Orville was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea in Modu, while it was already past midnight for King Hughes.
Orville completely disregarded King Hughes's anger.
*You curse me now, but you'll be begging for mercy soon.*
Indeed!
Upon hearing that there was something important, King Hughes quickly calmed himself and asked, "Is it about the Master?"
"Be polite to me from now on. I am the Master's chief servant, and I recognized the Master first," Orville warned King Hughes.
In terms of cultivation, Orville was no match for King Hughes, but Orville had been staying in Modu recently and had learned some methods of boasting from the Old King. His air of leveraging connections was eerily similar to the Old King.
*There's no other way. Orville also wanted someone to show off to, but being in Modu, his status was the lowest.*
*He could only find King Hughes, who was far away in the United States, to boast to.*
"Let's get to the point," King Hughes said patiently.
If he hadn't been worried that it was about Xia Feng, he would have flown to Modu immediately to break Orville's legs.
*Let him boast, let him fly.*
"Apologize first. Your attitude just now scared me," Orville said evasively.
King Hughes: (T_T)
"Fine, I apologize for my previous behavior. I shouldn't have spoken to you in that tone," King Hughes said through gritted teeth.
Orville smiled triumphantly and said, "Alright, I won't beat around the bush. I have something to assign you."
Upon hearing this, King Hughes sat up straight, his expression one of attentive listening.
Fenlin Entertainment was preparing to film a major movie and had invited the renowned American sci-fi film director, Jon.
When someone in their family was serving as a "rice bucket," this fellow seemed to have already existed.
This was simply a walking god, deserving of worship.
Kennedy-Rock did not hesitate. He immediately jumped out of bed and bowed ninety degrees to King Hughes, respectfully exclaiming, "Lord Hughes, what are your commands?"
"Someone in your family has displeased my Master, and I am here to resolve the trouble," King Hughes said slowly.
"King Hughes's Master?"
"Heavens!"
"A god-like man actually has a Master?"
Kennedy-Rock was terrified. What's more, it was someone from his own family who had offended his Master.
This time, he would either die or be stripped of his skin.
"Lord Hughes, I am deeply sorry. If there is anything I can do to serve you, please command me," Kennedy said, bowing the entire time, his head lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly, not daring to look at King Hughes.
"Jon Favreau is a member of your family. Hua Xia's Fenlin Entertainment Company invited him to direct a film, but he refused, which has made my Master very angry, and me even angrier."
King Hughes's tone did not reveal any anger, but to Kennedy-Rock, it sounded like a disaster of apocalyptic proportions.
Kennedy-Rock subserviently said in a trembling voice:
"Lord Hughes, first of all, I am very sorry. I will immediately order someone to throw Jon Favreau into the Pacific Ocean to quell your wrath."
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(Ps: I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their blessings. There are too many messages, and I can't reply to each one. Thank you so much, I love you all! Mwah! (*^3^*) )