Chapter 6

“What’s up, do you have something else to do?” William Harris asked.

“No.” Ryan Miller made up an excuse, “I’m playing games today.”

William Harris said, “Come on, what’s so fun about games? You have to come, tonight’s gathering is specially organized for you!”

Ryan Miller: “For me?”

“That’s right. Bring Matthew Clark along!” William Harris said excitedly.

Ryan Miller was taken aback: “Why would I bring him?”

“You’re doing all this just to mess with him, aren’t you?” William Harris said, “I’ve invited a bunch of people tonight. When everyone sees how Matthew Clark acts all submissive in front of you, I guarantee you’ll love it!”

“……”

If William Harris hadn’t brought it up, Ryan Miller would have almost forgotten his own purpose.

But things had already gone off track. When he ‘sponsored’ Matthew Clark, he never intended to sleep with him.

Ryan Miller clicked his tongue, “Forget it, I don’t feel like going out today.”

“Don’t be like that, I already told everyone you’d bring Matthew Clark.” William Harris said, “Everyone’s waiting to see!”

Damn.

Ryan Miller had a headache.

“William Harris, you’re really something.”

William Harris laughed, “Of course. You’ve already spent the money, I have to help you vent a little.”

After hanging up, Ryan Miller opened that damn group chat he’d muted for ages. Sure enough, over a dozen people were active, and even the group name had been changed to “Unforgettable Tonight POP.”

William Harris knew him well. If things had gone according to Ryan Miller’s plan, the first thing he would have done after booking Matthew Clark would be to keep him close and boss him around like a lackey.

But now, Ryan Miller didn’t want to see Matthew Clark at all, let alone bring Matthew Clark to meet others.

He was afraid Matthew Clark would let something slip.

Ryan Miller leaned back on the sofa, peeled an orange for himself, popped a segment into his mouth, and the sweetness instantly spread.

After a while, he pulled out his phone’s search engine and typed in a line.

“How to re-add someone you’ve blocked on WeChat.”

——

A silver Lamborghini sped down the highway, drawing glances from other cars whenever it stopped at a red light.

Ryan Miller didn’t care at all. One hand rested loosely on the car door, a luxurious watch on his wrist. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and as soon as the light turned green, the car roared off ahead of everyone.

He saw Matthew Clark at the agreed location.

The other was wearing a simple white hoodie and black jeans, standing straight by the street, tall and striking.

Ryan Miller couldn’t help glancing at his own black hoodie and jeans, feeling something was off.

Just as he was about to pull over, he saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman approach and say something to Matthew Clark.

Matthew Clark’s expression was indifferent as he shook his head.

This was how Matthew Clark was supposed to be—keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Ryan Miller parked the car and was about to keep watching when he met Matthew Clark’s gaze.

Seeing him, Matthew Clark raised an eyebrow, took the business card the woman handed him, and walked straight toward the car.

Matthew Clark got in, buckled his seatbelt unhurriedly, and said, “Are you feeling better?”

Ryan Miller hadn’t expected him to bring that up right away, and almost lost control of the gas pedal: “None of your damn business.”

“It’s definitely my business.” Matthew Clark shot him a glance. “If you’re not better, we can’t do it later.”

Ryan Miller took a deep breath. He still had things to discuss with Matthew Clark and couldn’t fall out with him now: “I never said I was going to sleep with you.”

Matthew Clark nodded, “So what are we doing now?”

Ryan Miller stopped looking at him and said stiffly, “Eating.”

Ryan Miller had reserved a table at a Japanese restaurant, mainly because the private rooms were quiet and good for talking.

After sitting down, he randomly picked two dishes from the menu.

Once the waiter closed the door, Ryan Miller leaned against the wall and got straight to the point: “Let’s talk about a contract. How much would it cost to sponsor you for a year?”

Matthew Clark knew Ryan Miller was never one to play by the rules, but he was still a bit surprised to hear this.

He smiled and asked lazily, “Is it that enjoyable?”

“…Matthew Clark.” Ryan Miller lifted his chin slightly, frowning impatiently, “If you don’t want to keep living in this city, just keep being difficult.”

Ryan Miller was just trying to scare Matthew Clark. Even though the Qin family had gone bankrupt, he wasn’t someone this illegitimate son could just push around.

Matthew Clark put away his smile and said, “Let me think about it.”

Ryan Miller asked, “How long do you need? I’m in a hurry.”

“……” Matthew Clark tapped his finger lightly on the table. The door opened and the waiter brought in a plate of chilled sashimi.

After the waiter left, he finally replied, “I’ll tell you after this meal.”

Ryan Miller had no appetite at all. He took out his phone: “Take your time eating.”

Matthew Clark didn’t say much either. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating on his own. Even though he’d fallen on hard times, his every move was still elegant. Ryan Miller, used to eating meat and drinking at street stalls, found him more and more irritating the longer he looked.

So after just a few bites, Ryan Miller started talking again.

“Let me make this clear first,” he said, “I’m not looking for you to sleep with me…”