hand on the handle and turned it. It didn’t budge, already locked shut.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Was Kaija really that scared of him?

What had he ever done to her besides kidnap her once and try to choke her twice?

Running a hand through his hair, he headed toward the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, the earlier smirk turning into a chuckle.

Never did he imagine he’d one day end up sleepless in the middle of the night in her place, while being hunted like this.

The first time Juho Isota saw Kaija Sepala was on the grounds of Starlight Airlines Aviation Training Center.

She’d worn a short-sleeved white shirt that showcased her full bust, a black knee-length pencil skirt hugging her slender waist and sassy bottom. Her hair, still a natural black back then, was styled in a French twist.

With those deep blue eyes and long, toned legs, she stood out to him the moment she walked through the threshold, among all the girls in their batch that day.

He’d thought about approaching her, but held back. He needed to build a good reputation with his colleagues first, then gathered new clients before establishing a whole new distribution network in this new, promising industry.

So he played the nice-guy role throughout training, made new connections, and left his prey at a safe distance, thinking he’d easily have her in his bed one day, just like the others.

Little did he expect the girl to get fired from the airline before he even had the chance.

When they met again at KE, in their new roles, he thought fate had given him a second chance.

The moment she confessed with those pink lips that she’d broken up with that rude boyfriend of hers, all he could think about was seizing the opportunity immediately.

How many times had he initiated sex with the stunning girls walking into his studio, he’d lost count of. How quickly he’d seen those girls tremble and blush at his comments and advances, he’d grown tired of watching.

Kaija Sepala had shown the exact same blushing reaction as other girls when he leaned closer to her that day, which only confirmed to him that she found him attractive too.

But never had he imagined she would reject him outright in the middle of his advances, only to show up a week later with her neck marked in purple-red bruises from what had clearly been a long, wild night of passion.

And the man who’d left those marks on her happened to be the same man threatening to expose evidence of his father’s secret business around that time. Not only did Charles Kosonen visit her in his studio, the man even dared to kiss her right in front of his eyes, as if marking a possession.

An idea quickly formed in Juho’s mind. If he could use the girl against Charles Kosonen and finally prove his worth to his father, then he wouldn’t mind pushing the idea forward.

In return, he asked for only two things: to finally be introduced publicly and proudly as Simo Isota’s son, and to stop being forced to live under a fake name.

"If we’re gonna do it that way, Father, it has to be on my terms," he said into the phone from a hidden corner as he watched Charles Kosonen leading Kaija through the shopping mall.

The terms were simple enough: she’d be given a decent room instead of being thrown into some cell like the other captives, she’d have three decent meals a day, comfy clothes to wear, some books to pass the time, and most importantly — none of his father’s men were allowed to abuse her under any circumstances.

He might be the youngest son of a hidden drug lord and a shameless, unruly player, but he was, first and foremost, a man.

Even the worst of men had an internal code of conduct, and in his code, he would never let another man lay a hand on a girl he’d set his sights on. Especially not when that girl happened to be a magnificent one.

So when he saw the purple-blue marks spreading across her abdomen, her back, and likely even more places he hadn’t seen yet, right under his watch, his composure snapped.

After trying to smear balm over her injuries as an apology, he’d stormed straight to wherever Gustav was and slammed his fist across the butler’s face, to the horror of all the maids.

THWACK!

The gray-haired man hit the floor, one hand covering his mouth.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, laying hands on someone under my protection, you filthy dog?" Juho growled coldly, glaring down at Gustav as blood dripped from the man’s lips. "Did my father not make my conditions clear to you? Or did you decide to bite your owner now?"

"My deepest apologies, Young Master," Gustav replied calmly, wiping the blood away.

He’d already been careful and asked the men to avoid the girl’s hands and face, should the Young Master come visit her anytime. How did the Young Master even find out?

"Had it not been the Master’s command," Gustav continued. "I would never overstep my duties in this house. I’ve understood your demands regarding our captive from her very first day here."

Juho’s fist lowered midway through preparing another blow. "My father ordered that?" he asked, disbelief tightening his features.

"Kosonen Media has rejected our second attempt to negotiate the disposal of the evidence they have of our activities," the butler explained as he rose to his feet. "It is only natural that your father, Master Simo, has run out of patience with such unreasonable people, Young Master."

THWACK!

Another punch landed on the side of the butler’s face.

"The video," Juho muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Whatever videos you’ve taken of her. Have you sent them to Charles Kosonen?"

Now that his father had deliberately dishonored the agreed conditions, Juho had no reason to believe the old man would actually keep his promise at all.

If the video were to be sent out, Charles Kosonen would undoubtedly do whatever reckless thing he could to seal the deal in Simo’s favor, and that was the last thing Juho wanted.

No, he wanted the evidence released. He wanted his father destroyed under someone else’s hands instead of his.

He’d remain in the dark, and watch the play unfold itself, before taking it all in the end.

At his feet, Gustav struggled on the floor again. The second punch was much harsher than the first.

"No... not yet, Young Master," the butler managed, coughing up more blood. "He told me to keep it ready to send when the right time comes."

THWACK!

This time, Juho didn’t even wait for the older man to stand.

"Send me that video," he ordered coldly, "and delete every other version you have, including the ones I don’t even know about."