Chapter 3 Pay The Debt

To avoid attracting people's attention, I chose to meet with Mr. Q at the riverside. It was located in a remote area, so there were not so many people going there. When I wasn't famous yet, I used to hang out there with Ken. We even dreamed of having our own house along the river in the future.

That dream had actually come true. Ken had a house there now. But unfortunately, the person he would share it with was not me anymore.

"What are you doing? Is it really worth it for you to kill yourself for such a good-for-nothing man?"

Mr. Q dragged me down from the railing of the bridge, and I fell directly into his arms. I was overwhelmed with both anger and embarrassment, so I wanted to struggle. But when I saw him drenched in sweat, I froze. Did he think that I was going to jump into the river?

"What? Do you feel guilty now? How much did Ken pay you to set me up?" I asked angrily.

After hearing my words, he loosened his grip and dropped me to the ground. "Ahhh!" I felt like my buttocks were burning.

"No wonder you were fooled by that man for a long time. You're so stupid!" Mr. Q satirized me with disdain. Ken must have really planned everything well. He even had several contingency plans.

"What now? Do you need my help to deal with them?" he asked casually as if Ken and Yoyo were just bugs in his eyes that were so easy to deal with.

I looked into his eyes without saying anything. He surely knew Ken and Yoyo, and he was aware that I had been wronged by them.

"Who are you? Why would you help me?"

But he deliberately ignored my questions. Instead, he said, "Don't worry. Dealing with someone like Ken doesn't require any hard work at all. This time, my help is free. After all, he dragged me into this."

Now that I knew that he had nothing to do with Ken, I finally calmed down.

"I know that you are not an ordinary person. But you have nothing to worry about. Ken deliberately covered your face and your plate number, so you were not exposed. This is my issue, so I hope you let me resolve it by myself."

I was not a saint, but I also couldn't let anyone be involved in my problems. I knew that Mr. Q had all the money and resources, but I didn't want to use him.

"At least, he knows that I loved him. Money is nothing to me. I just feel bad that the seven years of my sincerity and hard work have been in vain." I tried to hold back my tears, but they still streamed down my face. Mr. Q reached out and touched my face.

I froze when he wiped my tears with his slender fingers. He then said, "You are so kind. So what are you going to do next? Congratulate them? They may not believe you."

I shook my head. The Sky Entertainment Group was my painstaking efforts. I could give it up, but I would never let them take it.

"From now on, I swear to destroy the Sky Entertainment Group. I will take away everything that matters to them."

I heard him applauding to me. But I know it was insincere. "You do have backbone. But, shouldn't you pay me back the room charge last night first?"

"You..." My eyes widened in disbelief. He was obviously a rich man. Why did he still insist on asking for payment? Was he really trying to add insult to injury?

I had no money right now, so I gave him an IOU. I stated there that I would pay him in one year with the bank's highest interest rate.

However, he refused to accept it and said, "Are you always domineering? I am the creditor, so I should be the one to decide the terms and the rules."

I took a deep breath and asked what he wanted.

He replied, "Don't worry. As I've said, I'm not interested in ugly women. I need a cook at home right now. This job doesn't require beauty, so I believe you can do it."

What he said pissed me off. "What? You want me to cook for you?" I wanted to say a lot of things to him, but he covered his ears and took two steps back. He then shamelessly said that he didn't want me to be moved so much by his offer.

"Excuse me. I'm an actress, okay? I have my own work." I was not discriminating against any jobs or professions. But I really didn't want to pay my debt in the way he wanted.

"You can cook for me as a part-time job," he said and looked at me up and down shamelessly.

"You..." I was so angry that I wanted to hit him on the head.

"Do you have a place to live? The security in my house is very reliable. You can be assured that the paparazzi can't harass you there. Let's go. I will show you your new working environment."

I felt that he was trying to protect me, but I immediately brushed it off my mind. He dragged me into his car and locked the car doors. I had no choice but to give in.

While we were in his car, his phone rang twice, but he declined them in an instant. He then turned it off and looked stern. I told him that he could answer the phone and I wouldn't make any sound.

"Has anyone ever told you not to take yourself too seriously?

You can easily lose face." I glared at him. I had already made up my mind that he was a vicious man. Perhaps we couldn't really get along well.

When we got out of the car, I finally understood what he meant by reliable security. For me, it was even more than that. It was perfect.

There were security guards at the foot of the mountain. As an outsider, I could tell that there was no blind spot anywhere.

I couldn't help telling him, "Mr. Q, your home fulfilled my childhood wish." The villa built at the top of the mountain really amazed me. I couldn't say anything.

He smiled at me and asked what that wish was.

"When I was a child, I wished to buy a mountain and move all of my ancestors' ashes there. After I die, I will be buried in the mountain too."

"You have such a strange wish. But don't worry. If you die, I will be generous to bury you in this mountain. I will make a gravestone for you, saying this is my cook's grave."

After saying that, he walked forward and left me behind. I licked my lips and followed him obsequiously.

"Sir, you are back." As soon as we came in, the butler greeted him and took his coat. I gave my shawl to the butler too.

Mr. Q then introduced me to the butler. He pointed at me and said casually, "From now on, she will be responsible for cooking for me. Arrange a room for her on the third floor. No matter where she goes, tell Louis to drive for her and protect her."

"But..." It seemed that the butler wanted to say something.

"What?" Mr. Q snapped. Seeing his creased brows, the butler lost his courage to speak up. He didn't make any objections at all.

I went upstairs with the butler. While we were on our way to my room, he asked for my name.

"My name is Anna An. But you can call me Annie." I introduced myself. "By the way, what is your boss's name, and what does he do?"

"What? You don't know him?" The butler was obviously shocked. My eardrum actually buzzed because his voice was so loud when he asked the question.

"You heard him, right? I'm just his new cook. Of course, I don't know anything about him," I retorted sourly.

"No, no, no. You don't understand." He looked back hesitantly. "He wants you to live on the third floor."

"Yes. I heard him." I wondered if there was something wrong with the third floor. Looking at the butler's expression, I couldn't help asking, "Is there a ghost on the third floor?" I took a deep breath and shivered as I felt that the hair on the back of my neck stood.