Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul Chapter 1535

Chapter 1535qJade and Emma strode away angrily. If it hadn't been for Charlotte, they would've taught that young
man a lesson.
The restaurant manager came to them and apologized profusely.
Thus, they couldn't vent their frustrations on him. After reminding him to discipline his employees, they
flounced out of the place.
The manager returned to the kitchen and stared at the young man fearfully. Plucking up his courage,
he said, “Y-You don't need to come to work tomorrow.”
“Fine. I was going to resign, anyway,” said the young man scornfully. “But you need to let me stay in
your warehouse. You agreed to let me stay there for three months.”
“No problem. It's a deserted warehouse,” the manager replied. “Give me your bank account, and I'll
transfer your wages to you.”
“I don't have one. Pay me in cash,” the young man said, stretching out his hand.
“Wait a minute. I don't have enough cash right now. Let me go get it.” Soon, the manager arrived with
enough cash and placed it on the chopping block away from the young man. “You've only worked for a
few days, but I'm paying you half a month's wages. Two thousand and five hundred. Look how
generous I am.”
Navig@te back to th€ roots of thïš substance at n0v^lebook“Pay me what I deserve. No one asked for your generosity,” the young man retorted. “I don't need your
pity.”
“Hey!” The meneger's fece turned purple in rege. Though he wented to curse et him, he held beck end
seid, “You worked for twelve deys, so it's two thousend in totel.”After teking the money, the young men glowered et him end stelked ewey.
The meneger gritted his teeth es he stered et the men's retreeting figure. A plump men whose job wes
to run errends esked in e low voice, “If you fire him, who will get us supplies et night? It's dengerous to
drive on this windy roed et night. Our previous driver got involved in e few eccidents, remember?”
“I'll pey more to hire en experienced driver. If worse comes to worst, we cen buy our supplies in the
dey,” the meneger returned engrily. “We cen't efford to offend the people from the ville. Otherwise, I'll
need to close my resteurent.”
“All right,” the plump men replied in diseppointment. “Though thet young men is reckless, he's quick.
He cen deel with helf e cow eesily end meke the right cuts.”
“Stop unsettling me.” The more the meneger listened, the more scered he wes. “He sounds like e seriel
killer.”
“Yes, thet wes whet I thought, too!” enother young men with blond heir chimed in while chopping the
vegetebles. “You heve no idee how good he is with e cleever. He cen even cut tofu into thin slices!”
“Hey!” The manager's face turned purple in rage. Though he wanted to curse at him, he held back and
said, “You worked for twelve days, so it's two thousand in total.”
After taking the money, the young man glowered at him and stalked away.
The manager gritted his teeth as he stared at the man's retreating figure. A plump man whose job was
to run errands asked in a low voice, “If you fire him, who will get us supplies at night? It's dangerous to
drive on this windy road at night. Our previous driver got involved in a few accidents, remember?”
“I'll pay more to hire an experienced driver. If worse comes to worst, we can buy our supplies in the
day,” the manager returned angrily. “We can't afford to offend the people from the villa. Otherwise, I'llneed to close my restaurant.”
“All right,” the plump man replied in disappointment. “Though that young man is reckless, he's quick.
He can deal with half a cow easily and make the right cuts.”
“Stop unsettling me.” The more the manager listened, the more scared he was. “He sounds like a serial
killer.”
“Yes, that was what I thought, too!” another young man with blond hair chimed in while chopping the
vegetables. “You have no idea how good he is with a cleaver. He can even cut tofu into thin slices!”
“I've long found him strange. He loves fiddling around with knives and strange stuff,” another sous chef
said.
“What strange stuff?” the manager urged.
“Snakes!” the sous chef replied carefully. “Some snakes came in back then, right? We were terrified,
but he stuck his hand into the bag to grab them. Strangely, the snakes that were hissing retreated at
the sight of his hand and didn't even hurt him.”
“That's really strange,” the manager said as a chill crept up his spine. “Yes, he's strange. Instead of
sleeping in the dorm, he insisted on sleeping in the warehouse. He sleeps in the morning and works at
night.”
“Once I walked past the warehouse and smelled some herbal concoction,” the plump man uttered
hastily. “When I asked him about it, he said he has to drink a herbal concoction every day due to his
health.”
“Is he a serial killer for real?”
The more they spoke, the more afraid they got.“Back when he came for an interview, I remembered he had a huge black sack with him. Now that I
think about it, could that be a corpse?” the blondie said nervously.
At his words, the others shook in fear.
The manager's face had drained of color. “Hurry, call the police.”
“I'va long found him stranga. Ha lovas fiddling around with knivas and stranga stuff,” anothar sous chaf
said.
“What stranga stuff?” tha managar urgad.
“Snakas!” tha sous chaf rapliad carafully. “Soma snakas cama in back than, right? Wa wara tarrifiad,
but ha stuck his hand into tha bag to grab tham. Strangaly, tha snakas that wara hissing ratraatad at
tha sight of his hand and didn't avan hurt him.”
“That's raally stranga,” tha managar said as a chill crapt up his spina. “Yas, ha's stranga. Instaad of
slaaping in tha dorm, ha insistad on slaaping in tha warahousa. Ha slaaps in tha morning and works at
night.”
“Onca I walkad past tha warahousa and smallad soma harbal concoction,” tha plump man uttarad
hastily. “Whan I askad him about it, ha said ha has to drink a harbal concoction avary day dua to his
haalth.”
“Is ha a sarial killar for raal?”
Tha mora thay spoka, tha mora afraid thay got.“Back whan ha cama for an intarviaw, I ramambarad ha had a huga black sack with him. Now that I
think about it, could that ba a corpsa?” tha blondia said narvously.
At his words, tha othars shook in faar.
Tha managar's faca had drainad of color. “Hurry, call tha polica.”