Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 163

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 163

“So… you’re saying you wrote this?”

A modern-style CEO office decorated with paintings, ceramics, and flower vases.

Larry stares at Johann in bewilderment.

“Yeah.”

“This?”

‘This kind of erotic novel?’

The biography of Casanova with sensual scenes appearing every two episodes.

‘…How much adult content has he seen?’

How much adult content had he watched behind his back to be able to write such descriptions?

“You’re using protection, right?”

“…Not yet!”

“Not yet? Is there some problem?”

“No!”

He was going crazy with frustration since he couldn’t show proof.

“But how are these kinds of descriptions possible?”

This was definitely writing skill that couldn’t emerge without experience.

“It just came naturally. Didn’t Ada tell you?”

“Ada did? …Is that it?”

A few days ago, Ada had said something like this. That Johann seemed to be becoming a man now.

He’d been too tired then and just listened halfheartedly, but she must have meant this.

“Have a proper conversation with Ada. What’s the point of living in the same house like this?”

“Ada’s getting promoted soon.”

Once Inoue’s treasure exhibition and the Malibu Beach hotel completion were safely finished, she’d get promoted.

“Really? Ada’s becoming a senior partner?”

Ada was currently a senior lawyer. If she got promoted, there was only the senior partner position left.

The senior partner position she’d wanted so badly. No wonder she’d been busy.

“Wow.”

He should prepare a congratulatory gift.

“Honestly, it’s a bit overdue. Oh, sorry. We were only talking amongst ourselves.”

“Oh, not at all!”

The Penguin Random House staff members who had been looking around at the paintings and ceramics waved their hands.

‘To think we’d get to meet CEO Larry Jefferson!’

Rocky Management was currently among the top three on the US West Coast.

Since he wasn’t born privileged but had clawed his way up from a third-rate management company to his current position, even more people were paying attention.

‘So when you reach this level, you hang paintings like these.’

‘They blend in so naturally.’

Famous artists’ paintings and ceramics of incalculable value were integrated into the office, elevating its class.

“It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Colin Shaker from Penguin Random House.”

“I’m Michelle Cole, sir!”

“I’m Larry Jefferson, Johann’s guardian. I hear you want to contract my child’s work.”

“Yes! From monetizing the current serialization platform to offline publishing, we’d like Penguin Random House to handle everything!”

Colin Shaker presented the contract.

“As you can see here, when it goes paid, Writer JJS will receive…”

After hearing all the contract details including copyright and incentive rates and secondary works, Larry looked at Johann.

“The contract terms don’t seem bad…”

No, this was an excellent level of treatment for a new writer.

Since he’d recruited scenario writers for Wolf Pictures’ smooth work supply before and was still doing so now, he could guarantee this part.

“The problem is…”

“You’re curious how far I’ve planned it out, and whether I can maintain the current quality?”

“That’s right.”

The moment he signed the contract, Johann would be a professional.

Though Johann had shown and proven amazing talent in many areas, writing was a different territory.

“It’s different from songwriting too.”

Of course, Johann would splendidly prove and gain recognition for his revealed talent this time too. Even he, who barely read novels, had been absorbed from just the first episode.

But this was a different matter.

‘If I just blindly trust him because he’s done well so far, who knows how things might collapse.’

As a guardian, he had to occasionally pull on the reins of resolve and responsibility. That was Larry’s idea of his duty as a guardian.

“First…”

The Penguin Random House staff also focused on Johann’s words.

“The planning is all finished.”

Right down to the miserably lonely death of the vulgar and cowardly Casanova.

“I’ve already written more than half of it too.”

“Already?”

Thud!

“Is, is that really true?”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t particularly difficult work.

‘If there was anything difficult, it was suppressing the tendency to overly embellish himself with all sorts of flowery language, like when Casanova wrote his autobiography.’

But if you just toned that down appropriately, the diverse expression enhanced by rich imagination was truly artistic.

