Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 256 - 261 Employment Contract

"Matthew, it’s taken care of," said a lawyer-looking Matthew, approaching his side.

Wang Jian glanced at Matthew and then at the pleasing-looking police not far away, nodding slightly.

He had Matthew come over partly out of habit and partly because there was more work for him to do later.

However, this behavior of immediately seeking a lawyer as soon as something happened further confirmed Wang Jian’s identity in the eyes of the women from the slums.

"Such an expensive lawyer, at his service anytime," Bonnie whispered to her daughter Chris, "It seems your childhood friend is really something."

Among the women present, the wealthiest, Jill, also joined in, "I was wondering why he seemed so familiar. Turns out he’s the author of ’Harem Boleyn Family’ and ’Female Pope’!"

"During the early stages of my addiction recovery, I wouldn’t have made it without those two books."

Chris looked at everything unfolding before her, listening to the conversations around her, and felt a strong sense of absurdity.

The Wang Jian from her childhood who liked to steal and didn’t even finish middle school had become a best-selling author and billionaire?

It seemed more believable to say he had taken over the Bronx District, didn’t it?

But Sophie by her side presented more concrete evidence.

Okay, those two electric toys meant to relieve "physical fatigue" don’t count; it’s mainly the newspaper in her hands.

"Caroline, Max," Sophie pointed at the photo in the newspaper, "Look, that’s him."

Max glanced at the newspaper and then at Wang Jian, who was nodding nearby.

"So he’s a best-selling author, an artist?" Max murmured thoughtfully, "Seems even more famous than my artist ex-boyfriend."

Unlike her focus, Caroline was more interested in the billionaire status.

She looked at the respectful lawyer and the bodyguards gathered around Wang Jian.

"Back in the day, when my father and aunt traveled together, it wasn’t this exaggerated, right?"

"How old is this guy, not even 20 yet?"

While the women harbored their thoughts, Matthew, who had finished communicating with Wang Jian, came over.

He glanced at Caroline, Max, and Chris, "Ladies, my employer would like to sign a contract with you."

"Don’t worry, it’s definitely a stroke of luck for you."

Afterward, without waiting for a response, Matthew turned to the Asian restaurant owner, "Sir, may I use your office?"

"Uh," the short and fat man looked at the money handed to him and nodded immediately, "Of course, my office has the best seats in the Brooklyn area, I’m sure..."

But Matthew didn’t wait for him to finish and walked straight into the office.

Max and Caroline exchanged glances, looked at Wang Jian and the newspaper, then walked into the office with puzzled faces.

Meanwhile, Chris was still lost in childhood memories and hadn’t snapped back to reality.

It wasn’t until her mother, Bonnie, nudged her gently that she followed blankly into the office.

"Have you, ladies, ever encountered people who looked down on you in life?" Matthew spoke while diligently drafting the document.

"Mr. Wang wishes to hire you as temporary girlfriends, to be presented in front of these people."

"Of course, there will be no forcing of relationships," he added.

Alright, this was the temporary solution Wang Jian came up with after being recognized.

After all, it’s kind of thrilling for a wife to be astonished by her husband being the "Dragon King."

And for an unappreciated wife to visit her mother-in-law with her husband who happens to be the "Dragon King," that’s got to be a thrill too...

As a best-selling author, Wang Jian spent his days writing and counting money, thinking about business; it was tiring enough.

He really didn’t have the energy to find a few suitable women and start this game all over again. freēwēbnovel.com

"Temporary girlfriends?" Caroline and Max looked at each other, completely confused.

They thought for sure that a billionaire who had come to this rundown restaurant to eat twice and had so many conversations with them had his sights set on their bodies.

Well, in a sense, Chris thought so too.

Of course, the people outside the restaurant had the same idea.

"Think about Max’s chest and Caroline’s legs; that young man must be head over heels for them," Sophie said sarcastically to Mary, who she had just sparred with.

"But my daughter is clearly prettier," retorted Bonnie, unwilling to be outdone.

"If I were that rich," the chef looked at Sophie and murmured, "I’d definitely choose the side with more people."

Jill looked at Wang Jian and pondered for a moment, then straightened her chest.

"Who says Chris is alone? Isn’t there me?"

With that, she walked toward Wang Jian in her high heels.

Well, the women of the slums sure have a fierce style...

Wang Jian watched everything unfold and cursed internally, "Thanks to Hemingway and Field, you’ve convinced the United States public that all writers are lechers!"

In fact, if the situation were right, Wang Jian wouldn’t mind getting involved with a beautiful woman.

Jill was decent looking, but she had a history of mental breakdowns.

Wang Jian definitely didn’t want to engage in anything beyond friendship with such a ticking time bomb!

He quickened his pace and went straight into the office.

There, he saw the two hostesses excitedly discussing something, documents in hand.

And Chris?

She stared at the documents with a hint of sadness on her face.

After considering for a moment, he walked over and put his arm around Chris’s shoulders.

"She doesn’t need to sign this," Wang Jian said to Matthew.

In fact, ever since Chris said, "Give it to me," she had taken on a different status in Wang Jian’s heart from the other two waitresses.

Wang Jian gave Chris a tug and found she offered no resistance.

So, he took her out of the restaurant and directly into his car.

After, under the escort of Black Water bodyguards and enduring a long car ride, the two of them finally arrived at the Upper West Side.

Chris looked at the beautiful community and lavish decorations with a dazed expression.

"Is this his life now?"

"Chris," Wang Jian led the girl into the bedroom, "I can’t marry you, and besides I have..."

Chris tugged at Wang Jian and said, "I don’t mind."

Actually, ever since she learned that Wang Jian was a famous writer, she had been mentally prepared.

After all, a so-called talented man is nothing but a scoundrel with a good public face.

But whether from a practical standpoint or an emotional one, this was a good choice.

Chris felt Wang Jian’s movements and suddenly held his hand.

"Wang, I don’t really have much experience," she said, somewhat embarrassed.

"You mean you’re..." Wang Jian looked down at the girl beneath him.

Well, just by her appearance, she did look a bit like...

"No," Chris shook her head shyly, "because of my drinking, I could only make sure to take safety measures with my ex-boyfriend..."

"Then... I would fall asleep."

This...

Wang Jian looked at her with a face full of marvel.

"Don’t worry." Chris wrinkled her nose, "I’m sober now."

"And," she kicked off her heels, "the clothes I’m wearing are all Jill’s, you can’t touch them."

"The only thing that’s mine..." Chris pointed at her legs.

Wang Jian considered for a moment, thinking it would be too materialistic to offer to buy her something now.

So, he complied with her wishes and began to tear at the part of the stockings that had laddered.

"Ah..." A cry of surprise soon came from the room.

Moments later, Chris said in fits and starts, "So this is what it feels like..."

...

Meanwhile, in a rundown apartment in Brooklyn.

Max was still finding today’s events somewhat unbelievable.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Her mind wouldn’t stop pondering whether or not she should agree.

"Caroline, are you asleep?" Max asked.

"Not yet," came a clear female voice from across the wall.

"Would you agree?" Max shifted from lying down to propping herself up.

"Of course," Caroline answered without hesitation, "I’m going to reclaim Manhattan and show those people who looked down on me that I’m back."

"What about you?" the other asked.

Max thought of her ex-boyfriend who had dumped her and replied softly, "I guess... I’ll probably agree too."

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