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

Bo Si was being groped all over by him. She wasn’t as strong as he was and couldn’t dodge at all.

Just then, the main door opened.

Little Nine walked in. “Miss Sisi, save the lovey-dovey stuff for later. Old Master Bo wants you over there right away.”

The bodyguard next to him shot him a contemptuous look.

What lovey-dovey? Weren’t you the one who sent Miss Sisi and this man to the bed together?

Now you’re pretending to be innocent, acting like you don’t know anything. Isn’t that a bit too shameless?

Of course, they only dared to think this in secret. Right now they were all on the same boat—if Old Master Bo ever found out, it’d be bye-bye.

Because Little Nine and the others were here, the man didn’t dare act up anymore.

Maybe his conscience kicked in a little. Little Nine walked up to the man, gave a faint smile. “Sir, come wait outside with me.”

The man was a coward. He wanted to refuse but didn’t dare. Wearing only big shorts, he had no choice but to let them herd him out the door.

Only then did he take in the surroundings, and he was instantly stunned. Th-this… how could it be this luxurious?

Little Nine patted his shoulder and smiled at him. “When the time comes, you’d better talk properly. Don’t say anything you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you’ll never see tomorrow’s sun.”

The man’s body went rigid. He said, somewhat scared, “N-no, you can’t do this. I’m going to call the police, call the police.”

Little Nine said casually, “Call the police? Even if you call them, the cops wouldn’t dare touch this.”

The more he listened, the more terrified he became. He stammered, “I-I-I didn’t mean to, I was…”

Looked like he was about to spill.

Little Nine said to the bodyguard beside him, “Go get him that suit. He’s Miss Sisi’s boyfriend, after all. How can he go meet Old Master Bo dressed like this? Old Master Bo is the most protective of his own. As long as you’re one of his people, you’ll have a lifetime of inexhaustible wealth.”

A lifetime of inexhaustible wealth…

The man’s eyes lit up. In any case, seeing is believing—so many people had seen them. As long as he stuck to the story that he was that woman’s boyfriend, first, nothing would happen to him; second, he’d never have to worry about going hungry for the rest of his life.

Very soon, the bodyguard brought over a suit and helped him put it on.

Have to admit, though his aura was sleazy, once he put on a suit he looked somewhat handsome, like a proper person.

Looked like Miss Sisi had thought it through: if he wasn’t good-looking, then even if the plan succeeded, no one would believe it.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Bo Si walked out.

She saw the man and went up, ready to hit him, but—

“Miss Sisi, Old Master Bo is waiting for you. Please head over as soon as possible.”

Bo Si bit her lower lip and shot the man a dark look. “I’ll settle the score with you later.”

The man shuddered. So scary. How could this woman be so terrifying? That look in her eyes was like a venomous snake’s, sending chills down his spine.

“Sir, this way please.”

Little Nine led them to a small sitting room not far from the main hall. In the center stood an off-white leather sofa. Old Master Bo sat on it, his face stern, his expression radiating authority, not a trace of a smile in his brows.

“Come here. Kneel.”

Bo Si walked up to him and fell to her knees with a thud. “Grandpa, I really am innocent. You’ve raised me all these years, you’re the closest person I have. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? I always tell you everything. Someone’s framing me—I don’t even know what’s going on. I don’t know this man…”

“Sisi, how can you lie to Old Master Bo? Just now you were in bed with me, saying you loved me. Now you’re turning your face and pretending you don’t know me?” the man accused.