‘With such talent, why…’

Casanova had shown talent in various fields including not just writing but medicine, chemistry, mathematics, engineering, and music.

However, he’d left no clear social achievements in the world. It was because he’d never consistently devoted himself to any field.

‘If only he’d had persistence, he would have been recorded differently in history.’

As a multi-talented genius, Giacomo Girolamo Casanova.

The equation Casanova = playboy would have disappeared too.

“Wait a moment. Let me use the computer, Larry.”

“Sure.”

Johann took out a USB, connected it to the computer, sent the manuscript file to Colin Shaker’s email, and printed it.

Whirr! Whirr!

The printer made fierce sounds as it spat out about 250 pages of printouts.

“Here you go. I sent it by email too.”

Colin Shaker and Michelle Cole’s eyes widened at the 250-page manuscript printed on both sides.

“…May I ask how many volumes you’re planning for Casanova?”

“Two volumes.”

Even ten volumes wouldn’t be enough to contain all of Casanova’s life, but it wasn’t worth writing more than two volumes.

“Let’s continue the contract discussion after you’ve read it. You might not like it after all.”

“…Thank you for your consideration.”

“We’ll contact you shortly.”

As they stood up and left the CEO office, Johann looked at Larry.

“Want me to print it for you?”

“…Ahem. It’s fine.”

“Okay. I’ll be in the studio.”

He wanted to pour out the musical inspiration he’d gained through Casanova’s life.

“If you’re going to print it, you need to refill the paper.”

“I said I’m not reading it!”

“The file is on the computer desktop.”

Johann went outside without even listening to the answer, and Larry, who was about to get angry, shook his head and sat back down at his desk.

“To think he has talent in writing too…”

I never knew he had talent for such steamy novels.

“Should I be grateful that he hasn’t become arrogant yet…?”

Johann, who was about to become arrogant but returned to his original self.

Larry sighs and tries to look at the approval documents, then slyly moves his mouse to click on Casanova.

“Ahem. It’s important to check how much my child knows about sex.”

Click!

Soon the air in the CEO office became hot.

Click!

Johann closes the studio door, closes his eyes, and enters the library.

“Search. Giacomo Girolamo Casanova.”

Whooom!

A sphere rippling with mixed colors of gray, red, brown, pink, and others.

The chaotically mixed colors made one guess what kind of person he must have been.

“Still, I can’t deny he was quite a man.”

After all, he’s someone who made his own name into a kind of synonym.

‘He had musical talent too?’

He who learned all kinds of instruments superficially to seduce women.

“Let’s try it again.”

Casanova, express your life through music.

‘I have enough knowledge.’

Josef II and ‘Steel Touch, Emil Grigoryevich Gilels’.

Knowledge about classical music overflows.

If it’s lacking, there are other beings too.

Johann enters the recording booth and lifts up Maria, the masterpiece of Donafel Donati, who was both a disciple of ‘Great Master, Nicolao Amati’ and his heart’s beloved, which he had specially brought for today’s recording.

Whiiiing!

The excuses of a vulgar coward poured out.

* * *

Swoosh!

The automatic door closes behind them.

Colin Shaker and Michelle Cole, who left Rocky Management, look around and spot a cafe, then head over.

They didn’t book accommodation since they planned to return immediately after signing the contract.

“That CEO Jefferson…”

“Amazing, right?”

“Yes.”

Johann Jefferson.

The lead actor and holy knight of a movie that ranked in the TOP 10 among films released this year, a composer and singer who charted on Billboard. The collaboration with H&M is also getting quite a good response.

Johann, a multi-talented genius. Even so, Larry doesn’t blindly trust such a Johann, and is doing what he should do as a parent.

Even though Johann wouldn’t suffer much damage if he failed.

Even though he has the financial resources and influence to try dozens, hundreds of times.

“He was saying not to challenge anything with a light heart.”

That really seems amazing.

“That’s right. It’s not an easy thing.”

