Chapter 48 Chapter 48 This is the specialty of a professional gigolo...

Before today, I actually intended to collect information about the jury foreman.

Of course, you can't believe what you see on the Internet, but I'm just a lowly cow, and I'm not qualified to run up to my grandma and rub my hands together and say that we know each other.

So I could only pick and choose the information on the encyclopedia, filtering out the fancy adjectives as much as possible to get to the essence.

The final conclusion is: becoming a jury foreman starts with begging.

He really started with a bowl and reached the peak of his life. He is a role model for our generation.

In front of this elder who is over fifty years old and has seen too many people, my disguise is not worth mentioning, and all the sweet words I used to be good at are no longer effective.

Yet, I had to put on a good front and continue to play along with this old lady, acting out the drama of old and young getting along harmoniously. Thinking about it makes my head explode and my knees ache.

So I tried my best to calm my pounding heart, and in the blink of an eye, I regained my overly rapid breathing. Then I gave the captain a simple smile and said, "Captain, you are his mother. I believe he will understand you sooner or later."

"Hahahaha." Cutler laughed heartily.

Ah, is this Lao Qian’s laughter?

No, this is the laughter of those in power.

I cooperated and smiled, but my hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

I have passed the first hurdle.

What's the point? Why would this leader condescend to a lowly person like me? Is he just trying to make fun of me? That's wrong. Someone of this rank shouldn't resort to vulgarity.

If she wants to see some hell jokes, why not go to a musical or an opera? Or maybe just open the Bible, where Satan himself praises the hell jokes.

After Carter laughed heartily, he raised his hand and patted my shoulder. "Come on, talk to me."

"Okay." I agreed obediently.

Before I knew it, I felt there were some more people behind me.

Those people looked just like the court staff; some were weeding, some were watering flowers, and some were reading or just daydreaming. But I could sense their gazes flickering over here.

The closer I got to the roof, the more I felt the threat gradually enveloping me.

I should just relax, my mind told me.

But my instinct made me subconsciously alert.

"You're a kid from the slums," Carter said slowly, looking up at the glaring sunlight. "I miss you so much. I've met a few people from the slums before. But no one has managed to come to the Upward City by their own ability like you."

I pursed my lips and smiled, saying modestly, "I have to thank Levin. He helped me."

"Okay, young man, there's nothing to be modest about." Kotler stopped me from being modest. "Everyone in the world only believes in one truth: as long as you can achieve your goal, the process doesn't matter."

"Corialon of the Horry family is a good one. When he ran for council, he defeated his rival. Now he wants to serve on the jury, so he came to me. What an ambitious young man! I admire him."

Cutler spoke in a calm and gentle tone, with a kind smile, like an old lady who often plays positive roles on TV. However, I know very well that TV dramas are TV dramas, and what is fake is fake.

She is now a kind and amiable old lady, but when it comes to eating people, she will not hesitate to turn into a tiger with a bloody mouth.

There's no point playing tricks on her.

My mind quickly adjusted to cope with the situation.

Although his face still had a simple and honest expression, the words that came out of his mouth were no longer honest. "Captain, you admire his abilities, but you don't trust his sense of cooperation."

There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

For the Tianlong people, what they care about is how to ensure that their class does not slip and that they move up to a higher level after each exchange of interests.

Corialon is indeed a good partner. Young, ambitious, capable, and unscrupulous.

In order to establish a better connection with the head of the group, he also took the initiative to propose a marriage.

But this cooperation was short-lived.

The elder man sat under the pavilion with a smile on his face.

I didn't move, and I didn't know how to make tea or serve water, so I just watched someone behind me come up and serve tea and water.

"Master Noka is looking for you." said the man.

"Let him come over," Cutler said.

She pushed a cup of tea in front of me and said, "You sit down too, young man. Let's resolve the misunderstanding between you today."

I understand where Cutler is coming from.

She wanted to personally cultivate a completely trustworthy person for herself, and I was a good seed.

Someone who is almost identical to her. Born in the lower class, unscrupulous, smart and good at seizing opportunities, obedient but full of rebelliousness.

