Chapter 3

Theodore invited me to meet him at a restaurant at seven on Saturday night.

That was enough to shock the entire family, then they became worried.

Theodore held enormous influence and power in Harbor City, and his temper was even harder to predict. Someone had once said the wrong thing in front of him and Theodore had bankrupted him for it.

As for me, I was so oblivious that even if someone held a knife to my throat, I would still grin and say, "That knife looks so real!"

My father, Kenny, was so worried he paced in circles.

My mother, Caroline, was so anxious she cried.

My older brother, Tommy, kept sighing too.

Only Nora covered her mouth smugly. She thought Theodore had figured out what had happened and wanted to deal with me.

I was completely confused. "I'm just going to an audition. You should be happy for me."

Afraid that the family would stop me, Nora quickly added, "Exactly, Dad, Mom, Tommy. Rebecca really is going to an audition. Maybe if Mr. Jensen is pleased, he'll even reward her with something nice. Besides, he has already sent an invitation. We can't possibly refuse, right?"

Of course, they could not reject the man who ruled Harbor City from behind the scenes. Although the Lane Family's main sphere of influence was outside of the island Harbor City was in. However, they also had plenty of business in Harbor City.

If they wanted their business to keep developing steadily, they could not afford to cross Theodore.

After thinking it over again and again, the family could only accept it helplessly.

They held my hand and reminded me repeatedly. "Rebecca, you have to watch what you say and do."

I nodded. To make sure the audition went well, I would definitely perform properly.

Before I went out on Saturday, Nora brought me to a corner.

She secretly stuffed a small switchblade into my hand.

Then she said mysteriously, "This is a prop I prepared just for you. I heard their movie is an action movie. When you audition, take this knife out, and he'll definitely see you in a whole new light!"

I held her hand gratefully. "Thank you for thinking this far ahead for me. I'll make good use of it!"

Nora burst out laughing as she watched me leave. "What an idiot! Pulling a knife in front of Theodore? Time to die, idiot."

The meeting was at seven, but I arrived at the private room ten minutes early. I had not expected Theodore to arrive even earlier as he was already sitting inside.

As soon as I walked in, he told me to sit and ask what I wanted to eat. I said seriously, "I can eat anything, but when does our audition start?"

He turned his eyes from the menu in his hand to my face. After confirming that I was serious and not joking, he raised an eyebrow in interest. After all, this was his first time meeting someone as slow and oblivious as me.

With that thought in mind, he put down the menu and said, "Now, then."

I looked around. The men playing the men-in-black bodyguards from the dark room were not there.

Now, only Theodore and I were in the private room. Which meant he wanted me to roleplay with him. There was no script either, so he must want me to improvise.

Thinking of how Nora had said this movie was an action movie, I pulled the switchblade out of my pants pocket and pointed the tip at Theodore.

My gaze darkened, and my whole presence suddenly turned cold as I sneered. "Today is the day you die!"

Theodore's amused expression suddenly darkened.

His hand had already moved on instinct toward the gun hidden by his thigh. But before he could draw the gun, the private room door was kicked open.

A figure rushed in, the gun in his hand aimed straight at Theodore's head. "Theodore! Today is the day you die!"

I froze.

Huh?

The same line?

Damn it! Was he trying to steal my spotlight?

Did he not see that my audition was not over yet?

Theodore's heart sank, and hostility surged inside him.

When it rained, it poured.

He could not help suspecting that I was with that man.

His hand had already touched the grip of his gun.

He was about to send us both off to Hell one by one before he saw me rush at the man with incredible speed. Before the man could react, I had already knocked him to the floor. I kicked the gun away, before pinning him to the ground, and pressed the switchblade against his neck. "Tell me! Who sent you?"