All in a sudden, a female loud voice immediately echoed in the space. “I refuse to work with him! Mr. Durkheim, if you don't cancel your stupid cooperation, I'll leave and tell my father about this!”Ernest looked at the girl coming. She walked from the door behind Ernest, and followed by two girls who looked like her assistants.Despite his ex-girlfriend and murderer being a gorgeous girl, Ernest had to admit that this girl was even more beautiful than his ex. She got long reddish wavy hair, blue eyes, and a hot body which could draw all men’s attention under the sporty clothes.Ernest stared at her for a second later, then slowly turned his eyes away. This girl’s chest was heaving as if her two giant bouncing balls could escape from her crop top anytime, and Ernest couldn't let his eyes stare at them like a pervert.He was there to start a new job as a director and producer, and moreover, Ernest was fighting not to be dead.Ernest had to be tougher, so, don't, just don't stare at th
“Okay, so you're Margaret Mitchell, the only daughter of the Founder and CEO of Mitchell Entertainment, right?” Ernest repeated again.“Yeah,” Margaret raised her eyebrows, “my father can decide the fate of your damn stupid film crew by just a single call for his subordinate. You’d better kneel on your knees and beg for my forgiveness!”Margaret’s voice was high-pitched, and after years of being a wealthy young lady, her expression was somewhat powerful to the listeners. But this time, the listener was Ernest, who was even smirking at her.“If showing your name only was enough for me to beg for your pardon, then, do you know who you're facing now, Miss Margaret Mitchell?” Ernest went back to the desk, hand picking up the thick notebook, slowly pulling the broken nails off the cover.“Hah, don't kidding me,” Margaret smirked, “Who the hell can you be? The president’s son? Or some billionaire’s secret child?”Ernest just smiled in silence as if he found her words utterly naive and ridic
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
Not seeing any reaction from Margaret made Ernest nervous a bit. His fingers knocked on the table as his brain started thinking of some problems behind the confident expression, mostly about… holy fck.Threatening didn't work in this case? How the hell could Margaret be so tough? She didn't scare? Fck!What would he do now after threatening? He didn't dare to punch anyone, if Margaret really wanted a fight, should he stand up and punch her?Would anyone call the police after that? Would Ernest be arrested?But he was pretending to be a super-duper scary guy! He had threatened to break her bones and then he didn't do so? What a ridiculous thing it would be!Fck!He had to ask for Yvonne’s help!“Yvonnie?”“I’ll go! I'll leave this damn film crew! Don't act as if I really need to work here, dammit! I will sue you all!” Right at the moment Ernest called Yvonne, Margaret suddenly shouted.She stood up, taking her bag—which had been left on the table for a while—and heading to the door.“B
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
When people were discussing him, Ernest was facing another problem.“What do you say, Yvonnie?” Ernest asked in confusion, not even realizing that Yvonne was waving for a taxi right in front of his eyes.“I say, I'm not gonna be in such things anymore.” Yvonne, now no longer a cold-hearted secretary, scratched her blonde hair, “It’s no fun. And that girl, you see, she was about to punch me! Now you tell me to be there, without salary, and sometimes I have to face some unknown danger?”The taxi appeared far away in the road, heading to the street where Ernest and Yvonne were standing. Yvonne waved her hand to draw the driver's attention, but Ernest had held her wrist.“But I have already chased her away, and there is no danger at all.” Ernest opened his eyes so wide to make everything more trustworthy, but Yvonne understood him too well to be deceived.She looked at his hand, then used the other hand to take every single finger off her wrist, not even looking at Ernest.Of course Ernes
“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
Though Ernest himself had arrived there just in fifteen minutes, he actually didn't know what Kaselline Alley was. Three years of working as a shipper only taught him about wandering all over the streets with slang names to deliver some packages… that he wouldn't want to know what's inside.For instance, we got Three Bucks Alley, which meant you only needed three dollars to hire a guy and beat someone.Virgin Street, Big Bird Square were for adults (of course teenagers were also welcome) to experience something that adults only could do.And what did all the things above mean?Three Bucks Alley had another legal name called Kaselline, and Ernest had just known about that after sacrificing his precious five Living Days.A new secretary? A building for work? Why the hell did the system lead Ernest to the alley for gangsters? He wasn't there asking for an ear cut off from Margaret Mitchell’s body!But there's no time for him to hesitate anymore.His appearance had attracted some attenti