Natasha had already scrolled through her call log.
Seeing who had called, she wasn’t the least bit surprised.
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Clearly, her mom hadn’t had enough of their morning argument, and now everyone in the family had taken turns blowing up her phone. Even Matthew Hill, Olivia’s simp, had jumped in. News of her beating Olivia into the ER must’ve spread fast.
Just ncing at the list, she could already guess what those calls were about.
If Alexei worked for her, that shit would totally qualify for workers‘p.
But he was a capitalist.
“So, did you scold them back for me?
“If none of them got scolded back, how am I supposed to vent? And how can I reward you?” Natasha spread her hands, ying dumb shamelessly.
Alexei seemed thoughtful. “So, if I were to scold them back, you’ll repay me?”
“Duh,” Natasha answered offhandedly.
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Shawn hung up, squinting at his phone in bewilderment.
After
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years as a personal assistant, he’d never received such a ridiculous–no, downright childish-
‘Seriously, childish.
‘What kind of CEO, when pissed at someone, just hires a bunch of professional scolders to call and
curse them out?
‘Based on past experience, anyone who crossed Mr. Turner would at least end up with broken limbs or bleeding–if not worse, like their whole family going bankrupt and getting abandoned by everyone. Shawn couldn’t wrap his head around it.
This soft, almost yful approach was downright eerie.
But orders were orders. He immediately rounded up a few smooth–talking scolding pros and had them take turns cursing out everyone on Alexei’s list.
Duration? As Alexei gave no specific timeframe, Shawn decided to start with a 72–hour roasting session first.
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Meanwhile, in the hospital, Olivia, along with Noel and Lucas keeping herpany, and Thomas wrangling the old property mess in Scrushire, the rk couple at ast–minute dinner party, and Matthew drinking at a bar all had their phones start ringing simultaneously…
Natasha never thought Alexei to be so good at cooking, which was totally unexpected from a silver- spoon type who probably had bloodstains on his hands more often than flour. Honestly? He looked like he’d butcher people smoother than veggies.
Staring at the three dishes in front of her–including spicy chicken wings tailored to her taste–she
had to admit defeat.
Sessful people had their reasons. Not only did he recover like a freak, but even household chores were a breeze for him.
The feeling of cooking and eating together at home was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Strangely enough, the atmosphere felt kinda warm.
After dinner, Natasha automatically cleaned up. Once she washed her hands, she saw Alexei sitting on the couch, beckoning her over like she was a dog.
She dragged her feet. “What?”
“Proof of payment. So someone doesn’t try to weasel out of it.”
Shawn worked fast. By the time they’d cleared the dishes, he’d cherry–picked the hottest call recordings–real fire–breathing performances with primo insult material.
Sitting side by side with Natasha on the couch, Alexei tapped his phone.
The moment Andrew’s furious voice sted through the speaker after getting absolutely roasted, Natasha was stunned.
Andrew had been in power for years, living the high life. No one had ever dared to curse him to his face.
And the caller didn’t hold back. “Blind, ipetent, ungrateful, disgraceful…” The insults came rapid–fire, no repeats, absolutely brutal.
Blocking unknown numbers? Didn’t work. Turning off the phone? Nope. Switching to a backup number? Still got through.
Seemed like they had a hacker on standby, covering all bases.
The yelling was so loud that others at the party caught snippets, shooting weird looks their way. The humiliation was next–level.
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The rk couple, thoroughly humiliated, had to slink away early.
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Even the usuallyposed Andrew dropped some rare curses before smashing his phone in rage.
Then there was the hospital. Olivia got hit with a barrage of insults-“homewrecker, fake heiress, shameless gold–digger, two–sided bitch, unworthy of the international stage…“–until she literally coughed up blood from anger.
The recording even captured Noel and Lucas frantically hitting the emergency call button.
As for Matthew, hested less than two minutes before losing it. A half–hour screaming matchter, he got so mad at losing the verbal brawl that he smashed the custom phone Olivia gave him.
The recording ended with the professional roaster’s eager assurance. “Don’t worry, boss. Unless they go off–grid for the next few days, we’ll haunt them like ghosts. Full three–day service guaranteed. I’ve timed it–2 days, 23 hours, and 5 minutes left.”
Talk about dedication. Not only did they do their homework, but they billed by the hour.
Natasha had never heard such a creative array of insults in her life.
‘Lesson learned.
And these clowns cracked after just one hour of heat? Man, theing days are gonna be entertaining,‘ she thought.
Even Shawn, who initially thought this move was childish, was seriously impressed after hearing the recorded insults. The method might be naive, but damn, it was savage.
Just imagining himself being chased and yelled at like that made him furious enough.
While cheerfully reporting the results of his work, Shawn secretly plotted whether to arrange a premium insult package for those old geezers in the Turner family.
Alexei preferred physical attacks, but this move? It hit different.
Natasha’s eyes sparkled as she watched Alexei calmly close the recording. She’d just tossed out the idea casually, never expecting him to actually make it happen.
She had to admit the effect was next level, and she felt so vindicated,
After all, who the hell would be happy getting randomly screamed at? But for her, that had been the
norm for over a decade,
‘How had I never thought of such a genius revenge tactic before?‘ she thought to herself.
“Mr. Turner, you’re legendary. You’re the COAT. What do you want? Anything I can do, I’ll do it.”
Alexei looked at the suddenly brown–nosing Natasha–uncharacteristic since they’d met—and
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found it amusing. But for the sake of his own well–being, he poked her forehead with a finger and pushed her away.
Because this girl somehow managed to hit every single one of his wounds while “massaging” his
back.
But when he saw her beaming face, he inexplicably didn’t feel like making a big deal out of it.
“Right now, staying away is the best thing you can do for me.”
“Got it!” Natasha bounced away instantly.
Alexei frowned, wondering why he felt annoyed now that she was keeping her distance.
“Never mind. Come here and apply medicine for me.”
“Yes, sir!”
Seeing his perfectly toned, body, Natasha couldn’t resist sneaking a feel of those abs–only to get caught red–handed by Alexei. In the end, she had no choice but to offer up her own room as an apology.
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For the first time in so many years, someone had openly stood up for her like this.
Sure, maybe Alexei was just pissed off about being insulted and took it out on them, but she was still thrilled.
Plus, he was the sugar daddy who’d given her three million.
That night, curled up on the tiny couch, Natasha drifted off to sleep with a smile.
In stark contrast, Alexei tossed and turned in the bed, unable to sleep.
The faint, sweet scent of the girl lingering in the air, the overly soft mattress for his taste, the half- <b>human</b>–sized plush goose, the fresh floral bedsheets–everything screamed that he was lying in an <b>unifamiliar </b>woman’s bed, and it all left Alexei restless and wide awake.
He suddenly regretted swapping sleeping spots with Natasha.
Catching another whiff of that elusive fragrance, he abruptly sat up.