All Chapters of The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

But I was sure I did not know the Kenways!"You're such a beauty, Miss Jones! A lively, shapely, brilliant young woman just from appearance alone."Oh my God. I thought I would receive a standard greeting, but instead, she showered me with affection almost immediately!Everyone always said I was a beauty, and yes, whenever I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder who that gorgeous babe was…But the Kenways must have seen all sorts of people with different kinds of beauty already! How could someone like me still elicit praise?Nah. She was just a good conversationalist, skilled at making others feel comfortable in a social situation.Charles leaned closer to me and whispered, "Uh, Miss Jones? This is Madame Lisbeth Kenway."I immediately smiled and nodded. "Good morning, Madame Kenway. Thank you.""What a melodious voice!" she exclaimed.I felt my cheeks burning. "I… I could say the same for you, ma'am. You're incredibly youthful-looking, but I admire your demeanor ev

"Mm-hmm." I nodded, avoiding his gaze.Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression.I switched to a longer tape and requested, "Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway."As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6'3'' tall. I was lucky to be 5'8'' myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him.I finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit unsure.Should I measure from the front or the back?What was even more striking was that every woman in the room had stopped talking and was now staring at us.I suddenly felt very nervous. The tips of my ears were burning—maybe even turning pink.Soren noticed my hesitation and asked, "What's the matter, Miss Jones?""Uh… You're… tall!" I blurted out."Should I crouch?""No! I mean, there's no need," I replied hastily.I bit my lip, steeled myself, and decided to measure him from

Soren looked at me with humor dancing in his eyes.I met his gaze timidly. "Well, you're my client, and in our business, the client is king—""I prefer to be a random dude," he quipped.That was so unexpected that I laughed and relaxed."Okay, 'dude,'" I joked."Thank you for your work, Miss Jones," he said.He was incredible—he had a knack for saying just the right things to put me at ease."See you next time." He turned to the driver. "They're in your capable hands now, John. Please make sure they get home safely.""Yes, sir."He smiled at me and opened the door to an Audi A8, to my surprise.A man of his status and power was driving a relatively commonplace luxury car like that? No wonder they said the Kenways were enigmatic and hard to notice.Throughout our journey, Soren's car was always leading the way.While Cherry admired the sights of Beaumont, my mind was focused on the Audi ahead of us. I instinctively reached into my pocket for his handkerchief.The memory of

It was clear that Cameron had been stewing in her rage for a long time, and I had called just when she needed someone to lash out at."I called Edward, not her. She was the one nosy enough to pick it up!" I protested. "If this is some sort of test from God, ma'am, you've been failing Him for an eternity. No wonder your daughter's never gotten any better!""Fuck you, Taylor!" Cameron shrieked, her voice cracking at one point. "You better pray you never fall sick!"I was done with this argument, so I returned to the point. "I didn't even mean to talk to her. Edward left his phone in her room—""He's your brother-in-law now! How could you even think of calling him after he married your sister?! Why couldn't you just send a messenger?"I bet you're just trying to win him back with your disgusting, slutty schemes! Maddie was smart enough to figure that out!" Cameron roared.I was trying to explain things for her benefit, and this was the response I got?! My words twisted into some fab

Villains sure loved to torment each other most of all!"But I'm sure Maddie will manage to turn him back into a simp in record time. That's what scheming bitches are best at—they play men like it's bloody psychological warfare."They can throw all sorts of abuse at men and somehow manipulate them into drinking their bathwater with some of that sweet nothing," Jean, PhD in "How to Identify a Bad Bitch," stated."Whatever. These two belong together forever. May death do them part," I replied sincerely.Jean cast me a suspicious look. "Mm-hmm. You're sure you'll be able to say no to him if he comes back?""Of course! He humiliated and betrayed me! If I say yes to being with him again just because he asked, I'd be rightfully derided and laughed at everywhere!"They'd think I'm so obsessed with being with a guy that I'd eat a piece of trash!""Besides, you said it best. He might not have wanted me back because he realized he loved me. He just realized I provide more functionality and