At this moment, Grace Bennett finally noticed the few bright characters of the talent market. Her big eyes rolled around, and in an instant, she understood roughly what was going on. She was overjoyed, and with a mischievous glint, she glanced sideways at the uncle: “Hey, uncle, you’re already in your thirties and still don’t have a decent job? Hehe, how about this little beauty helps you out? I can’t promise a monthly salary over ten thousand, but five thousand is doable. So, what do you think? Want to consider it?”

If murder weren’t illegal, Brian Harris really wanted to throw this unlucky kid into a cesspit: “My name is Brian Harris. If you keep calling me uncle, be careful or I’ll beat you up. Also, I’m 26 this year. I can tolerate you calling me brother-in-law, but I just wonder if your sister is pretty.”

Grace Bennett pulled out a hand and covered her mouth in mock astonishment, her beautiful eyes wide open as if she’d seen a pig climb a tree or a tiger turn vegetarian, feigning surprise: “You—you’re only 26? Oh my god.” In her heart, she snorted repeatedly. You lecherous uncle, give you an inch and you take a mile, now you’re even thinking about my sister? Hmph, do you really think you’re good enough for her?

Brian Harris rolled his eyes straight at her, filtering out her exclamation automatically: “And you want to introduce me to a job? Tch, what does a little kid like you know?” He sighed inwardly at how restless people were these days. Kids so young already bragging nonstop—people just aren’t what they used to be.

But in front of a pretty girl, you absolutely can’t lose face. Even if you lose the fight, don’t lose your dignity.

The rooster who’d just been defeated now strutted around proudly, lifting his drooping head: “Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not that I can’t find a job. Hmph, I just don’t care for those. I remember there was a job with an annual salary of a million, and I didn’t even go. You know why? Because it was too little. Tch, a million? That’s pocket change for beggars. At the very least, it should be a million US dollars, and even then I’d have to think about it. Their boss is poor, can’t afford to pay, so he tried to guilt-trip me, crying and wailing at my doorstep. So pitiful. But what can you do? That’s society for you. Only companies with real strength can attract real talent.”

Brian Harris pursed his lips and struck a pose like a successful man, making Grace Bennett gag repeatedly. What is this guy’s face made of? She usually just brags a little and is a bit self-obsessed, but compared to this uncle, she’s practically a model student, a saint.

Looking at Grace Bennett’s expression, he knew he’d overdone it. Never mind an annual salary of a million, he’d take a job for a thousand a month. He chuckled awkwardly: “Ahem, anyway, to get back on topic, your brother here is basically unemployed. Well, it’s getting late, little kids shouldn’t be running around everywhere. Hurry home, or your mom will spank you for coming back late.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s just noon and you’re already kicking me out. Stupid uncle, you really have no manners. You’re not even going to treat this little beauty to a meal?” Grace Bennett glared at him angrily.

“Treat you to a meal? What a joke. I helped you out so much, it should be you treating me.” Brian Harris said righteously. He didn’t know how that young guy had disappeared, but he still took all the credit.

Grace Bennett knew she’d met a master today, someone with the true power of the ‘Thick-Skinned Sect’. She was fuming inside, but on the surface, she bit her lip as if troubled: “Fine, let’s go to a café and have some pastries.” Hmph, you want to scam me? Not a chance.

Brian Harris grinned smugly. I’ve only got fifty bucks in my pocket, and you think I’m treating you?

“I have a huge appetite, you don’t look like you have money. If you can’t pay the bill, don’t start crying.”

“Who—who’s going to cry?”

“Hey, this café is pretty big. Are you sure you brought enough money?”

“I brought enough, don’t worry, eat as much as you want.”

“Seriously, did you really bring enough? Why don’t you take it out and show me?”

“Oh my god, are you done yet?”

“You really…”

“Bro, I really brought enough.” Grace Bennett was about to cry. Why is it so hard just to treat someone to a meal?

“Okay, but let’s be clear, I only have fifty bucks. If we don’t have enough, we’ll have to wash dishes to pay… Eh, what are you snickering about?”

“N-no, you must be seeing things.” Grace Bennett’s eyes darted around guiltily under his stare.

Chapter 3 The Mayor… Is My Wife

In the quiet and elegant corner of the café, Brian Harris followed the unlucky girl to a seat near the window. A few pots of unknown plants and some oil paintings decorated the surroundings, making it a truly romantic place. Several couples whispered to each other, the men gentle and refined, the women graceful and elegant—a sight pleasing to the eye.

However, the old and the young in the corner each had their own schemes. In this setting, neither had time to appreciate the view. The older one was thinking about having a good meal, maybe some meat, while what the younger one was plotting was known only to herself.

A delicate-looking waitress approached with a professional smile: “Sir, Miss, what would you like?” She respectfully placed the menu on the table, waiting for them to order.

Grace Bennett sat gracefully in her seat without moving, watching as the uncle picked up the menu, nodding in satisfaction—at least he knew his place and brought the menu over. She was a lady, after all, and couldn’t order herself, even if her outfit was far from ladylike.