NovelEndChapter 232 Chapter 232 Noelle, am I your freaking assistant now? How many times have you askedfor autographs ? And now you want a hundred ! And you wantto deliver them! Youve got snerve Stanley was practically furning as he paced the reception room, yelli yelling into his phone.
Ever since his band.
The Legend, skyrocketed to fame, his schedule had been insane nonstop performances, commercials, variety shows.
He barely slept four hours a night.
Stanley had assumed that with all this hustle, hed be swimming in cash.
But payday came, and when he checked his bank statement, his jaw dropped.
Three million dollars.
That hat was it.
Three.
Freaking.
Million Just the album sales alone had raked in over 150 million, not to mention the brand deals, live gigs, and global tours.
By conservative estimates, the company had made hundreds of millions off them Stanley figured, okay, maybe not 100 million in his pocket, but at least 30 million, right? Nope.
A meager 3 million was all hea got He was livid.
So he stormed into Nicolass company HQ, ready to raise hell and demand answers, But before he could even locate Nicolas, his phone rang.
It was Noelle casually asking him to sign a hundred photos and personally deliver them.
She genuinely didnt get it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn her eyes, she and Nicolas were the kindest people ever.
Stanley wasnt done venting You leeches ! Never met a stingter couple. Im expensive, okay? EXPENSIVE . You think my tis cheap? Before he could finish his rant, the door to the reception room swung open.
In walked a tall man in a tailored suit, exuding refinement and dominance.
Stanley instantly shut up.
It was Nicolas, No matter how much stronger Stanley might be physically as a transformer, he could easily knock Nicolas into next week there was just something about the man that made him shrink.
Like a mouse spotting a cat.
Nicolass signature cool smile was firmly in place as he looked at Stanley.
Heard you shouting all the way down the hall .
Seems youve got some.
strong feelings.
Who were you yelling at ! .
Stanley didnt answer.
He didnt dare.
On the phone.
Noelle noticed the sudden silence.
Stanley ! Whyd you go quiet! Wait, was that Nicolas ? Are you at his place! Hello! Why arent you talking ?! Nicolas raised a brow and walked over, eyeing the phone in Stanleys hand.
Calmly, he leaned in and said with a smile, Noelle, Stanleys here with me.
What do you need from him? Noelle wurled, putting on a pitiful tone.
I asked him an for ssigned photos, and he just started yelling atand you ! He said were a ruthless couple is that so? Nicolass smile didnt falter, but his gaze turned razor sharp as it flicked back to Stanley.
Darin snitch, he cursed silently.
Cant win an argument so she tattles instead, Shameless Nicolas kept his tone even as he asked, Sweetheart, how many autographs do you ne need? One hundred.
Alright, Nicolas replied smoothly.
y.
Til have Stanley sign a thousand and send them over.
1/2 Chapter 232 A thousand ? Noelle gasped.
Thats Stanleys eyes went round as saucers.
A thousand ?! is this man inanet! Nicolay didnt miss a beat.
He glanced at Stanley again cool, composed, deadly.
Stanleys sudden surge of defiance vanished into thin air.
Why the hell am I so scared of this guy? Nicolas turned back to the phone. Its no big deal.
The Legend is hugely popular right now plenty of people want signed merch.
With a thousand, you can hand them out to classmates, make friends.
Its efficient.
Noelle giggled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat makes sense! Okay then lets do a thousand.
Stanley wanted to scream. HELLO! Im the one doing the damn signing here! Why are you agreeing on my behalf? r Nicolas chuckled. Alright, Ill chat with Stanley here and have him bring them to you soon.
Okay! Noelle chirped.
Tell him to be careful though.
Harley said getting spotted could cause a 1 cause a commotion.
Til remind him Nicolas said.
Bye now! Bye, sweetheart.
The call ended Nicolas slowly turned to Stanley, Stanley took a deep m breath and braced himself, muttering En. internally, Dont let him intimidate you . Dont let him win.
With forced confidence, he said, Mr.
Sawyer, youre really treatinglike your personal assistant now Am thousand autograph's ! Seriously? Nieolas strolled over to the couch and sat down with aristocratic grace. Is there a problem? Of course theres a problem? Stanley snapped.
Easy for you to say its not you doing the signing! Nicolas smiled faintly.
A thousand autographs is nothing.
At your next fan meet, youll probably be signing ten thousand.
mla printer to you ?! Nicolas raised a brow.
Dont sell yourself short Stanley blinked.
Wait, is he actually being nice- Until Nicolas added casually.
A printer doesnt complain as much as you do 2/2
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