The Ultimate Showman

CHAPTER 02

Kevin’s mind and heart went blank when the mobile screen went blank and white.

“No, no, no…” He slapped the mobile with the other hand a few times and then wiped it with the towel.

If Brielle were to find out he damaged this mobile, she would use that against him for months, saying something like: He couldn’t even keep his mobile safe, so how could he keep her daughter safe?

The mobile did not respond at all.

Kevin put it in his pocket and pressed the light switch on the wall. He looked around for the cockroach, spotted it and waged war on it. In the end, he killed it and then flushed it down the toilet.

Kevin returned to the dining table.

“One cockroach in the house can ruin the whole atmosphere,” Brielle said.

Kevin glanced at her, very much understanding that she was referring not to the cockroach literally but to him.

“Did you kill it?” Orlando asked. He was Brielle’s husband. He was the second-in-command in the mansion, after Brielle.

Kevin nodded. “Yes, Uncle.”

Just then, Brielle’s mobile rang. She answered the call and then glanced at Kevin, “Emma called me. She says your phone isn’t reachable.”

Kevin nearly choked on the food.

Cecilia gave him a glass of water. After he drank, she gently patted on top of his head. “Eat slowly.”

“You didn’t answer my question yet,” Brielle raised her voice. “What happened to your mobile?”

“Uh, um…” Kevin took the mobile out of his pocket and showed the blank screen to her. “It slipped and fell in the water.”

“What were you doing when it slipped?” Naomi asked. She was the eldest daughter-in-law and someone who always doubted everyone before anything else.

Kevin looked at her and calmly said, “I was trying to catch the cockroach.”

“Oh, I thought you were doing something dirty in Aunt’s bathroom,” Naomi said.

Brielle’s eyes widened a little. “Talk such rubbish again, and I’ll send you to your dad’s home, Naomi.”

Naomi went silent after that.

“How is the new product coming?” Brielle asked. “The toilet seat, I mean. You are going to have to show the demo soon.”

Kevin did not want to talk about toilet-related stuff while eating, but he had to answer Brielle’s question. “We’re almost done. I will show the demo with the O’Brian Group this time, right?”

“Hmph, don’t even dream about it,” Orlando blurted. “You can’t put a toilet seat with our O’Brian Group’s products.”

Kevin frowned. “Why not? This gives me an opportunity to promote my product and attract investors. It’ll benefit O’Brian Group, too, Uncle.”

“Not happening,” Orlando didn’t even bother giving an explanation.

O’Brian Group was made up of many multi-millionaire companies, but the top five among those were related to food processing, furniture and wood products, construction materials, machinery parts, paper & packaging.

Brielle was the CEO of the food procession company with a revenue in the hundreds of millions.

Orland was the CEO of the furniture and wood products company worth over a hundred million dollars.

Their two sons and only daughter ran the other three companies.

Cecilia was the head of the paper & packaging company with a revenue varying between 20 to 30 million dollars.

They all had enough resources to succeed and thrive, but Kevin did not.

Kevin got up from his seat. “I worked on this particular project for more than four months. Please let me be part of the rest of the O’Brian Group’s products demo.” He lowered his head and bowed.

“No,” Brielle didn’t even hesitate to reply. “If you grow Serenity’s revenue to over 10 million dollars, then I’ll think about it.”

“Mom,” Cecilia raised her tone a little bit. “How can he succeed when you keep pulling the carpet under his feet?!”

“I never pulled the carpet under his feet, Cecilia. He did it to himself when he paid off his father’s debts,” Brielle retorted. “He’s not fit for O’Brian family, but I let him stay in our mansion out of kindness. Yet, he keeps asking these strange requests of me. Do you really want such an incapable man as a husband? Just divorce him.”

Kevin’s eyes broadened very much. “W-What?”

[Showdown System: Shit Model is live!]

A voice rang in Kevin’s head, startling him. He looked around, wondering who spoke those words.

[Shitty Mission Number One: Clean ten toilets or digestive tracts today and earn 1 million dollars!]