In a way, Larry Jefferson is also someone who succeeded in a short period, so even more so.

‘Maybe that’s why there are no scandals.’

Even though people who succeed at a young age often cause all kinds of trouble, Johann has none of that at all.

It’s proof that Larry is disciplining him properly.

Colin Shaker, being the head of a household himself, feels envious.

“Ahem. Let’s stop evaluating other people’s families…”

“Should we order? Latte?”

“Iced.”

Taking a breath, he opened Casanova’s story with his usual cold gaze.

And…

“Give me the next chapter.”

“I haven’t finished reading yet…”

“Give it to me!”

The two grabbed each other’s hair, forgetting that the file had also been sent by email.

* * *

“We’ll contact you by phone regarding future events, paid conversion, publication, revisions, etc. Thank you for contracting with our Penguin Random House.”

“Thank you for viewing my work favorably.”

Colin Shaker and Michelle Cole leave hurriedly as soon as they finish shaking hands.

Johann looks at Larry.

“Are we late?”

“A bit?”

“Got it. See you later.”

“Don’t do anything weird.”

“I won’t!”

Johann grabs Emily’s hand and leaves the Rocky Management building.

“Don’t mind what Larry said… Emily?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“Are you tired?”

Emily’s expression is strangely dark.

Johann places his hand on Emily’s head.

“You have a slight fever. Let’s just rest at home today.”

“…Sorry.”

“Should we go to the hospital?”

“It’s not that serious.”

“Okay. Just a moment.”

Johann reaches out to fasten her seatbelt and drives to Emily’s house.

Smooch!

“Rest well today and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

Emily hugs Johann tightly then lets go and enters the house.

The employees and Sandra Sherman are surprised.

“Did you two fight?”

“No. It’s not that.”

“…Bring some wine and cheese.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sandra Sherman sits Emily, whose eyes are wide with surprise, on the living room sofa.

“So what’s troubling you? Is it related to Johann?”

“…How did you know?”

“I’ve given birth to you and raised you for 16 years.”

Just by looking at your face, I know what you’re thinking.

Soon Sandra Sherman pours the wine that was brought and quietly watches her daughter as she fidgets with the wine glass. Until her precious daughter sorts out the thoughts in her head.

Gulp!

“Phew. Johann signed a publishing contract with Penguin Random House today.”

‘Ah.’

I understand. What my daughter’s worries and fears are.

‘I knew this moment would come.’

Sandra Sherman carefully embraces her daughter.

“Are you scared of falling behind?”

“…Yeah.”

She’s just a high school cheerleader and model, but Johann moves the masses with every talent he manifests.

Every time she sees Johann’s back getting farther away, she gets scared and wicked thoughts rise up.

“When I was 11, I was happy just playing together, just looking at him made me happy…”

Now she even thinks this.

“Am I holding Johann back?”

She thinks maybe he could become even better, but he’s deliberately hiding his talents out of consideration for her.

“Johann is more than capable of that.”

“Stop.”

“Mom?”

“Did you ask Johann? Did you ask him before making that judgment?”

“…No.”

She was too scared to ask. Because if it were really true, she wouldn’t know how to face Johann.

“Think carefully. Has Johann ever shown such signs even once? No, is he the type of man who would stop just because someone is holding him back?”

Sandra Sherman thinks Johann is the type of child who, if someone precious became an obstacle, would forcibly drag them along, forcibly pull them up to his eye level.

“Isn’t he?”

“You’re right…”

Getting her to appear on Trip Road, going to Stanford University together, making scar-covering stickers together.

Johann has always been like that.

Ever since they first met at the department store when they were 11.

“But…”

“No. You’re suddenly trying to dislike Johann.”

“Huh, Mom?”

“Why is he making my daughter, who’s already wonderful enough, suffer like this? Who does he think he is?”

Surge!

Suddenly Emily’s eyes turn red.

