Ernest just needed a second to notice that Yvonne was ready, or even excited to punch at the hoodie girl again. But, Ernest screamed in his mind, he just wanted Yvonne to be a fake secretary, and her bruised eyes wouldn't be paid, okay?Scammers must have their own limit!With the fastest speed of his life, Ernest stood up, interrupting Margaret.“Margaret Mitchell, this is the final warning.”Ernest was no longer smiling. He stood up, staring at Margaret with a freezing look containing no relaxation. Margaret looked back at him, and for some unnamed reason, she thought she was facing a furious predator with blade-sharp claws ready to cut off her throat, not a chilling guy anymore.She gulped down her saliva. “W-what?”“Stop talking like an idiot and get out of this place.” Ernest pointed at the door while his voice was lower and lower. He emphasized every single word. “We will talk later about your father's silly contract, but now you have to leave before it's too late. And I can pro

But right at the moment Ernest was about to be slapped, Michael's voice had saved him.“Harry! Don't be rude!” With the fastest speed in his life, Michael stopped his friend Harry and pulled him away from Ernest as if something disastrous would happen once the hand landed on Ernest’s face.Harry looked at Michael with bewilderment. “Why do you stop me, Michael?” “Apology, Harry!” Michael growled with a low voice.“This young kid is trying to destroy our project, Michael!” Harry pointed at Ernest, showing unhidden anger in his staring eyes. “Have you forgotten innumerable sleepless nights to write your plans? Days of asking for an investment? Why are you telling me to apologize to him?”Michael’s hand grasped into a fist. Harry was his good friend, but now he just wanted to open Harry's skull to see what was inside.Why didn't Harry realize who he was facing?Standing not so far, Ernest could feel how furious Harry was. If Harry didn't understand why Michael forced him to apologize, n

“DADDY!!!”The high-noted voice echoing from the garage drew the attention of all the maids, manservants, and butlers in the Mitchell Mansion, showing the clearest message to all of them.The young proud lady Margaret had gone back home.And she was in a terrible state.As if it was a warning signal, most of the maids who were cleaning Margaret's room started working as fast as they could, trying not to be scolded or even beaten by her.The others who worked in the kitchen were no better. They had to recheck everything in their sights, because Margaret would order some dessert, and would fire some of them once she found a stain of dust.They had to fear, because it had actually happened, though it's unimaginable, and her father—Mr. Adam Mitchell just spoiled her without thinking about what his daughter had done.But this time, expensive dessert was no longer her concern.“Where is my father?” Margaret asked the butler while glancing all over the living room and found that her father w

“Who are you?”A voice echoed in Ernest's ears. He followed the sound, seeing a slim guy with a dragon tattoo on his arm sitting on a chair and looking back at him.The other men, all of whom were all tattooed, stepped aside when that man said. They stopped beating the ‘thing’ on the floor, but still holding their weapons, some suspicious dark fluid dropping, drop by drop. The only electric bulb wasn't enough for Ernest to see those people's faces, but it was enough for him to realize one thing.Holy fck, he was fooled to enter an entire crime scene! A gang was killing someone and Ernest had just opened the door to see everything!!!God killed the big guy out there! Why the hell did he lead Ernest to this place? Why???Fck, had they just killed that man? That person didn't move at all! Fck, Ernest had to leave! He might be dead tomorrow, but it didn't mean that he wanted to be their next victim!Ernest thought so, and his legs stepped backwards.“I'm just, err,” he replied with the la

Ernest had never expected that one day he would be super excited in fighting, especially when there was an entire gang of big dudes charging towards him.As an orphan, Ernest had lived his life in a poor orphanage… You think he had fought like a beast to win food from the others?No, because that orphanage had been too poor, there had been just two volunteers and just one kid named Ernest Eswaranski.That's why he didn't know how to fight. Actually he was worried about violence…Now, looking at the big opponents, Ernest’s smile became bigger. Then he put his right leg backwards, running into the fight.“That's it! That's it! Just come here, all of you! The game has commenced!”“Ha ha ha!”Ernest heard himself laughing in excitement.He saw himself raising both his arms to grasp a tattooed guy's arm and break it with a loud crackling sound.Then Ernest stepped forward to dodge a slash as if it was just a ballet dance, kicking at the sword owner’s wrist and taking the weapon.Ernest did