Chapter 15 Anger "You've got the wrong person, sir."...

"You've got the wrong guy, sir." Mary said calmly, ignoring the man's almost murderous look and stepped back.

"Do you think I would recognize the wrong person?" Blackmoa tilted his head, and his rather neurotic expression looked really scary.

Mary took a step and the other person followed, their eyes filled with unshakable stubbornness.

"Don't you think you made an outrageously wrong decision?" Blackmoa kept asking, as if he was determined to force Mary to speak.

The other maids huddled together, all confused and horrified by this inexplicable scene. Not to mention them, even Diego found the scene before him absurd and outrageous.

A man of high social status is constantly pursuing a humble maid, just like a loser who failed in his pursuit of love.

As smart as Diego is, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Everyone comes to this world with his or her own mission... Mary, you should know the true meaning of your life in this world..." Blackmoa was still saying something, but Diego's eyes were already on Mary.

The maid who always had a blank expression on her face finally showed a different look on her face.

Her brows were furrowed, and her silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, like a large carnivorous beast about to hunt.

"Shut up." She didn't say it loudly, but Blackmoya actually shut his mouth, and his body trembled reflexively.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered softly, "I just don't think... this is right."

Diego saw Marie move, her skirt dancing with the swing of her legs, just as he had seen girls twirl at a dance, but with completely different purposes. One was to enjoy the music, the other to attack.

The opponent's flexibility was incredibly good. Her legs continuously increased their strength as they spun, her toes tensed, and in an instant, they smashed into Blackmoya's cheek. Even though the opponent immediately blocked with his arms, it was still useless. He was kicked several meters away in an instant, and only stopped passively when he hit the wooden table.

"I told you to shut up, but your slow brain couldn't even understand what I said?" Mary stepped forward. "Shutting up means not answering anything. Do I need to teach you that?"

Blackmoya lay flat on his stomach, curled up in a ball, his right cheek visibly swollen. His innocent expression made him look even more pitiful. But the woman before him showed no mercy. She leaned in close and pressed hard on his swollen cheek, causing him to clench his fist in pain.

"Tell me... if I kill you now, will that guy feel troubled?"

"If I die, he'll just want you back even more."

The information content of these two sentences was excessive, and Diego's brain began to spin furiously.

It seems that Mary's status is higher than Blackmoa's. It is even possible that the fact that this difficult-to-approach man came to visit her house was related to Mary.

But if Mary was really that powerful, why had he never heard of her? And...since she once held a high position, how could she be willing to be a maid with no social status?

"You should go back. Only by his side can you realize your greatest value, and he looks forward to your return every day." Blackmoya looked at Mary earnestly, hope in his eyes. "Have you forgotten the glorious days of the past?"

"Would you two like to talk while we eat?" Diego didn't want to get involved at first, but with his excellent eyesight, he had noticed a dagger slipping out of Mary's sleeve. The sharp knife with a cold glow could take Blackmoa's life at any time. In order to avoid bloodshed in his family and affect his reputation, Diego still said this thankless sentence.

Because of his interruption, the originally solemn atmosphere dissipated a little. Mary silently pushed the knife back into her sleeve and walked upstairs without looking back. Blackmoya lowered his head in despair and said softly, "I'm sorry... I disturbed your life..."

Diego comforted the huddled maids and told them to go to the kitchen and serve the dishes on the dining table. Blackmoa shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I'm going back now."

"Are you really not going to rest for a while? Your injuries are serious... I will immediately send my servants outside to find a doctor to treat you."

"Thank you..." Blackmoya's eyes were always filled with a calm and dead silence: "But... no need... I will visit her again when she calms down..."

Knowing that he couldn't control the other person's thoughts, Diego smiled and said, "Yes, sir. I sincerely look forward to your next visit."

The other party did not reply, because he also looked down on men like Diego. His humble origins and dirty methods really made people feel disgusted and disgusted.

If it weren't for that adult's instruction, he would never have come here.

Diego, who was smiling, turned completely cold after the other person left.

What qualifications do these high-ranking guys have to judge his actions? !

He subconsciously touched his pocket watch and said to himself: Mom, you are such an idiot.

Mom, do you know that the poor are the group that least deserves dignity, because they are not qualified to obtain such precious things?

Mom, if you hadn't taken the boiling hot porridge with your hands and fed it to me, you wouldn't have died at all. You would have lived a long, long time.

Mom, there is no doubt that you are doing this. In order to climb up, I can give up all my dignity.

Diego thought of his past self, when he used all his savings to beg Mr. Joestar to sell him the Silver Bullet, and then began training day after day.

Fall, then get up. Study hard, then apply your skills. Scout every opponent, then defeat them. Diego, step by step, reaches his goal, becoming the champion of the racetrack. Even Johnny, with his abundant resources, falls victim to his defeat.

That was the happiest moment in his heart

It was also at that time that he received an invitation letter from a local tyrant in the area, who held what Diego considered to be an astronomical amount of wealth.

He was extremely excited at that time, thinking that he would soon be able to reach the top and truly become the upper-class person he dreamed of. For this banquet, he spent five hundred dollars to customize an expensive suit and dressed himself to perfection.

According to the content of the invitation letter, Diego arrived at the corresponding destination. When he looked at the luxurious house in front of him, he did not feel any cowardice in his heart, but only had an increasingly strong ambition.

Unfortunately, he soon encountered a problem that he found difficult to solve.

There were more than a dozen kinds of knives and forks that he had never seen before placed in front of him on the dining table, and three napkins of different sizes made him feel at a loss.

Are these people sick?

Diego couldn't quite comprehend the scene before him. In his mind, many people still ate with their hands, or made food into a thick porridge and gulped it down from a bowl. People like him who used knives and forks were a minority. The tableware of all shapes and sizes seemed to tell him that the rich were just a bunch of idle lunatics.

He was cautious and did not eat immediately. Instead, he observed the people around him with his peripheral vision, but his playful gaze met the other person's.

They did it on purpose

Diego understood this in an instant. They just treated him as a clown to be made fun of.

The hands hidden under the tablecloth were clenched into fists, but Diego's expression was softer and sweeter than ever. He was about to seduce a young woman present to help him out, but he didn't expect that an acquaintance also came here.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the way." The speaker was Johnny. He sat down in his seat with ease, tucked one napkin half into his neck, put one on his knees, and the last one on his left hand. He was so experienced that Diego found it incredible.

The other party was obviously a rude, stupid, and foul-mouthed guy during the horse racing, but when he came here, he transformed himself and became one of that group of people.

He became the center of the crowd

"Oh, dear Johnny, please give my regards to your father."

"Johnny, I went to see your game, it was amazing!"

"The racehorses your family raises are top-notch. With you, Johnny, your family will surely regain its former glory."

Johnny responded seriously, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his face. He looked provocatively at Diego, who sat in the corner in silence, but Diego seemed unusually absent-minded.

It turns out...it's identity

Diego finally understood what he was missing.

So what if he was talented? So what if he was good-looking? Without the support of a genuine family, all his achievements were worthless in the eyes of these people. In their view, Johnny's fame as a racehorse would boost his father's reputation and earn him more profits from racing. Diego, on the other hand, was expendable; once his prime was over, he would be lost in history, never to be seen again.

In everyone's eyes, he is just a fleeting meteor that will disappear from the field in a few years.

But so what

Diego looked at everyone in front of him

No matter if he is despised or ridiculed, as long as he can achieve his goal, it is enough to step on everyone.

Diego swore that he was destined to succeed and would definitely succeed.

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