“Emily. Daughter. What exactly are you afraid of? Are you doing this because you feel like you can’t live without him?”

“…Yeah.”

“Sigh.”

‘She’s already at that age.’

The age for terrible love, love that gnaws at the heart.

Sandra pulls Emily into her arms.

In the warm embrace, Emily’s eyes grow even hotter.

“Emily, do you know why your father dislikes Johann?”

“Because he became my boyfriend?”

“No? He resembles his younger self.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you know? Your father was also a very versatile man.”

He played guitar well, drew well, was good at sports, and had excellent grades.

He was even a handsome white man, so over 40 percent of the female students at school were after Edward, and his girlfriends changed frequently.

“Huh, Mom and Dad went to the same school?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“You didn’t!”

“…Anyway, that’s how it was.”

A brat living for his own sense of superiority.

That was the only word to describe Edward during his school days.

That’s why Edward dislikes and is wary of Johann. Because it seems obvious he’ll make his daughter Emily cry.

“Even in college, even when he joined BlackRock, that personality didn’t change.”

“…Don’t you hate that kind of man, Mom?”

“I hate it terribly. Still do now.”

“Then how did you end up dating?”

“We became a team at the company and somehow…”

“Mom, you worked at BlackRock too?!”

“I wanted to experience working life briefly?”

“My goodness.”

Her head spins from learning too many new facts.

“I really hated it.”

Sandra really hated Edward.

His disgusting behavior acting like women’s favor was natural.

His groundless belief that everything would work out.

So they clashed and fought terribly.

Then she found out.

“Your father also makes efforts.”

He was making terrible efforts in places no one knew, to meet everyone’s expectations.

She still remembers.

The day she went to the office at 1 AM because she remembered leaving important documents, Edward sleeping under the desk lamp with a nosebleed.

His sleep talk saying he mustn’t disappoint anyone.

“He was making efforts not for his own desires, but because of others’ expectations.”

It was really absurd, but dangerously precarious to watch.

“So, so that’s how you started dating?”

“No? He was even more pathetic.”

“Cough!”

“But at some point your father started hovering around Mom.”

Losing fights on purpose, trying to take care of things.

That pathetic appearance of not being able to say he liked her started seeming cute at some point.

When I asked later, he said I was the first woman who hated him this much.

Then one day, frustrated by Edward’s continued hesitation, Sandra grabbed his collar and dragged him to a nearby pub, suggesting they drink.

“And then your older brother was conceived.”

“What?!”

Emily’s body contorts at the sudden secret of her brother’s birth.

“So we promised to marry and I quit work, but your father said this.”

Sandra chuckled remembering those times and continued.

“He said he thought he was great all this time, but that wasn’t it, that he could be who he is now thanks to people like me who helped him from the side. He asked me to continue supporting him.”

He said then he could fight his best outside.

And afterward, Edward actually continued succeeding, becoming BlackRock’s LA Branch Manager in just over ten years.

“Well, of course it’s largely thanks to my full support.”

Even bringing in the family’s power.

“Fa, family?”

“Your maternal family.”

“Are maternal grandmother and grandfather that influential?”

She knows they’re upper class. But she didn’t know exactly what kind of work they do.

“Lisa didn’t tell you anything at all…”

Since they met on Trip Road, she thought Lisa would have said something. She was a talkative child.

Sandra’s eyes turn cold.

“Daughter, it’s not your power yet, so don’t worry about it.”

You’ll naturally find out later. For now, just knowing it’s amazing is enough.

“Yeah….”

“Anyway, do you know what Mother wants to say here?”

“…I have nothing to be ashamed of either?”

“Correct.”

As expected of Emily, she’s her daughter.

“…Thank you, Mother.”

The feeling of something that had been tightly blocking her chest finally going down.

“What’s this, are you two on a date? I’m getting jealous.”

“…Father!”

Mother and Father.

Realizing anew that she too had reliable supporters, Emily was able to smile brightly for the first time in a while.

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