Peter Sin, You Heard That?

On their way back to the grand hall, Michael hooked his arm around Bryan's like he did earlier. He whispered in his female disguise voice, "I swear that was Selina earlier."

Alfred frowned at the thought of Selina being in the same party yet they didn't bump into her. He then replied, "But she wouldn't have gotten an invitation from the host of the party. Besides, you didn't see her face."

Michael nodded, "That's true. But that guy's back view looked like the picture we reviewed for thousands of times. Ugh."

Bryan didn't say anything, but he was sinking deep in his thoughts. 'Could it really be Selina? But why didn't she come to us if she was there? Did she not see us? Was it really her that Michael saw? If so, why did she follow a stranger out?'

After blending back with the crowds, the trio went to grab some food to fill their stomachs. Normally, they wouldn't bother with foods or attending these parties. With their low-profile behavior, rarely anyone would know their identity. Even though the host sent out the invitation cards, he also never directly met Bryan before.

In the middle of putting food on their plates, an annoying bee buzzed into their ears. Turning around, they met the disgusting face they've been hunting down for. "Shirley Han." Bryan's fist cracked the side of his plate as he saw the fancy jewels on her outfit.

"Bryan Gu, I didn't expect you to sneak in here to grab dinner. I wonder who let a dog like you in. This is a place for wealthy socialites like me and everyone else who are present. But you? Hah. Maybe you can take a good look at this place and apply to be the janitor here." She crossed her arms and let out a scoffed laugh.

Her voice was so squeaky like a rooster's morning call. Her neck looked thin and easy to crush that Michael almost rushed up to break her neck. 'So, this is the bitch who bullied our Selina! What a pleasure to meet you here and now. How great is your luck?' He swore he would make her pay the moment she lands in his wrath once he finds the right moment for revenge.

Raising his left brow in amusement, Bryan turned to his beautiful companion. "My dear, remember earlier when you said you liked the diamond set at the jewelry place?"

Michael smiled and nodded, "Of course. You even said to me that the diamonds weren't up to par to a tenth of my beauty. Therefore, you've ordered a bigger carat set for me that requires extra delicate work on the designs."

Brushing a strand of Michael's wig behind his ears, Bryan stole a quick glance at Shirley's mocking expression. He continued, "You see, diamonds are very flashy. Only those who could handle the diamonds well could be their owner. If not, the diamonds would end up looking more like the owner. In this case, the diamonds would be considered a waste."

His thumb pointed towards Shirley's direction; darkening her expression with wrinkles appearing on her forehead. Michael replied, "Oh? Is it because of her ugly personality or for her thick-skinned face? That chick can't handle even one diamond, sadly."

Chuckling, Bryan narrowed his eyes and pierced through Shirley's insecurities. "It's because only a real lady could make diamonds glow on its own. Those who are buying it to flaunt are worthless and useless. Status is not shown through one's attire, but inner confidence. The more humble and noble one is, the easier they are in gaining spotlight."

Alfred snickered, "Ay, jewelries are mean to be worn by humans. But the poor diamonds are now around a pig's neck. Such a pity. No matter how bling bling these gems are, it'll be a waste on a tasteless woman like her."

"Y..you hooligans! Do you have any idea whom you're speaking with? How dare you call me a pig?! How dare you call me a waste for resources?! You just can't afford it! You're all jealous animals!" She pointed at the trio with her chest heaving up and down.

Michael crossed his arms and eyed her from head to toe. "Miss. Have we mentioned your name? Out of all these women around us, only you answered. So, you're admitting to being a pig and waste of resources? Wow, interesting! Oh, right. Who are you again?"

Bryan held Michael's hand and rubbed it gently. "Dear, of course you don't know who she is. She's not famous enough in our circle. Her name is Shirley Han from the prestigious Han family. Supposedly, rumors had words spreading saying how well-mannered she was and beautiful. Tonight, she indeed gave these two terms a new definition."

Alfred nodded, "Ah! Even if she is from the Han family, none of their businesses are related to her. She's just their daughter by title. They recently lost a huge investment to another company. Pfft, she's probably here to look for someone to help her family out with finances."

Hearing the news of her family business suffering a huge loss, she chewed her lips frustratedly. "Who told you this? You're all bullying me! Let me tell you who I am! My real identity will scare the piss out of your pants!"

Her eyes wandered around as if she was searching through the crowd for any eavesdroppers. Once she was sure nobody was paying attention to her, she lowered her voice with arms crossed to her chest. "I am the ruler of the underworld's fiancée. My fiancé loves being low key, but I am not someone anyone could touch nor bully. So, watch out and scram out like a tuna roll right now!"

Staring at her as if they've been the biggest clown in the universe, the trio started laughing at her. She didn't understand what was so funny with her words. She clearly mentioned the worst person they could ever offend, yet they were busy laughing? Did her words fry their brain cells on the grill or something? Did they go nuts?

Many thoughts crossed her mind until Alfred took a break from his laughs. "Peter Sin, I never knew your secretary and friend would be this great that she is actually the ruler of the underworld's fiancée. Perhaps your family's failing business could depend on her for survival. What do you think? Since she is that man's fiancée like she just claimed herself to be."