People are naturally attracted to children who are similar to themselves, even if this affection is mixed with many calculations.

This is a huge opportunity.

If you don't seize the opportunity, you'd be a real fool. Unfortunately, I'm a snob and I love to seize opportunities to climb up.

So I sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

It was obvious that we had to wait a while until Kanoka would come to find us.

I understand. All omegas who love beauty are like this. They will make a lot of preparations before going out to bask in the sun.

"It's been a long wait, isn't it?" Cutler quipped. "But every time I see this kid, I feel so proud."

"He's so cute and beautiful. Even though he can be so stupid sometimes that I can't help him, it makes me feel the joy of being a mother."

I can hear it.

In Cutler's eyes, Kanoka was no different from a beautiful kitten.

Oh, there is a difference. Kittens cannot marry, but Kanoka can.

My throat was a little dry, so I took another sip of tea and said, "Didn't you plan to marry your daughter to someone from the Hori family?"

After saying that, I closed my mouth again, pretending to be annoyed. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's true that she and I disagree." Cutler's smile remained unchanged. "My daughter is indeed very capable, but her sense of independence is too strong. She doesn't want to follow the path I paved for her."

"She could have followed the right path, starting as a senator, then joining the jury, becoming a captain, and even higher. But she foolishly chose to join the army, and now she's fighting the rebels."

Cutler suddenly sighed helplessly, "But she does care about her brother very much and firmly disagrees with me marrying Noka to Corialon."

"She's a good person," I said.

I am neither salty nor bland in my praise.

"Ah..." Carter sighed, "I've reached the end of my rope. From now on, I can only waste my time as the leader. I hope my daughter can be better than me."

"You hope so, don't you?"

After she said this, she looked into my eyes.

I looked at her and saw the unwillingness hidden in her eyes.

She is nearly sixty years old and wants to see her daughter reach a higher level than she has. Even if her daughter is unwilling, she is not going to give up.

That's why she wanted to find a partner, one who could bring her daughter back to the "journey".

Coriaron was good, but not suitable for long-term cooperation. Once Cutler got old, Coriaron would push her down as he had pushed down his competitors before.

In order to maximize his benefits, Corey Alon would not lend a helping hand to Carter's daughter, and would even push her further away.

So what kind of person is better? Of course, it is more suitable for those who have nothing but smart minds and means.

That's why Cutler extended an olive branch to me.

Kanoka is the scale that balances me and Corialon. If you want to gain easy benefits, then increase your own weight.

Even if I choose to refuse, what happened today will reach Coriaron's ears. I can no longer use sweet words to coax him in and seek so-called protection as before.

In order to ensure that he can swallow the benefits that are in his mouth, Corialon will kill me without hesitation.

Haha, there is no way out again.

You Tianlong people are such a bunch of idiots! If you want to cooperate, just talk about cooperation. Why are you taking my life for no reason? Why is my life so valuable?

I don't have time to answer the leader's questions.

Kanoka is here.

He was dressed the same as when we first met, gaudy and exquisitely, like a vase showing off its expensive worth.

But he is indeed handsome, which makes people ignore his empty head and bad temper.

"Mom!" Kanoka trotted over.

When he saw me (still sitting) next to Cutler, he was visibly stunned, then his eyes widened in disbelief and he stomped his feet, "Mom! I hate this guy!"

I stood up, grabbed my sleeve, and said with a simple yet embarrassed expression, "Hello."

Cutler accepted my practiced facial changes smoothly, even enjoying them.

She waved to Kanoka, "Sit down, Kanoka. Look at you, your makeup is all smudged."

The omega's attention was immediately diverted, and he hurriedly took out a mirror to look at himself carefully.

After finding the makeup perfect, he complained to Cutler, "It didn't even get smudged."

He sat down where I used to be, and as if remembering something, he started scolding me, "How dare you lie to me! Yosir told me you laid hands on him and even asked his father to cook for you!"

"You said the box contained an engagement ring! But you're clearly an accomplice of the murderer!"

