Mr. Perfect Man

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Third Person POV

The fates pitted the two brothers against each other. From each other, Charlie rose to become the senior cop officer of London City; he is sincere and obedient, while Xavier began his own start-up firm; he is shrewd and thoughtless. It was an award-winning seminar for the year's best cop. On the stage, the head cop officer declared, "The best cop of the year is Charlie Lockwood." Everyone in the audience clapped for him, and his parents cheered him on. He entered the stage, dressed in his uniform.

With a sharp nose and a fair complexion, he flexed muscles and popped veins. He was a wonderful good person with a good-looking physique. He smiles proudly as he accepts his medal from Mr. Alex, the director.

Mr. Alex pats Charlie on the shoulder and says, "Well done, Charlie." He thanked him and strolled back to the celebration of his achievement. His parents were ecstatic about him. "How's the feeling of becoming the chief officer of the London?" one of his colleagues, Richard, questioned him as he was enjoying the celebration.

They both smiled as they sipped their beverages, and Charlie responded with a grin "Success isn't something I'll achieve overnight. It was only through my perseverance and hard work that I was able to achieve it. Putting my sweat and blood on the line before each case ",. Richard admired Charlie's commitment to his mission. Charlie, on the other hand, did not appear to be overjoyed after receiving his promotion. Richard furrowed his brows and questioned, "Are you not delighted with this success?"

With a heavy sigh, Charlie kept his glass on the table and responded, " "I am pleased with my success, but my joy will be complete when I apprehend Marco Steel. He is the crook who should have been imprisoned years ago. But he always manages to get out and roam freely."

Richard nodded, agreeing that Marco is the assassin who has killed numerous people and is still on the loose.

Now he is planning to enter politics, which should be prevented before he kills any more innocent people. He just cared about himself and his interests, and he had no regard for the lives of others. "Yes, you're correct. Before he gets involved in politics, he should be imprisoned," With a sigh, Richard replied.

When the lights were turned off and music was playing in the background, they were talking. The camera focuses on a hunky muscular man with huge eyes and a dimple smile. The females were fascinated by him, and with his one wink, they flocked to him. Xavier, Charlie's younger brother, was unlike any other. But, given that they both despise each other, why was he at the party? Get the crowd's attention by dancing on the floor. They admired and loved Xavier's dance performance.

Xavier’s ego was sated when the party's focus was on him rather than his brother Charlie. Charlie was enraged by his obnoxious dance routine. He discovered that Xavier's motivation was to gain the attention that he was receiving. He puts the music on hold and grabs Xavier's arm. He's being dragged out of the party. Xavier wrenched his arm free from Charlie's grasp and smiled innocently "Just chill out, bro. Mom had requested that I come and congratulate you. I'm sure you're aware of how much I adore you."

Xavier's extra affection Charlie was difficult to digest. Though he was certain that Xavier's aim was something else entirely. But he grumbled and warned, "Don't be a problem or I won't leave you." With a smile on his face, Xavier returned to the celebration. Charlie later returned to the party. To cut the cake, everyone gathers in the center. Then came the gift, which was given to Charlie. He was perplexed as to who had given him the gift until a beeping sound sounded from inside the gift box. His body became stiff, and he suspected it was a timer bomb.

As he announced it to the guests, he said loudly, "Everyone stopped at the spot I have a timer bomb in my palm." The guests became agitated and began racing down the corridor. Charlie's hand sweats profusely, and his heart beats rapidly. He swallowed his nerves and moved the box on the table cautiously. The beeping sound abruptly stopped, and some people hid under the table to avoid the bomb blow, as nothing happened from the box. He realized it wasn't a bomb and opened the box at an angle to reveal a clock with the name of a boy written on it. "I'm a loser," she says. The wrath made the blood boil.

As he announced it to the guests, he said loudly, "Everyone stopped at the spot I have a timer bomb in my palm." The guests became agitated and began racing down the corridor. Charlie's hand sweats profusely, and his heart beats rapidly. He swallowed his nerves and moved the box on the table cautiously. The beeping sound abruptly stopped, and some people hid under the table to avoid the bomb blow, as nothing happened from the box. He realized it wasn't a bomb and stomped on the box, revealing a clock with a boy written on it. "I'm a loser," he says. With Charlie's rage, it made the blood boil. He was well aware that it was a hoax perpetrated by his brother Xavier.

"I am a dumb i***t but I am also a loser," the toy began to say as he flung the clock on the ground. The entire audience burst out laughing. Charlie slammed his shoes against it, shattering the toy. The crowd's laughter came to a halt, and everyone realized Charlie's rage. Then they quickly began to leave the celebration. "I will not abandon you, Xavier," Charlie muttered angrily.

Xavier was delighted to demolish the celebration and was standing in front of the club to celebrate his victory over Charlie. His companions were busy drinking and dancing when he walked into the club. Then he strolled over to them and sat down with them. Jacob, the club's owner, is a polite, soft-spoken 40-year-old man. The way Xavier was acting angered him. He once inquired sympathetically about Xavier's grief, and that was the unfortunate day when he despised himself for speaking with Xavier. He was coerced into becoming a member of Jacob's family.

Whenever Xavier was hungry, he came to Jacob and asked him, and whenever Xavier needed money, he took it from Jacob's purse, effectively turning Jacob into a bank for him. Today, Jacob would not fall for Xavier’s innocent face trap. He'd demand his money back and forbid him from entering the club. He walked up to Xavier, who was cheating on his friend and drinking. He cleared his throat to catch Xavier’s attention, but he was preoccupied with his pals and did not pay attention to him. "Xavier," Jacob cried angrily, trying to attract Xavier’s' attention, "when will you return my money?"

Xavier stood up from his seat and pulled his purse from his back pocket with a nod. Jacob was relieved that he would be able to get his money back at long last. But there was no money in Xavier's purse when he opened it. "I'm sorry, Uncle, but I'm out of money. However, I will return your money to you as soon as possible ", Xavier lamented. Jacob pity for him, so he trusted Xavier's deception and fell into the trap once more. "Xavier, no. Take as much time as you need. I apologize, son ", Jacob murmured with a sympathetic grin and a concerned pat on Xavier's arm. He responded with a nod of his head. As Jacob walked away from him. He brought out another purse from his other pocket, which contained money. He smirked, knowing that he had fooled Jacob again.