Chapter Seven: The Heir Has Set His Eyes on You

"It's only ten million, just a trifle," Ma Wu said, scratching his hair.

"But that's ten million! How can you just give it away as a tip?" Li Mida's heart ached.

After all, that was her man's money—half of it belonged to her. For him to simply hand it to a female streamer was something she couldn't accept.

Her own wealth barely surpassed a million, all earned through her own efforts. To see Ma Wu so casually toss ten million away was utterly beyond her comprehension.

"To me, it's just a hundred," Ma Wu replied, full of confidence.

Boom.

Li Mida's heart trembled. Ten million was just a hundred to him? How wealthy must his family be?

She had guessed that Ma Wu was well-off, but she hadn't expected him to be this rich.

It seemed that Emperor Miluo truly existed.

"Miss Li, the boss sent me to fetch you back to the company for a discussion."

At that moment, a car pulled up in front of the exhibition hall. A man in a suit stepped out and walked towards them.

Since Ma Wu was so wealthy, Li Mida said nothing more and took his arm as they got in the car.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the modeling agency where she'd signed her contract. It was a small company with plenty of third-rate models. Although none were famous, they were all striking women, and Li Mida was their best.

They entered the boss's office. A man in his thirties sat before a computer, lost in troubled thought. Upon seeing Li Mida, he immediately forced a smile.

"Mida, you're here," the man said, glancing at Ma Wu. "I need to speak to Li Mida privately. You can wait outside."

"He's my agent. He can stay and listen. Say what you have to say," Li Mida replied coldly.

She hated this agency. She'd been tricked into signing, led to believe it was a large firm, well-connected, with investors from the film world and wealthy heirs. Only after signing did she realize it was a small agency, with a contract full of unfair clauses.

"Very well," the man cleared his throat. "Mida, a rich heir has taken a liking to you and specifically asks that you accompany him for one night. I hope you'll accept."

Boom!

Li Mida's expression changed dramatically.

Ma Wu was seething inside. Damn it, you dare offer my woman such a job? Are you tired of living?

"Boss, you deceived me into signing the contract, but I didn't sue you. We had an agreement: you can't make me do things against my morals," Li Mida rose to her feet, slamming the table in anger.

"Is it really immoral? Every model here takes such jobs except you. You think you're some Victoria's Secret supermodel?" The man's tone grew sharp, his lips curled back in a sneer. "Let me tell you, you'll do it whether you want to or not. Besides, it was you who drew his attention. He asked for you. If you don't go, he'll come after me, and there's nothing I can do."

"When did I ever draw his attention? I never seek out these rich heirs. Stop making things up!" Li Mida's voice rang out.

Ma Wu trusted Li Mida, but the man's shifty eyes suggested he was lying.

Just then, Ma Wu remembered the Eavesdropping Ear he had just acquired—a device that allowed him to hear a person's thoughts. He decided to see what the man was really thinking.

He took out the Eavesdropping Ear, which looked like a hearing aid.

The man's eyes flashed uneasily, his mind in turmoil: As long as she agrees to spend the night with that rich heir, I'll get the ten million in funding. Then the company won't go under. It's all my fault—I gambled away the company's money. If I can't pay it back, they'll break my legs.

So that's it. The man was out of money and trying to use Li Mida to get an investment to pay off his debts. Disgusting.

"Excuse me, may I ask your name?" Ma Wu suddenly approached the desk, folding his arms.

"Yang," the man replied curtly.

"Mida won't take such jobs. If you need money, I can buy your agency," Ma Wu said with a smile.

Yang was stunned, sizing Ma Wu up and down. A mere agent claiming he could buy out the company—what arrogance.

"Can you afford it? If you really want to buy, fine. Ten million," he said. That was the exact sum he owed.

But Li Mida objected, "Your broken-down agency isn't worth five million."

"Doesn't matter. My family is wealthy. Ten million it is. Prepare the transfer documents—I'll wire the money as soon as we sign," Ma Wu responded coolly.

Hearing this, Yang Junling was instantly energized, hurriedly preparing the paperwork, including a ten-million-yuan contract.

A few minutes later, the documents were signed. Ma Wu transferred the ten million without hesitation.

"This rundown agency isn't worth it," Li Mida protested, grabbing Ma Wu's arm, hopping with anxiety.

"President Ma, I wish you great success running this modeling agency," Yang Junling said cheerfully, the weight of debt lifted from his shoulders.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going," he added.

"Wait." Ma Wu's voice was icy. "Just now you tried to arrange that kind of job for my girlfriend, humiliating me. You think you can walk away after that?"

Yang Junling's face fell, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

"President Ma, I didn't know Mida was your girlfriend. I meant no offense. Please forgive me," he pleaded, bowing low.

Ma Wu strode over, hands in his pockets, towering over the cowering Yang Junling.

"Forgiveness is possible, but you can't expect to pay no price. It's time for you to atone," Ma Wu said.

"What do you want from me? Name it, and I'll brave any danger," Yang Junling replied, nearly coughing up blood.

Ma Wu pretended to ponder, then walked over to Li Mida, stroking her wavy hair. "Darling, you must be furious. Don't be angry. How about I give you a Lamborghini worth ten million?"

A Lamborghini worth ten million.

Hearing those words, Li Mida gasped. This man truly was a prodigy of wealth—every gesture was worth millions. She silently thanked Emperor Miluo.

"Alright," she agreed.

Ma Wu turned to Yang Junling. "You heard that? Only a Lamborghini worth ten million will earn you my forgiveness. So, hand over another ten million."

Yang Junling could almost see himself vomiting blood like a QQ emoji.

Damn, they're robbing me. I need that ten million to pay off my debts.

Now he was truly stuck, his face caught in a grimace of indecision.

"President Ma, please, I was wrong. I owe ten million from gambling. I need that money to repay my debt; otherwise they'll kill me. I'm begging you, please let me go," Yang Junling cried, tears streaming down his face.

At that, Li Mida understood.

"So you wanted me to take that job so you could earn a cut and pay your debt?"

"Miss Li, I had no choice. Please forgive me," Yang Junling groveled, nodding incessantly, his face full of tears.

"Shut up," Ma Wu roared, furious. "I will never forgive someone like you. Hand over the ten million, or you know what will happen."

There was no way Yang Junling would comply. That was the money from selling his company.

Just for making an improper suggestion, they wanted ten million in compensation? That was outright extortion.

He resolved not to pay.

"Come in," Ma Wu called, opening the door.

It was the suited man who had brought Li Mida and Ma Wu over.

Ma Wu searched the desk and found a fruit knife.

"What is it?" the suited man asked as he entered.

Without a word, Ma Wu turned and slashed at the man's wrist.

In an instant, the man's right hand was severed at the wrist, falling to the ground.

At that moment, Yang Junling was petrified, his eyes wide as saucers.

"My hand!" the suited man wailed, clutching his bleeding wrist and collapsing to the floor.

Li Mida stared, wide-eyed, too frightened to breathe.

Ma Wu pointed the fruit knife at Yang Junling. "You dared make such a proposal to my girlfriend. If you don't pay the price, I'll never let it go. Are you going to die or pay up?"

"I—I—I’ll pay! I’ll pay!" Faced with death, Yang Junling lost all resolve; his head bobbed like a pecking chicken as he transferred ten million via his phone.

"It's done," he said.

"Get out," Ma Wu barked, hurling the fruit knife to the ground.

The clatter of the knife only heightened Yang Junling's terror. Wasting no time, he fled the office in panic.

Li Mida stared at the severed hand on the floor, her jaw trembling, completely at a loss.

The suited man remained on the ground, screaming in agony.