Norman prayed to himself that these men were from Minnie’s side.
Of course, this was impossible.
How would people like that be associated with a lowly homewrecker?
Norman decided to pay her no mind, and introduce himself to these men first.
He bowed deeply, scrambling for his card holder.
“Mr. Adelmar! My name is Norman Sinek. It’s an honor to meet you!”
He passed Adel a name card, which Abel accept.
“Mr. York! I’m Norman Sinek, my pleasure!”
“Ah.” Benjamin took the name card as well.
“Sir,” Norman smiled falsely at Waylon. “Nice to meet you, it’s an honor.”
“Hi.” Waylon held the name card, turning it over. “Garment manufacturing?”
“Yes, I’m humbled to be in your presence,” Norman plastered on a placating smile. “How should I address you, Sir?”
“Waylon Adelmar,” Waylon said coolly.
“Waylon… Adelmar?” Norman startled. “Are you the man who… just bought the Imperial Palace?”
“Yeah.” Waylon nodded.
“It really is an honor, then!” Norman practically lit up.
Everyone had been talking about how the new owner of the Imperial Palace was incredibly powerful, spending his money on whatever he fancied.
Anyone would be drowning in money if they got on his good side!
“Mr. Adelmar, I’m so honored to meet you! I hope we can work together in the future!”
“Ah, great!” Waylon turned to Benjamin. “Tell the fashion industry to cease all work with Norman Sinek’s company!”
Benjamin nodded. “Got it! I’ll call right now.”
“Also, flatten out that piece of land they’re using as a factory,” Waylon said to Abel. “I’ll do it if you don’t want to. I think it’d make a pretty good spot for a new project.”
“Oh, I’m more than happy to,” Abel said. “I’ll make sure it’s flat starting from tomorrow!”
“Alright, works for me.” Waylon nodded.
Wait.
Wait!
Norman was at a loss for words. He looked at the three men.
“Gentlemen, wh-what’s happening here?”
“Your card’s filthy!”
Waylon flicked Norman’s name card into a trash can.
Abel and Benjamin did the same as well.
The both of them even wrung their hands after.
“What…” Norman panicked at once.
He knew that these men weren’t joking around.
It would really just take one phone call to royally screw Norman’s career over.
Flattening his clothing factory… that would also be as easy as the drop of a hat.
Wouldn’t his career be over?
He was going to be broke!
“Gentlemen,” Norman said bitterly. “If I could please know how I offended you?”
“I’m asking you, then,” Waylon said, “who are you coming to bail out today?”
“Me, of course!” Minnie cried out. “Norman said he was going to marry me!”
Norman was speechless.
Why was this b*tch ruining things for him right now?
Was she trying to making things worse?
“Minnie!” Norman yelled. “Are you crazy? When the hell did I say that?”
“You said it yourself!” Minnie said, indignant. “You were holding me in bed last night, saying that you’d had enough with your wife because she was absolutely useless in bed and you were going to divorce her to marry me!”
Norman was speechless. How was he going to get out of this?
“You bastard!” Jennie stormed up to Norman, slapping him across the face. “You absolute piece of sh*t! What about all the time and energy I spent on you!”
“Don’t you listen to that b*tch,” Norman said, clutching his burning cheek. “I never said that!”
Ouch, that slap really hurt!
Was Jennie trying to take his cheek out?
“What did you just say, Norman?” Minnie flared up in anger as well, grabbing Norman. “Are you telling me you didn’t say that? Wow, are you trying to dodge the blame like that? You didn’t f*ck me for nothing, I’ll tell you that!”
“F*ck off!” Norman flung Minnie away. “Your memory’s mixed up!”
