“Freeloader King, I advise you to admit defeat. Want to challenge Mr. Lytton? Maybe in your next life!”
“Pfft, look at that confident face of the freeloader. Does he think Marico Kingsley concert tickets are like discarded water bottles, easy to pick up? Truly, that old saying applies here, ‘A poor person must have some detestable qualities!'”
“No doubt about it. This freeloader’s wife will eventually go to the Marico Kingsley concert with Mr. Lytton!”
Amid the crowd’s mocking, Leo retrieved his phone, opened his contacts, and found Marico Kingsley’s phone number, then hit the call button.
“Playing pretentious, who do you think this dead freeloader is calling?”
“Could he be calling Marico Kingsley?”
“If this freeloading waste actually knows Marico Kingsley, I’ll live-stream myself eating feces!”
After a while, the phone call was answered.
“Dr. Bloomer, hello,” Marico Kingsley’s voice came through the phone.
Leo said, “Marico Kingsley, do you have some time right now? I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
“I’m free right now. What do you need? Just tell me.”
“Could you do me a favor and come over to the Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon Club?”
“No problem, I’ll be there shortly,” Marico Kingsley replied without any airs.
During Leo’s phone call with Marico Kingsley, he had it on speaker. When he hung up, everyone stared at Leo, as if they had just seen an extraterrestrial.
Karen, who had snapped back to attention, suddenly exclaimed, “That was Marico Kingsley’s voice! Leo, you actually know Marico Kingsley?”
Paula couldn’t resist tugging at Solomon, her voice filled with doubt. “This freeloading son-in-law really called Marico Kingsley?”
Solomon, recognizing the voice on the phone as identical to Marico Kingsley’s, replied with some disbelief, “It’s hard to say, but I have a feeling this guy, who everyone calls a waste son-in-law, isn’t as simple as he seems.”
“What if he really did call Marico Kingsley? Brook is in for a rough time,” Paula mumbled under her breath, casting a rather peculiar glance at Leo.
Brook, after a brief moment of being dumbfounded, simply couldn’t believe that Leo had actually called Marico Kingsley. He sneered, “You useless freeloader, did you work as an extra in a film studio? Your acting skills are quite impressive. Come clean, who did you call? How did he mimic Marico Kingsley’s voice?”
“Brook, patience. Don’t forget about our bet. Once Marico Kingsley arrives, you’ll perform a catcall for all of us,” Leo replied calmly, casting a dispassionate glance at Brook.
For some reason, Brook’s heart felt a bit uneasy, but he continued to put on a brave front. “You’re overdoing this, freeloader.”
Twenty minutes later, just when everyone assumed Leo was bluffing, three figures suddenly entered the luxurious private room.
When the crowd got a clear view of the newcomers, a scream erupted: “Marico Kingsley!”
“It’s Marico Kingsley! My goodness, I never expected him to personally attend the fan meetup! I can’t handle this; I’m about to faint!”
After the brief shock, almost everyone rushed towards Marico Kingsley. If not for the security guards holding them back, they might have flattened Marico Kingsley in their frenzy.
Many fans pulled out little notebooks they carried with them and extended them to Marico Kingsley, asking for autographs.
Marico Kingsley hadn’t come here to meet fans, and under the protection of his bodyguards, he headed in Leo’s direction.
“Dr. Bloomer, I’m here,” Marico Kingsley said, smiling at Leo.
With this short sentence, the entire room fell silent, captivated by the unexpected turn of events. In that moment, all eyes were fixed on Marico Kingsley and Leo.
Everyone had come to the same realization – Marico Kingsley was summoned by Leo, and the phone call earlier was indeed meant for Marico Kingsley.
“My goodness, what is happening? My idol actually greeted this useless son-in-law!”
“Marico Kingsley even called this waste son-in-law ‘Dr. Bloomer.’ Could he have mistaken him for someone else?”
“Today’s events are too unbelievable. I must be dreaming!”
Except for Sophia, everyone was utterly astounded by the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
Leo extended his hand, and Marico Kingsley shook it, saying, “Thanks for making the time to come here.”
Marico Kingsley, showing no signs of arrogance, replied, “What can I help you with?”
“Well, my wife and I want to attend your concert, but we couldn’t get tickets…”
Before Leo could finish his sentence, Marico Kingsley pulled out two VIP tickets and handed them to Leo, saying, “These are two VIP tickets. Originally, they were meant for a friend and his girlfriend, but they can’t make it. I’m giving them to you.”
Leo accepted the tickets and said, “Thank you.”
Escorted by his bodyguards, Marico Kingsley left the private room, and his fans rushed after him.
Soon, the room was left with only Leo, Sophia, and Brook.
Brook had intended to slip away unnoticed, but Leo stopped him.
When the others returned, Leo took a microphone and handed it to Brook, announcing, “Well, it’s time for your performance. Take the microphone, kneel on the ground, and meow like a cat.”
Brook stared intensely at Leo but didn’t move.
Leo didn’t hesitate and delivered a swift kick, sending Brook flying and crashing into a table at the back, spilling drinks and bottles everywhere.
Holding the microphone, Leo approached the fallen Brook.
“So, do you want to fulfill the bet?” Leo loomed over Brook.
“Leo Bloomer, don’t take this too far. You should leave now, and I won’t hold you accountable,” Brook threatened, his eyes narrowing.
Despite being kicked by Leo, Brook hadn’t fully grasped Leo’s strength, giving him a defiant look and speaking with hidden resentment.
Leo wasted no time. He grabbed a broken bottle from the nearby table and swiftly stabbed at Brook’s left hand.
“Ahhh…!” Brook let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene; they couldn’t fathom how a so-called waste son-in-law dared to treat Brook in such a brutal manner.
He was ruthless, incredibly ruthless!
“I’ll ask you again: will you fulfill the bet?” Leo inquired, brandishing another broken bottle in his hand.
The pain and blood from his left hand drove home a simple lesson for Brook – wise men yield when they see there’s no gain.
After a brief hesitation, Brook reluctantly took the microphone with his trembling right hand and, under the watchful gaze of the audience, knelt down. He then held the microphone and meowed softly, “Meow.”
“Too quiet, meow louder!” Leo demanded, waving the broken bottle he held.
Brook had no choice but to raise his voice and repeat, “Meow.”
From the moment Brook knelt down and began meowing like a cat, nobody dared to show Leo any disrespect, nor did anyone taunt him.