Chapter 120: Lotion and a Little Mayhem 

Damon paced the living room before finally calling Frank. 

“Hello?” 

Meny 

Frank’s gruff voice crackled through the phone, jarring against Damon’s frantic tone. 

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“Big Bro! Get Lily out of there! Evelyn finally reunited with her old flame – let them be! Next “week’s the competition, I only care about her well–being! After tonight’s drama with that Celia, 

she needs to chill!” 

As Damon spoke, a sharp pain pierced his chest. 

On the other end of the line, Frank, drenched in sweat at the gym, his dark blue performance shirt clinging to his sculpted physique, barely registered. His cropped hair, wet and spiky like a porcupine’s quills, stood on end. He clenched his jaw, his chest heaving, the damp fabric outlining the deep grooves of his powerful pecs. He held the phone in one hand, a twenty–kilo dumbbell in the other. If Damon were standing before him right now, Frank would’ve happily clocked him with it. 

“Who the hell gave you permission to call me ‘Big Bro‘?!” Frank growled, barely containing a 

curse. 

Damon, utterly serious, replied, “Is it grating on your ears? It’s just because you’re not used to it. I’ll 

say it a few more times, and you’ll get used to it.” 

Frank snapped, “I think you’re asking for a shorter lifespan!” 

guarantee 

Damon steered the conversation back on track.“If you won’t get Lily, I will, but I can’t I’ll be able to control my fists. I really want to send Celia to jail, but Evelyn would be heartbroken, and I can’t do that.” 

Frank’s head throbbed as he listened to Damon’s woe–is–me monologue. He’d had enough. “Celia’s a woman*! She’s Evelyn’s best friend! You idiot! She even raced under your club’s banner. Don’t you even know if she’s got a… you know…?” 

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Frank’s outburst was sharp, making Damon’s long lashes flick upwards in surprise. His brain short–circuited for a second. 

He finally processed it.“Celia… is female?” 

Before Frank could grunt a confirmation, Damon blurted, “Is it too late to book a flight to Thailand?” 

‘…” Frank’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes blazing. He coldly spat, “You better mean that Instantly, the life drained from Damon’s despairing voice, and he taunted Frank, “I won’t give you a chance, Little Four!” 

The call ended, leaving Frank staring at his phone, a string of question marks floating above his head. He slammed the phone down, picked up the barbell, and started pumping iron. Damon, you’re so on! 

He wouldn’t let anyone take his moon away. 

Late at night, the doorbell rang. Evelyn was showering, Lily engrossed in a picture book in her 

room. 

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Coming!” Celia, thinking it 

a food delivery, hurried to the door in slippers 

Standing outside was Caleb, impeccably dressed in a suit and a long black wool coat, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, radiating an aura of cold intensity. Two police officers and a lawyer trailed behind him. 

Caleb’s pupils constricted upon seeing the “man” who answered the door. His first thought: wrong doorbell. 

“He checked the address. It was correct – Evelyn’s apartment. 

Celia, in grey plaid pajamas and a loose robe, looked even more androgynous, her bangs pulled back with a headband. She resembled a boyish, fresh–faced teen. She was about to start her skincare routine. 

“Caleb!” 

Celia’s face hardened instantly. She’d never formally met him. A few chance encounters five years ago were fleeting glimpses. But she’d collected information on him, and after learning about Evelyn’s divorce, Caleb’s picture became her dartboard. 

Caleb’s dark gaze swept over her, the oppressive pressure radiating from him. “Celia, is it?” He commanded, his voice like a king’s decree, “Get out, or you’ll regret it.” 

The two police officers coughed nervously.“Mr. Reed, please calm down!” Caleb’s blatant disregard for the police was alarming. 

“Celia.” Evelyn’s voice echoed from the bathroom, muffled through the frosted glass door.“I forgot to bring in my new body lotion.” 

Celia immediately called 

out, “I’ll 

get it for you!” The shower’s noise had drowned out the doorbell. 

Evelyn considered,“Actually, just help me apply it later.” 

Celia said, “Evelyn, don’t come out!” 

Evelyn paused, puzzled, inside the bathroom. 

Celia’s hand rested on the 

doorknob, facing Caleb 

like 

a sworn enemy. 

“You should be the one leaving!” 

Seven years of simmering resentment exploded. 

Caleb’s temper ignited when his secretary sent him a photo of Evelyn arm–in–arm with another man at the airport. Seeing a stranger in pajamas in Evelyn’s apartment… and Evelyn asking *him* to apply lotion? White–hot rage threatened to consume him. Evelyn with this… scrawny man? It was an insult! 

Caleb lunged, grabbing Celia’s collar. He tried to yank her up. The two police officers immediately intervened, restraining his arms. 

“Mr. Reed! Please calm down!” 

“Mr. Reed! Let go!” 

Evelyn burst from the bathroom, her face paling at the sight. She grabbed a mop from the bathroom and swung it at Caleb’s face! The mop’s cloth grazed his cheek, then she pressed the handle against his neck, hissing, 

“Let go!” 

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The mop pressed against his windpipe, cutting off his breath. Caleb stared into Evelyn’s furious eyes, feeling absurd and ridiculous, 

“Look at the man you chose. He’s helpless against me!” 

His 

taunt 

she’s 

my 

best 

friend.” didn’t faze Evelyn.“Celia isn’t my man, Caleb scoffed. “Evelyn, only a three–year–old would believe that. You and a ‘man‘ as best friends?” 

“You can be best friends with women, why can’t I be best friends with men?” This is a more colloquial and Americanized translation, aiming for a natural flow and engaging tone suitable for a Western audience. Let me know if you would like any adjustments!