C6 Goodbye Melinde

Cello Everett's eyebrows arched in recognition of Melinde.

"That's the girl from the streetcar!"

He had found it odd before.

What ordinary girl could play the piano like that?

Turns out she was a wealthy miss slumming it with the common folk.

But...

Cello didn't dwell on it.

Whoever Melinde was, without power, she was just another mortal.

"Miss Melinde."

Lay, startled, quickly bowed his head.

His own wealth paled in comparison to the Melinde family's fortune.

Insignificant!

Melinde nodded nonchalantly.

After getting the gist of the situation, she directed the elegant consultant.

"Offer Mr. Lay a VIP card at a 98 percent discount as compensation."

Receiving the VIP card, Lay was visibly moved.

Not just anyone could obtain a Melinde VIP card.

Even at a mere 98 percent discount, it was a status symbol!

"Miss Melinde, your generosity is overwhelming."

Lay bowed deeply, his smile a mix of humility and sycophancy.

Then, shifting gears, he said,

"Truthfully, I have no quarrel with Melinde. This young man here is the instigator."

Lay turned abruptly, fixing Cello with a venomous stare.

He wouldn't dare cross Melinde.

But Cello Everett? That was another matter.

Lay sneered, pulling out his phone.

"Hey, Old Tian, bring ten guys over to Melinde Properties."

"And make sure they're equipped!"

After the call, Lay's smile twisted malevolently.

"Kid, if you can't cough up three billion, prepare to spend your future in a hospital bed!"

Cello Everett chuckled, brushing off Lay's threat.

Why would he concern himself with the bluster of insects?

"It's you?"

Melinde gasped.

Seeing Cello, she instantly flashed back to the morning's events on the streetcar.

"What, Miss Melinde, you're acquainted with this guy?"

Lay's voice betrayed his anxiety.

If Cello was someone Melinde knew,

that was a line he couldn't afford to cross.

"I don't know him."

Melinde's words came out through clenched teeth.

Cello had saved her that morning, yes.

But for her, Melinde, to be publicly rejected on her first invitation to a man?

The humiliation was unbearable!

Now, the memory alone was enough to make her blood surge.

It was all Cello Everett's doing, that much was clear.

But then...

"You've actually fallen into my hands this time," Melinde said, a sly arc forming at the corner of her mouth.

She was determined to make this detestable man pay and experience the bitter taste of humiliation!

Cello Everett remained unfazed by Melinde's denial.

He had no intention of befriending her; his rescue was merely for the system's reward—a gift box.

Meanwhile, Lay couldn't contain his smugness, eyeing Cello Everett with a sinister chuckle.

"Kid, if you can't cough up the cash, then kneel and call me grandpa!"

"Who knows, if I'm feeling generous, I might just spare you!"

Upon hearing this, Saitama gulped nervously, his face a picture of panic.

"Master, where are we going to find that kind of money?"

"Maybe I can hold them off while you make a run for it!"

Cello Everett felt a surge of affection hearing Saitama's words.

Lay was nothing but an insignificant pest, no real threat to him.

But Saitama truly regarded him as a master.

He gave Saitama's shoulder a reassuring pat.

Cello Everett chuckled lightly.

"From now on, as long as I'm around, you've got nothing to fear."

Three billion!

For Saitama, it was an unimaginable fortune.

But for Cello Everett...

It was merely a string of digits.

After all, his system space was brimming with gold valued at tens of billions.

What was amusing, though...

Melinde stood by, adopting a posture that screamed, 'Beg me!'

'Just plead, and I'll come to your aid.'

But she had miscalculated...

Cello Everett wasn't the least bit concerned with Lay's threats.

Once again, she was ignored, and Melinde's eyes bulged with fury.

"Fine, let's see how you're going to produce those three billion."

Cello Everett paid no mind to the seething Melinde.

He approached the beautiful consultant directly.

"Are there any other residents near this estate?"

he inquired.

The consultant blinked in surprise, then quickly nodded, replying,

"Miss Melinde has the neighboring manor."

The villa Cello Everett had his eye on was a masterpiece of design, a twin to the one Melinde resided in.

Cello Everett nodded, pleased.

His reason for purchasing the villa was simple: tranquility and a discreet place to keep his secrets.

This estate truly matched his specifications.

"Quite the convincing act."

With his arms crossed, Lay let out a mocking chuckle. "I seriously doubt you can cough up three billion!"

Old Tian and his muscle were already on the scene.

If Cello Everett couldn't produce the three billion, he was about to learn a hard lesson about who to cross and who not to.

"Go on, buy it!"

Lay's mouth twisted into a sneer, his laughter booming with arrogance. "If you're so flush with cash, then go ahead and seal the deal!"

Cello Everett smiled and gave a nod to the young, attractive consultant.

"Excellent, I'll take the estate!"