If I fall, I will lie down the same spot.
I decided to arrange another date for Sherlowill.
"The other party is a third-tier actress. As for her looks and temperament, I don't need to say much, right?"
It's commonly known that stars are far beyond ordinary people, and I guessed this actress had an outstanding appearance and figure.
As for Sherlowill...
I looked him up and down and concluded:
"I think your problem with the last date wasn't your looks, but your aura."
They say details make or break success.
A luxury car key subtly peeking from his waist—those small details that change one's vibe.
I generously, ahem, I mean, I helped Sherlowill out.
I prepared an outfit for him that could charm men, women, the young, and the old, timelessly.
"Once a man turns twenty, he shouldn't dress like a kid anymore."
Throw on a big gold chain, a big gold watch, and some moccasins.
The "spunky guy" vibe was instantly elevated.
But with his handsome face, Sherlowill still managed to pull it off.
I gave him a thumbs up, praising him profusely.
"Mr. Freckles, you're so handsome, aren't you going to charm that lady?"
However, Sherlowill tried to resist.
"What is this sense of fashion you have?"
"Just dress like this, and if you don't win her over, consider it my loss."
Lose? Fine, it's not me who has to face those strange looks.
But I clearly underestimated the devious mind of the capitalist.
"If you lose, how about I deduct a month's salary?"
It's all fun and games, but never joke about salary deductions.
"A boss who constantly threatens to deduct wages is a true nightmare for employees like me!"
"I suddenly feel like I don't need these moccasins after all."
"But Sherlowill, those gold chains and watches—don't even think about taking them off!"
I justified my actions: "I'm doing this for your own good."
I'll suffer if I have to, but Sherlowill won't have an easy time either.
That's been my philosophy as a considerate secretary all along.
Sherlowill looked at himself in the mirror, his expression twitching at the sight of his nouveau riche outfit.
"Though your intentions are good, the problem is that you shouldn't have started at all."
My heart ached. An innocent subject, repeatedly suspected and distrusted by the king, now became reality.
"Mr. Freckles! I swear, I've been loyal to you!"
I made a solemn gesture with my left hand.
I wanted to present my non-existent conscience to Sherlowill.
But Sherlowill gave me a casual glance.
"If I get caught in the rain, I'm sure you'll tear up my umbrella."
That's it. My villainous image had deeply taken root in Sherlowill's heart.
How can I regain the trust of my lord? I'm online, desperate for a solution.
---
Seeing is believing, and this time, the actress didn't mess up, at least not on the outside.
Like a matchmaker, I worked hard to set them up.
"This is Mr. Sherlowill, CEO of MU, and this is Miss Frostie, the actress."
"I heard Miss Frostie's age is disputed. They say she was born in 1992, is that true?"
"Who starts by asking someone their age?"
I subtly kicked Sherlowill under the table.
Through gritted teeth, I whispered: "Mr. Freckles, you're being a bit rude."
"I personally believe a date should be more sincere."
Hmm... actually, that's not too bad.
The actress awkwardly cleared her throat.
"I believe age isn't an issue when two people are together."
"Two people, are you sure? Shouldn't it be three?"
Three people? What's that supposed to mean?
Was Sherlowill implying something? Should I leave?
This was such a passive-aggressive remark.
I angrily stood up, only for Sherlowill to push me back down.
"I wasn't talking about you."
The actress, looking a little guilty, hurriedly escaped.
Well, now it was just the two of them.
"You see, you've already chased one away."
My anger was about to set the entire restaurant on fire.
"Do you know who this is?"
I hesitated and replied: "A third-tier actress."
"Correction: she's also Mr. Smith's current girlfriend."
Mr. Smith, the vice president of our company.
Turns out both sides had been keeping things under wraps. They sure know how to play their cards.
---
The next day, Sherlowill and the actress trended on social media.
"Actress with Rich Second-Generation, 'Rich Second-Generation Harvester' Is No Joke."
So, not only was she Mr. Smith's girlfriend, but she was also a serial dater of rich heirs!
The actress's agency quickly issued a one-sided response.
"Please focus on our artist's works, not their private life. No to paparazzi!"
In the entertainment world, if they didn't deny it, they were essentially confirming it.
Damn, where's my oxygen mask and heart-saving pills?
Meanwhile, Sherlowill's mother stormed into the company.
"Madam, listen to me, things aren't what you think."
"Jolene, don't try to fool me for that little rascal. Watch me tear him to pieces today!"
Sherlowill's family had strict morals, and absolutely no connection with scandalous actresses was allowed.
So, Sherlowill's mom looked ready to storm in and tear him apart.
If she went in, I would have to leave.
"Whoa, hold on! This can't happen!"
While I desperately tried to stop Sherlowill's mom, the office door cracked open.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Sherlowill, that scoundrel, giving me an evil grin through the door crack!
He must have predicted this moment from the start, but he didn't say a word.
