Chapter 3

[Does the male lead know the supporting male lead?]

The comments appeared in front of my eyes again.

[Of course, he does. He never stops insulting the supporting male lead in front of Jocelyn and Sean.]

[Even the money he used to open this shop was earned by the supporting male lead in the first place.]

"Honey, what exactly are you doing?" I said mockingly.

Jocelyn froze, then quickly pushed Ethan away. She then turned to me with an awkward smile on her face and said, "Honey, I was just telling him about your situation so he'd let you work here."

With his arms suddenly empty, Ethan shot me an annoyed look.

My eyes then fell on the gold watch on his wrist. Jocelyn had bought it with my hard-earned money.

After noticing where I was looking, Ethan deliberately lifted his wrist and showed it off. He then said smugly, "My wife spoils me so much. She just gave me this gold watch a few days ago as a present. Didn't Jocelyn buy you one too?"

He then glanced at my wrist. When he saw the bracelet made of red string and a tiny gold bead, he paused for a second before letting out a mocking laugh. "One look and you can tell it's gold-plated silver. Then again, I make more in a day than you make in a month."

Before I could react, Ethan picked up a pair of scissors and cut open the gold bead. The silver-colored metal inside was soon exposed for everyone to see.

Ethan sneered. "So, I was right. Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be rich?"

I could not hold it back anymore. "It's just a gold bead. I could buy this whole shop right now!"

"Stop embarrassing yourself," Jocelyn yelled as she stared at me in irritation when I turned to look at her. She then shot Ethan a guilty glance before starting to complain to me. "Since when have you started comparing yourself with others? Don't you know what kind of situation we're in? Besides, it's normal for a business owner to wear a gold watch. If a delivery driver like you wore one, people would think you stole it instead."

Even my son ran over and started criticizing me. "Dad, Mom's right. You're too poor to wear a gold watch."

I was so furious I could barely breathe. Before I could recover, Jocelyn grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of Ethan. "Jeffrey is here looking for a job. Aren't you short a cleaner?"

Sean hurriedly nodded. "Please hire Dad. He really needs the money."

The bullet comments started to stream in front of me again.

[The male lead casually said he wanted to see the supporting male lead make a fool of himself earlier when they were eating. The mother and son agreed right away, so they took him here to be humiliated.]

I stood there in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

Jocelyn pushed me and looked at Ethan with a sweet smile. "Do you think you can let him do the cleaning?"

Ethan looked me up and down like he was inspecting some merchandise. He then pointed at the filthy restroom and said, "Of course. He can start by scrubbing the toilet clean."

"Thank you, you handsome and generous man." Jocelyn did not even notice that the way she looked at him was full of yearning.

"Yay! Dad has a new job! Now I can get the Lego set I want!" Sean cheered.

As another rat ran past my feet, I finally snapped.

"I'm not doing it!" I shouted.

Sean froze in the middle of his celebration, and Jocelyn looked at me in disapproval. "What are you even saying? I worked so hard to find this job for you! How can you refuse it? Do you still think you can get some cushy office job? Look in the mirror and ask yourself whether you even have that ability!"

She didn't even miss a beat as she threw accusations at me.

Ethan sighed and said, "It looks like your husband doesn't appreciate it at all. I'm afraid this little shop of mine can't accommodate someone like him."

With that, he sat down to the side and ignored me.

Jocelyn nervously dragged me back to Ethan and said in an upset tone, "Hurry up and apologize to him! Beg him to take you in!"

I could feel my heart dying at that moment.

Just as Jocelyn and Sean were insulting me together, the sudden sound of drums and trumpets came from outside the snack shop.

I looked up and saw the lottery shop owner arriving with a street band to congratulate me. He had even brought over a printed banner that read: [Congratulations to Jeffrey Johnson on winning the 1 Million Dollar Jackpot!]