Come Move On Sumiku!

65. Aye?

Noel moved away instantly, he was traumatized as Asher said that contained a threat and clearly the threat would be carried out.

"I've been thinking, the party should be fancy. For anyone who sees the decor will not forget it, the theme of the party is 'See I am rich!' what do you think of Tea?"

Who could say this with confidence if not that person? Asher casually threw the idea away.

"I'm sorry, young master, what wedding party do you want? Would it make more sense, please?"

Although it was far away, Noel still spoke up.

Bodo ah, fight it. It was fired, though.

Noel's logic began to run, why would he respect and keep his mouth again if he was officially fired? And there seems to be no room for him to return.

"What's? Is that weird? I wanted to show that I was rich, so that no one would dare to underestimate me, nor my wife. Hey do you think my idea is weird?" Asher looked at the decorator. What's he supposed to say?

It's so weird and it doesn't make sense, it's called showing off, it sucks, it's evil to the rest of the race, it's mental oppression. Such a theme had not existed before.

If the decorator does not love his work, and willingly explain everything he was batting and thinking earlier. Then it's clear, a split second later he'll be unemployed.

"N-no! This concept is very good, rarely exists. Luxury huh?! I can recommend other ideas, I will improvise until this party becomes the most luxurious and classy." Answer with lies. His head was already twisting looking for a specific idea. What does he mean by showing off wealth? Tying gold around the table?

"It's annoying to see Ash, this hotel alone is very luxurious, if the decor sparkles, it's a headache, okay?" Tea began to express her opinion, very upset to hear the idea of not connecting her husband.

"So what do you want? Don't tell the kingdom? You're not fit to be queen." This man's mouth said it.

"Good too, try to create a royal theme but a little in modern improv. If you can wear a lot of white and blue colored cloth, no pink. Compared to flowers, the decoration is more ornamental plants foliage only. Can it?" Tea suddenly got an idea.

The decorator smiled very relievedly, he was quite satisfied. Although the demand for Tea was a bit difficult because it was the first time, it was better than Asher's ambiguous request for headaches.

"I refuse, I want the first, the theme is 'Look, I'm rich, who dares?'"

"Well! That's a very childish Tem know!"

"You are now also childish."

What a stubborn fuck Asher. Can't he just give up on Tea?

"At least give up on your wife!"

Asher was silent, as he was silent everything was also silent, Tea was silent as well.

"Oh? All right, we're gonna use the theme my wife wants."

"You're serious, right?" Tea looked at Asher seriously, just in case he was just joking and would disappoint later.

"I have to behave well with my wife. And you, go, I still want to be here." Asher glanced at his decorator.

"Ba-good! Excuse me now. Thank you young lady! I will definitely show you the best, for some special designs I will discuss in more detail with you later, where can we meet?" He stood up, ready to leave.

"My wife is weak, so you just come to my mansion. Remember that! Don't let my wife move so much because of you." Asher's face was already a bit creepy.

"Good."

The sound of commotion broke out as he hurriedly left.

Basic brash, useless, incompetent assistant. I was almost in trouble, it was fortunate that I was being polite to the young lady. Otherwise, I would definitely be good friends with the one whose name is mggggur. Who is the madman who spread the rumor that young master Asher hates his wife?!

"Sister, I need money to pay practice money and stuff, can I have a minjam?"

Viocha began to speak up, apparently his daydreams from earlier thanks to grub information from his friend that there are practices that they will do, and it costs money. Doesn't Viocha have a flower shop? Is that not enough.

"Money? How much do Icha need?" Tea softly touched it.

"Much." What an amazing answer.

"I can give it, I'll even give you a blank check if you call me brother-in-law." Asher always sees an opportunity.

"You forced my sister?"

"Why should money be from you. There I was on the side, a well-established, rich, handsome husband-to-be who could nurture, look after, and provide for her. How much does Cha need? Call baby everything's in order." Noel took this opportunity to get closer to Icha.

"Sister-in-law. The blank check?"

Even Viocha did not change his countenance as he stared and reached out to Asher who was now smiling with satisfaction.

"I'll have my assistant give it to you later."

"It's fate again why the hell is it me? The feeling of this week apes mulu deh, what's wrong I?!"

Noel was tired, why the bad luck came to him in a row. It sucks, he's no longer a Tea driver, missing the chance to be a hero to Viocha.

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Icha came out of the hotel for a while, to meet one of her friends who wanted to deliver an important flash. Icha is waiting on the edge of the highway at the moment. Noel wanted to accompany her, but was blocked by Asher. He was worried that his sister-in-law would be wretched if it was near this person.

Icha glanced to the left, looking like a man in a neat suit had just come to the car which was just a few minutes ago stopped not far from Icha was.

Icha glanced at him for a moment, she looked at the woman who had just come out. His face was familiar, his clothes were all black, he was wearing a hat, and a mask, and his mask had just been opened by the man who was now hugging him tightly.

Oh? She's she? The artist who is on the rise, right? Bosen really see, if the campus children see must be very excited.

Icha doesn't care, it's none of her business, it's not her business that Elise the artist is hugging the man, with their hot-linked lips.

"Wait Morgan! Let's continue in the car, I'm afraid the media can see it."

Icha didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to get dragged down by the artist scandal. Either a stroke of misfortune or luck he's standing there.