Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Sisi was in a panic. Her ability to stand firm in the Bo Family was all thanks to Old Master Bo. If she made him dislike her, her future would be very difficult.

”Poor Sisi is still worried about my health.” Old Master Bo sighed and glanced at Bo Yimo. ”She’s much more considerate than some people. Can’t see them all day long. They’re both artists, yet Sisi has time to accompany an old man like me, while some people don’t. Seems their time is spent on others.”

It seemed like Grandpa hadn’t picked up on anything. Fortunately, he truly loved her and hadn’t noticed anything unusual, which allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.

The argument lasted for an hour, but in the end, Old Master Bo, due to his age and lack of stamina, retired.

Bo Yimo smiled slightly, didn’t bother going upstairs, and just walked out.

Bo Si watched everything moodily and quietly followed behind.

The car drove smoothly as Bo Yimo closed his eyes to rest.

”Young Master, Miss Sisi is following us. Do you want to lose her?”

Even Little Nine was quite impressed by this Miss Sisi. What’s with the following? If something happens at night, they’d still be the unlucky ones. She’s so restless, especially since she’s not in great health.

Unlike the Young Madam, who could eat and fight, carry a gas canister up ten floors without panting, and take on a dozen opponents effortlessly.

Such a person is fit for the Young Master. Someone who just cries all day and can’t do anything, what’s the use?

Little Nine had an inexplicable admiration for his Young Madam.

Bo Yimo suddenly opened his eyes, his voice cool, ”Have Xiaoqi blow out her tires.”

Uh...

Little Nine’s forehead broke out in cold sweat. Young Master, aren’t you making things difficult? Blowing out one’s own tires isn’t exactly easy.

But since it was the Young Master’s order, he was naturally going to comply immediately. Just as he was about to make the call, he heard Bo Yimo say, ”Wait.”

Little Nine stopped his actions, awaiting instructions.

”...Get some people to kidnap her directly and throw her at the big courtyard entrance,” Bo Yimo said casually.

Little Nine’s hand trembled, unable to make the call.

Young Master, are you serious?

Do you really need to be so harsh on Miss Sisi, who is at least nominally your sister?

The problem is, even though you said it, they can’t do it!

If Old Master Bo finds out, their lives would be finished.

#Our Young Master is just so domineering, overbearing, and awe-inspiring#

Tears in Little Nine’s heart flowed endlessly like the Yangtze River.

”Do something, and blame it all on Bo Qingzhi,” Bo Yimo added.

What good is a brother, if not to sell, to take the blame for things.

Little Nine: ...

By this point, he didn’t know what words to use.

Young Master, alas, you’re becoming more and more willful!

Framing the Young Marshal for something like this, they absolutely dare not!

But being the Young Master’s most considerate bodyguard, he naturally had to cover all bases, the first rule being to unconditionally execute the Young Master’s orders immediately.

Moreover, if choosing between Miss Sisi and the Young Master, it’s undoubtedly the Young Master. Miss Sisi can’t compare at all!

Little Nine issued the order with a shiver.

Moments later, there was no sign of the car behind them, and Little Nine had a premonition that his end was near.

Not long after, not far from the military compound’s entrance, Bo Si lay unconscious on the road.

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Bo Yimo’s car quickly arrived at the destination, Tong Yan’s residence.