My American magical life
Chapter 118 - 118 42 Temir Am I a lowlife

118: Chapter 42 Temir: Am I a lowlife?

No, I am your God!

118: Chapter 42 Temir: Am I a lowlife?

No, I am your God!

Early in the morning, Lisa was rudely awakened by her best friend’s shouting.

Despite being a stunner and a rich lady, Temir always seemed to enjoy doing outrageous things.

For example, now, before eight in the morning, she was banging on Lisa’s bedroom door like her life depended on it.

“Honey, it’s all over, wake up, I think I’ve become a bitch.”

See, no decent person would call themselves a bitch.

Lisa actually thought Temir was pretty self-aware, knowing that disturbing someone’s sweet dreams early in the morning was indeed bitchy behavior.

“Bitch, you better give me a reason.” The blonde rubbed her eyes and opened the door, a complaint in her voice.

Temir, holding her phone with a strange tone, said, “You told me Chan was a vagrant, right?”

Lisa didn’t understand why Temir was questioning this obvious fact, and lightly hit her.

“If you only came to bother me with this question, I must consider breaking up with you for the morning.”

The brunette heiress replied somewhat anxiously and angrily.

“He has a company in Hua Country, with lots of employees, how could he possibly be a vagrant.”

The blonde was a bit stunned as she felt Temir’s forehead with her hand.

“You’re not sick, and I know you like his ‘capability,’ but don’t believe everything he says, he’s just an asshole.”

Yes, despite being friends, it didn’t stop Lisa from thinking Cheng Daqi was an asshole.

Handing her phone to Lisa, Temir pointed to the message Cheng Daqi had sent her, saying,

“Just look, his company has a capital of a full one million Hua yuan, that’s nearly two hundred thousand Dollars.”

“What does that have to do with you being a bitch?” Lisa finally woke up from the grogginess of being roused from sleep.

Hearing her best friend’s question, Temir became all fidgety, as though wanting to say something but finding it difficult to speak.

“What on earth did you do?”

Sensing something amiss, the blonde narrowed her pretty eyes suspiciously.

“Look for yourself.”

Taking Temir’s phone, Lisa found the chat history between Temir and Cheng Daqi.

“Mi’er, so…”

As she read on, Lisa felt increasingly shocked; she hadn’t expected Cheng Daqi to have chatted with Temir so extensively.

“That is, you called him a con artist, said he was trash, and also cursed him for not being a real man.

But he’s opened a company, hired employees, I don’t understand Chinese, what he’s discussing with his employees.”

Temir replied in a low, mosquito-like voice, embarrassed.

“He had his employees write a script for me, roughly.”

Lisa of course saw what Cheng Daqi said, including the reason for his apology.

You have to compare things, and compared to Temir’s scolding, Cheng Daqi’s sincerity seemed all the more valuable.

“You really are a bitch, he made a mistake, but which man getting close to you doesn’t have ulterior motives?

He specifically set up a company just to work with you.

Look at the registration time, it’s just yesterday!

(Time difference, America is a day behind Hua Country)

Bitch!”

Temir felt pretty lousy too.

This situation and what she thought about Cheng Daqi were utterly different.

She had woke up in the morning and used a translation app to check the things Cheng Daqi had sent her, and she instantly felt wide awake.

Especially the message from Cheng Daqi, “Thank you for taking me to get treated for my cold, please send me the hospital bill, and I’ll repay you.”

The message was sent at around eleven o’clock last night, by which time she had finished cursing Cheng Daqi, so she hadn’t replied.

Now, looking back, Temir realized she might have been the biggest fool yesterday.

“Honey, I want to go see him and apologize to him in person, can you come with me?”

Tugging on Lisa’s arm, Temir acted coquettishly.

Disgusted, Lisa shook off her best friend’s hand and felt nothing but regret.

“I shouldn’t have introduced him to you.

Look at what you said last night, Temir, you really acted like a…”

Seeing the dark-haired heiress on the verge of tears, Lisa softened.

“Fine, I’ll give him a call first!”

—————–

“Boss, that TV host was actually a translator, for an Iranian tycoon.”

“All the things he said were taught by that Iranian tycoon.”

While having breakfast, Thor recounted to Gru everything that had happened in the library the previous night.

“You’ve been duped, only Demon’s identity was special among the hostages, there was no such Iranian tycoon, that Iranian had immigrated from Europe.”

Gru was sure his information was accurate, so Thor must have been the one deceived.

“Now that you mention it, I understand why all of his suggestions were useless.”

Thor exclaimed dissatisfied.

“Eh, what suggestions?” Gru asked, guzzling down a glass of milk and belching.

Thor meticulously recounted the entire process from Cheng Daqi pretending to be a translator, to taking over the hosting, to Lademun taking the stage.

The more Gru listened, the more attentive he became, and all traces of sleepiness vanished.

“He’s my savior; I should meet him.

Without his help, things yesterday wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.”

“What did he help you with, he was just a hostage, right?” Thor didn’t grasp Gru’s point.

“That variety show sounds funny, but to Dracula Group, it was like a knife, cutting into their flesh every minute.

In the variety show, they even dragged out Zhen Demeng, which provoked Old Dracula’s intense killing intent.

It was his direct order that made those two idiots send their men to charge.”

The more Gru talked, the more excited he became; he had never imagined the person who assisted him would be a vagrant.

Thor began to understand Gru’s point.

“Should I end my vacation and return to the police force, or keep resting?”