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
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
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
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
“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
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
“Here you are.” Yvonne put the hot bowl on the table, interrupting his line of thoughts, “Rice dumplings, like thousands of times before. And remember to pay me this time, or I'll kill you.”Ernest nodded, picking up the chopsticks, and keeping on creating his plan. Though everyone said that cutting off a tree was always easier than growing them, Ernest needed a detailed plan—or he would be slammed dead by that tree itself.To waste the money, Ernest needed a better identity, so that he could gain trust and conduct his plan.He thought so, eating a dumpling and let his plan spread as the shrimp flavor did all over his mouth.But, how would Ernest do that with just a black card? You couldn't defeat an army by just waving a flag. At least you needed a ghost company showing that you're ‘trustworthy’, and if you're penniless, you couldn't even hire an idiot to take part in your scamming career.Ernest ate another rice dumpling, and suddenly, a sound echoed in his mind. A notification foll
What was happening?The landlord couldn't expect this twist. She was confused for a moment, “What are you saying?”Ernest scratched his matted hair, yawning, “Just wait for five minutes, I have to brush my teeth before showing you what the damn problem had happened to me last night.”The landlord narrowed her eyebrows. She was the type of person who couldn't suffer any negative comments about her assets, even though everyone found it terrible. She was provoked, and her voice was high-note.“What the fuck are you talking about, Ernest? You’ve been living here, in my apartment for three years, you know how good it actually is. And now you insult my flat this way and threaten to leave?”Ernest, who was still brushing his teeth at the toilet, immediately went out with his frothy mouth.“Who the hell would be that silly to insult you if this flat is okay? Why don't you think that there must be some actual problems? There are ghosts in this damn room and they scared me all night long!”He w
On the way looking for Ernest, James had been complaining that he had to pay the bank officer five hundred dollars but received just one sentence: that Ernest came from the Eswaranski family — which had already shown in his full name.Michael remembered how he had replied to James with a gentle look—exactly what his grandfather had done in his memory.“Do you know what the ratio is to give birth to a genius, raise them to be a good person, and make sure that they would do something big to help this world?”“It was about zero, because most of us can't even imagine that, let alone taking it into action and solving all the possible problems to reach that goal.”“But in the Eswaranski clan, that ratio was ninety-nine to one hundred. Do you know what it means?” Michael looked at Ashley and James’ bewildered faces, “99% to be geniuses, and the other 1% were… monsters.”“But what is a monster?” Ashley had asked him that, but Michael just shook his head in silence.A supernaturally smart guy?