Strategy Plan: Calling for the President's Love

A month ago, Raymond Kelsey's elder brother, Yve Kelsey, had contacted me.

He had offered to pay me 500,000 dollars a month to help Raymond with his homework.

At this moment, Raymond was sitting opposite me, playing his Switch without even looking up at me.

Meanwhile, I was painstakingly finishing his last paper for him.

For the hundred and first time, I wished I could be born into a rich family.

I finished the last question and pushed the paper in front of him, saying, "Boss, it's completed."

Raymond had just accomplished a mission in the game, so he put down his Switch, picked up the exercise paper, and replied, "Well done. Thank you for your hard work."

He also sounded like a boss assigning an employee work.

He picked up his phone and swiped it several times.

Soon, I heard the beep of a PayPal notification on my phone.

It told me that I received 100,000 dollars on my PayPal account.

Raymond had just given me 100,000 dollars by casually swiping his phone.

I looked at the balance on my account and thought I would probably be able to buy a house if I worked hard for a few more months.

I felt sorry for Raymond as I met his gaze, so I said, "Why don't you just listen to your brother and study hard?"

But I had always said so after the transfer was completed, which made it sound like a lecture with the benefit of hindsight.

Raymond scratched his ears, sprang to his feet impatiently, put his hands on the edge of the desk, and leaned toward me.

He was so close to me that I could even feel his warm breath. I almost got cross-eyed by staring at him blankly, but he still didn't say anything.

"Are you interested in a win-win deal? If you can win my brother's heart within three months, I'll give you all the money I have."

He spoke as he showed me the account balance on his phone.

I counted the digits and agreed at once, "Deal."

Looking at his balance of one million dollars, I grabbed him by the collar and said decisively, "It's no bother to do you this favor at all."

Raymond straightened up and added, "Of course, you can't tell him about what I do at school. If you can't get him, I'll still give you 300,000 dollars as a deposit."

It wasn't until this moment that I finally understood how spending money like water was.

Since I was negotiating terms with a future businessman, I still wanted to get more.

My mind raced. I asked again, "Will it count if I manage to sleep with him?"

Raymond nodded with awkwardness.

Originally, I had felt that my future was bright, for I could still get 300,000 dollars without effort even if I failed to capture Yve's heart.

However, at the sight of Raymond's look, I thought I would probably die on the spot if Yve was a big fat tycoon.

This month was about to end, so it was time to report on my work once a month.

When I arrived at the office of Yve's company, it surprised me that it was dark in tone inside the bright building.

I didn't know whether it was because of the company culture or the color of the work uniforms.

Yve was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Please take a seat, Miss Lee," he uttered.

I found it hard to figure out why Yve and Raymond, who were born to the same mother, had such different temperaments.

One was a troublemaker at school, while the other was quietly drinking coffee in an office building.

Yve's eyes were slightly bloodshot with fatigue. He finished the coffee in one gulp and listened to my report carefully.

Fortunately, he was truly handsome.

I fiddled with the curly hair beside my ears and said softly, "To tell the truth, Raymond completed all his homework on time."

How could I get him? It seemed that one million dollars was not so easy to earn.

Yve rubbed his eyes and complained to me about Raymond, "He's been a bully at school. Feel free to tell me once he says anything unpleasant to you."

I nodded in agreement. Even though I had only worked for Yve for a month, I could feel how difficult it was for him to control his younger brother.

Yve took out his phone and showed me his WhatsApp QR code. "Add me on WhatsApp. You can tell me directly if Raymond makes any trouble."

I politely put in a good word for Raymond during the conversation with Yve. Although I had given up hope of getting him because I knew no sweet talk would work on a capitalist like him, I had already tried my best to charm him.

It wouldn't matter even if I couldn't get Yve. I could still pay for male strippers in clubs with the deposit on this deal.

There was a new club next to the main commercial street. I had been hanging out here for three days in a row, but this club seemed as bad as ever.

Not a single cute guy could be found here.

Marcia nudged the edge of my clothes and handed me her phone, saying, "Do you see the guy in the white shirt on our left front? I like him."

I looked in that direction but couldn't even make out half of his face.

I twitched my lips and asked, "Are you sure?"

Marcia pushed me, telling me to go immediately.

Amid the deafening noise in the club, I made my way through the crowd, came to the man in the white shirt, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cute guy, how about we add contacts on WhatsApp?"

I raised my voice and shouted closer to him.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and called out my name in surprise, "Natalie Lee?"

As Raymond and I looked at each other in amazement, I hurriedly turned off the phone screen.

Raymond was drunk. He unconsciously put his arm around my neck and asked, "Are you here to drink with me?

"Your drink is on me today."

Before Raymond could hand me the glass of liquor, a muscular hand stopped him in front of me.

"Raymond, let go of her."

I looked in the direction of the hand, only to see Yve's frighteningly cold face in the flickering light.

I felt as if I was deaf and could only see Yve's mouth moving silently.