"Mom, you have to put her in jail!"

I am completely confused.

When did I ever touch Yossier? I've always been a gentleman when it comes to my lovers, okay? And if I did, I don't believe anyone would complain.

Xiaobai's handiwork is praised by everyone who's used it, with many giving it glowing reviews. If you don't believe me, ask Yosir to ask his uncle. When I was helping wash the car, his legs were even better than Levin's.

"Noka, calm down," Cutler said.

Kanoka, who was originally chattering, suddenly shut up obediently and looked at Carter with grievance.

"Useless, if there is any misunderstanding between you, just tell me." Carter gave me the opportunity to perform.

No problem, I'll be right there.

Returning to my comfort zone of performing, I felt relaxed inside, but my face showed an expression of helplessness, guilt and shame.

"I'm sorry I offended you that day."

"Hmph!" Kanoka gave a bad look.

I twirled my sleeves in confusion, stammering and blushing as I said, "That box is definitely not my engagement ring."

"Actually, I never had anyone to propose to me, and I didn't have anyone I liked before that."

"I didn't know why at the time, but strangely enough I just started lying."

"You admitted it! You lied to me!" Kanoka jumped up in response. "I made me think the stories in romance novels were real!"

I felt even more guilty and lowered my head to look at my toes. "You can hit me or scold me however you want. I'm willing to endure it. As for that box, it is indeed related to the case."

"Ah! You murderer!" Kanoka almost jumped up and wanted to find Carter to put me in jail again.

But my next words froze him in place.

"I, I'm not!" I raised my head excitedly, "Anyone can misunderstand me, I don't care. But the only thing I don't want to be misunderstood by is you!"

His eyes were red and his left eye was wrapped in gauze. Coupled with his pale lips and anxious expression, everyone who came to him would say that he was a poor, honest man who was bullied.

Cutler slowly picked up the cup and drank the tea.

I guess she had never seen such self-righteous nonsense, so she wanted to drink tea to calm down.

"What do you mean?" Kanoka's tongue seemed to be rolled up, and he was a little at a loss.

I seemed to realize that I was too emotional and lowered my head again. "And you said I touched Yosir. I don't admit it."

"Anyway, you caught it!" Kanoka seemed eager to defeat me.

"If you mean pulling him up from the ground, then I admit that I caught him. Apart from that day, I haven't touched Yosir since then." My eyes dimmed and my tone was dejected. "He wanted to get my lunch box that day, but he slipped and fell. I was worried about him, so I pulled him up from the ground."

"I didn't expect this action would cause him to misunderstand. It's my fault. He's a well-educated and sensible beta, and I'm just a lowly intern, so it's normal for me to offend him unintentionally. If you're angry on his behalf, then I'm willing to apologize to him, as long as you don't get angry."

This is the skill of discourse.

I don't say he's too sensitive, I say I was too offensive. He's too noble, and I'm too low-class, so that's why I offended him. I'm willing to apologize, but not for him, but for you.

The focus of the topic was not the offended Yosir, but the subsequent "apology so that you don't get angry."

But apparently, I underestimated Kanoka's stupidity.

He frowned, his face full of confusion, "It's good that you know. It's too dirty to be touched by someone like you."

Me: ...Oh my god, how did Carter teach him?

Stupid cats are indeed cute, but stupid people are not cute.

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The author has something to say: Xiaobai is actually a very gentleman [dog head holding a rose]

They will wear a coat, be considerate and not mention their legal spouse, will not actively ask for material things (they are all given by their lovers), provide almost unlimited emotional value (as long as the money is in place), and will actively help people conceal their true gender. They will ask three times in advance for alphas with strong self-esteem, and can also play some exciting games when necessary.

Now, this is the professionalism of a professional gigolo. Just click □□, and the gigolo will go from bedside service to the execution platform [thumbs-up]

But facing Kanoka, Xiaobai is very vicissitudes of life

Female lead: No, how come some people can’t understand what I’m saying?

Cutler: Pretty impressive, right? I taught him that specifically.