Excuse Me, Sir! I Am Not Useless

009. Get On Your knees And Beg!

As their thoughts and assumption lingered, the beautiful lady advanced toward them, her flowing gown sweeping the polished floor.

Each step she took radiated confidence and authority.

When she reached them, Ava was the first to speak.

“Can you repeat what you just said? Did you just call someone here your husband? Who exactly is he?”

The lady—now clearly identified as Michaela Murfers—didn’t spare Ava a response.

Instead, she looked her up and down and ignored her.

Locking eyes with the manager, she spoke in a smooth, controlled tone. “Tell your men to let him go.”

The guards hesitated.

“Who are you to countermand my order?” Liam snapped immediately. “I told him to remove this peasant from here, and you have no right to interfere.”

Michaela turned sharply toward Liam.

“I will pardon you today, But the next time you refer to my husband as a ‘peasant’, I will deal with you mercilessly.”

Everywhere became astonishingly SILENT.

It was the first time a woman had ever silenced Liam Paige so effortlessly—and he actually kept quiet.

Katherine, who had been restraining her fury, could no longer hold back.

She stepped forward, pointing at Michaela.

“You should be ashamed of yourself! Calling this scumbag your husband? Out of all the men in this world, you chose him? Or is this some kind of joke?”

Michaela opened her mouth to respond, but Ethan gently touched her arm.

“We don’t need to argue with them. They’re not our priority.”

His eyes, however, remained locked on Ava, who was staring at him with undisguised disgust.

Ethan took Michaela’s hand and began leading her toward the VIP section.

Suddenly, Ava grabbed Michaela’s wrist.

In one swift motion, Michaela twisted free and shoved Ava backward.

“Don’t you dare touch me with those hands,” Michaela warned coldly as Ava stumbled straight into Liam’s arms.

Steadying herself, Ava could not contain the amount of shame in her!

She had never experienced disgrace like this before—and she wasn’t about to let it pass.

She left Liam's body and charged at Michaela.

“You can’t take my place at the VIP table! I am Ava Lugard, the CEO of Lugards Enterprises. You two are nobodies! You can’t compete with me in wealth, fame, connections, or status. That table belongs to me and not any of you. So get lost!”

“She’s right!” a voice from the VIP section echoed.

Another guest added, “Everyone here knows Ava Lugard and her family. But who are you?”

“Exactly!” someone else chimed in. “You don’t even have invitation cards. How did you get in here?”

“This is embarrassing!” another guest protested. “The new CEO of Murfers Empire and her family will arrive soon. Is this the chaos they’re supposed to see? Security, throw these fake and poor impostors out!”

Watching the GUESTS side with them, Ava and Katherine exchanged pleased smiles.

Even Liam tilted his head toward Ethan, silently mouthing— LOSER

The crowd was clearly against Ethan and Michaela.

No one stepped forward to defend them. After all, their identities were hidden.

None of them knew Ethan was the CEO of GRC.

And as for Michaela, no one knew she was part of the Murfers family.

She had spent twenty-five years abroad and had only returned to the country yesterday.

To take more advantage of the situation, Liam adjusted his shades and turned to the manager with a confident smile.

“You know what to do, right? Get these two peasants out of here. I mean the male Peasant and the female peasant!”

The manager nodded nervously and turned to his guards. “Men, take these—”

Before the manager could complete his words, a loud slap cut through the lounge.

The manager staggered sideways, clutching his cheek as gasps erupted loudly.

Standing there was Simon Noah—the General Manager of all affairs related to Murfers Group.

His face was filled with fury and disappointment.

Without hesitation, he walked past everyone and bowed deeply before Michaela.

“I’m deeply sorry, Miss Murfers. Please forgive my subordinate. He was unaware of your identity.”

Everyone's mouth opened in shock.

Are they dreaming?

The General Manager of a luxurious Company like MURFERS EMPIRE is bowing before Michaela and even apologizing?

Liam’s mind raced.

Simon just called the lady Miss Murfers?

Hold on…

Could it be that…?

“Hmm.” Michaela hummed thoughtfully

“Miss Murfers, please tell me who offended you. Just point the person out, and they will be removed immediately!” Simon straightened nervously

Michaela’s gaze slowly moved—until it landed on Ava.

Ava’s heart nearly stopped beating the moment her eyes MET with Michaela's.

She wasn’t foolish. The pieces were falling into place.

Michaela Murfers.

The CEO of Murfers Empire.

Ava opened her mouth to speak in defense of herself but Michaela overtook her first.

“There! His name is Liam Paige!” Michaela said calmly, pointing forward! “He humiliated my personality. So, go ahead… Punish him.”

Ava exhaled sharply in relief before turning toward Liam in shock.

The lounge fell into dead silence as all eyes shifted to Liam.

Liam remained composed, hands sliding into his pockets.

He wasn't flinched by Michaela's orders.

Instead, he was confident.

If Michaela was the CEO of Murfers Empire, he was the CEO of Paige’s Fashion Home.

Murfers Empire is huge, yes. But his company and brand name was also huge as well.

Sighting the level of confidence in Liam's face, Simon approached him slowly.

Of course, Paige's Fashion Home was huge, so as its CEO. But it ranked tenth in Sera and thirty-second globally.

Simon respected Liam—but Murfers Empire stood far above him.

Therefore, he would do as Michaela had wanted him to do.

As people's suspense EXPRESSED further, Simon commanded.

“Apologize to Miss Murfers. Right now.”

“He shouldn’t apologize to Michaela,” Ethan’s voice rang out sharply, spinning everyone's head at him.

“He should go on his knees, and apologize to me instead!”

His eyes locked onto Liam’s, blazing with restrained fury.

Liam slowly removed his hands from his pockets and stepped closer until they were face to face.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and dangerous.

“You…”