William was already prepared for Michael's rejection. "Don't you want to hear my last condition?"
"Forget it." Michael shook his head. "You've spent so much money and effort to get to know me, so your offer will definitely be tailored for me. Rather than being tempted, I might as well reject it right from the start. My apologies, Mr Devonshire."
Michael stood up and greeted Alina, who was walking towards him with a plate of cream pie in her hand. "You look good. What's the good news?" he asked with a smile.
"I, I, I just came over to thank you. Thank, thank you for the coffee and cream pie."
Alina, who had never received a gift since she came to America, was a little nervous in front of the kind Michael. She was so excited that she spoke nervously, but her beautiful little face was full of joy.
She looked at William, who was sitting behind Michael, who kept looking at her. She stuttered, "I, I, I won't disturb you."
"No, no." Michael walked to his usual seat and pulled out a chair. "It's okay. I'm done talking with my friend. Have a seat. Let's talk."
"Mm, I really didn't disturb you." Alina looked at Michael with uncertainty.
"Sit." Michael pulled out the chair opposite him and waved. "Come, chat with this old man. You can treat me as an old man who wants to talk to young people."
"Okay." Alina sat down unnaturally and said nervously, "Thank you. I really didn't disturb you?"
"Of course." Michael returned.
"Okay." Alina sat down and looked at the table that Michael had arranged neatly. She quickly put her phone, plate, and bag neatly.
Looking at Alina, who was a little flustered, Michael smiled. "It's okay. This is a restaurant, not a school or an office. I'm not your teacher or superior. You don't have to be so careful."
Alina smiled. After a while, she took out a CD from her bag and said, "Thank you for your encouragement yesterday. This is a private record that I recorded in a small studio this afternoon."
Putting the CD carefully on the table, Alina said expectantly, "If you don't mind, I hope you'll be my first listener. Can you give me some suggestions after listening to it?"
"Of course, it's my pleasure." Michael picked up the CD and looked at Alina with gratification as he chuckled.
"Oh, singer Alina, I'm very happy that you thought of me first. Believe me, Alina, I'll be a good listener. At the same time, congratulations on taking the first step of your dream. Anyone can achieve their dreams if they have the courage."
Michael extended his fist and placed it between the two of them. Alina bumped fists with Michael awkwardly and said happily, "Thank you."
"Wow," Michael smiled and shook his head. He shook his hand lightly and pretended to be in pain. "Are all the young people nowadays so strong?"
As the two chatted, Alina's phone rang several times, but she hung up. Alina looked at Michael's concerned eyes and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, you might know my profession."
Michael nodded in silence. Of course, he knew. It could be seen from Alina's clothes.
Seeing Michael's concerned eyes, Alina smiled indifferently. "It's okay, I'll take today as a holiday. I haven't talked to anyone other than my sisters in a long time."
After a moment of silence, Michael looked at Alina's fearful eyes and said, "Actually, you can be your own person."
Alina chuckled and shook her head. "You don't understand, Mr. Michael. It might be possible in your world, but I can't. My life has been controlled by someone else."
"Then change it. Try to change your own destiny," McCall encouraged.
"Pfft," William, who was sitting at the other table, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
Seeing Michael looking at him with anger, William covered his mouth and apologized. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I think you're using these words of encouragement on the wrong person.
You're encouraging a weak little girl to fight against a force that she can't handle.
Mr. Michael, not everyone has the ability to fight against oppression like you. If you want to save her, send her away, or … "
William subtly made a singing gesture behind Alina's back. He looked at his watch. He was no longer interested in watching a naive black uncle save a girl who had lost her footing with a polar bear.
How did Michael survive until now? How could he encourage a money tree in the hands of the Polar Bear Mafia to rebel against the Polar Bear Mafia who had never been soft-hearted?
In William's eyes, this was no different from asking for death.
It seemed that Michael was really only suitable to be a hired thug. He was still so naive after half of his life.
William had plenty of hired thugs. In William's eyes, Barney, Christmas, and John Wick were no worse than Michael, and they weren't that kind.
Carlos of the Cross, on the other hand, was much better than Michael.
Thinking of the saints that he had met before, William was glad that he came to observe Michael personally.
Otherwise, if he had a saint by his side, who knew what they would do to him in the future.
However, seeing that Alina looked exactly the same as the Super Kill Girl in his memory, William stood up and walked to Michael's table. He then said to Alina out of kindness.
"The Polar Bear Gang are not good people. In their eyes, other than vodka, money, money, and money, everything else is a commodity. If you don't want to live your current life, then go far away. Go to a place where the Polar Bear Gang doesn't exist, marry an honest man, and live in anonymity.
Otherwise, work hard to climb up. Good luck, naive little girl. "
Ignoring the surprised Michael, William walked back to his table, picked up his helmet, threw a 100 dollar bill on the table, and walked out of the restaurant.
"Who is this guy?" Alina looked at the 100 dollar bill on the table and heard the roar of a motorcycle outside the restaurant. She turned around and saw William, who was wearing a helmet, stepping on the gas pedal a few times and releasing the clutch. The Ducati R6 shot out like an arrow.
Jacob, the shop owner, walked to the table and looked at the 100 dollar bill regretfully. He thought he could get another Continental Hotel gold coin today.
Hearing Alina's words, Jacob said with regret, "A super boy that none of us can mess with. Alina, you should listen to me. If you can hook up with him, you won't have to worry about living for the rest of your life. Sigh."
Jacob picked up the 100 dollar bill and the coffee cup, wiped the table with a rag, and looked at Alina, who was confused and chatting with Michael, with sympathy. He shook his head and walked back to the counter.
Thinking about how he had been secretly making faces with Alina, Jacob complained in his mind, "What an ignorant and fearless little girl. What a waste of those faces."
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