He figured that last night Matthew Clark would leave with him, probably because he was drunk and muddleheaded.
But he insisted on saying it that way, just to ruthlessly trample Matthew Clark's dignity underfoot.
He originally thought Matthew Clark would get angry, or just stop replying altogether, but to his surprise, only a few minutes later, the other party sent over a photo, immediately followed by a voice message.
Ryan Miller opened the picture and saw that it was actually a medical report.
“Took a while to find it.” Matthew Clark's voice was as usual. “Just got the report last week. Don’t worry, I’m healthy.”
This time it was Ryan Miller's turn to be speechless.
While he was still stunned, the WeChat interface suddenly changed again.
[Q transferred you 20,000 yuan.]
[Ji Dad: ???]
[Q: I didn’t know my limits the first time, it was my poor service. Since the job wasn’t done well, I can’t take all the money, so I’ll refund you a bit. Is 20,000 enough?]
Ryan Miller almost choked on his breath.
Chapter 3
Ryan Miller recovered after resting at home for just one day.
He had always been healthier than most people, rarely even catching a cold, let alone suffering from minor injuries like this. After a good night’s sleep, he didn’t feel so bad anymore.
He just didn’t want to move, and his legs still felt a bit sore, so he lay around at home for another day.
When William Harris called, he had just blocked Matthew Clark.
Ever since Matthew Clark refunded him 20,000 yuan, the two hadn’t spoken again. The more Ryan Miller looked at it, the angrier he got. In the end, he didn’t accept the money and simply closed the chat window.
The reason he thought of blocking just now was because, half a minute ago, he’d seen a new post from Matthew Clark on his Moments.
Actually, Matthew Clark hadn’t posted much. On the contrary, when he checked Matthew Clark’s Moments, he found that the other didn’t use any of those weird settings like “visible for three days” or “visible for six months,” but there was even less content than William Harris’s three-day Moments. Out of five posts, four were photos of his dog—an American Bully, ugly as hell, with muscles on its back.
Just like its owner!
This time, Matthew Clark’s post wasn’t about the dog, just two simple words.
“Looking for work.”
Ryan Miller was utterly shocked when he saw those two words. He opened the profile picture again and again to confirm, only then believing that this post was indeed from Matthew Clark.
Matthew Clark would actually post something like this?!
One of the reasons Ryan Miller disliked Matthew Clark was that he was just too aloof, arrogant, exactly like his half-brother.
Ryan Miller was an illegitimate child. His mother was a little-known actress whom Mr. Miller had slept with one night, and that was how he came to be.
After learning about this, Mr. Miller hadn’t planned to acknowledge him—The Miller Family’s family situation was complicated, and the legal wife was a powerful businesswoman from a corporate marriage. He had no intention of falling out with his wife over a child born from a casual fling.
But in the end, Mrs. Miller stepped in. It was said she talked with Mrs. Miller for a whole night, and who knows what kind of benefits she offered, but finally Mrs. Miller relented and allowed Ryan Miller and his mother to be settled elsewhere.
His mother was different from other mistresses. While most would instill in their children from birth the idea of defeating the legal wife and fighting for the family fortune, his mother repeatedly warned him to keep a low profile, to never covet things that didn’t belong to him, or he wouldn’t even know how he died. Living an ordinary life, getting a few hundred thousand a month, was good enough.
After more than ten years of such warnings, when Ryan Miller was thirteen, his mother got cancer and passed away.
As an illegitimate child, he naturally couldn’t live with the main family, so Ryan Miller lived on his own for over a decade. During that time, not to mention the rest of the The Miller Family, he barely even saw his own father.
But just because he didn’t show up didn’t mean he didn’t exist.
Though his father didn’t care much about him, out of respect for Mrs. Miller, he still arranged a school for him.
To keep things simple, he went to the same middle school as his brother, Evan Miller.
Ryan Miller still remembered the first time he met Evan Miller. It was during PE class; after playing basketball, he went to the school convenience store to buy water. As soon as he walked in, he saw several boys sitting in the center seats, laughing and chatting.
The moment they saw him, the laughter stopped.
The boy sitting on the right said something, and all their eyes turned to Ryan Miller.
Ryan Miller was still young, but he could already recognize the emotions in those eyes.
Contempt, ridicule, disdain.
Matthew Clark was among them at the time, sitting in the very center. His gaze was the calmest of all—he glanced over, then quickly looked away, his brows raised carelessly, as if even one more look at Ryan Miller was unnecessary.
The crisp white school uniform shirt seemed to cast a glow around him, making him look lofty and untouchable.
That was his first meeting with Evan Miller, but the only one he remembered was Matthew Clark.
Such a high and mighty flower on a distant peak, and just half a minute ago, he was posting on Moments looking for a job.
“Ryan Miller, are you listening?” William Harris urged on the phone.
Ryan Miller snapped back to reality. “Yeah. What did you just say?”
William Harris: “…I said, let’s go to POP tonight.”
POP was a bar they often went to, and also the hottest bar in the city. That night, Matthew Clark had taken him away from POP. Thinking of this, Ryan Miller lost all interest. “Not going.”