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Jerry and Joanne were feeling extremely agitated and annoyed. Joe, whom they had mocked and ridiculed in every possible way, had turned into Mr. Smith! What the hell was going on?!
There had to be some sort of misunderstanding here. Joe was just a deadbeat loser! Why did Rambo address him as Mr. Smith?! He wasn’t worth it!
Douglas turned to them and said sternly, “You two, watch your mouth. Stay low-key and humble. You are wise enough to know what you can or cannot say out loud. Luckily Joe was here today, otherwise, you guys would be in big trouble!”
Jerry and Joanne stayed as quiet as mice after being beaten by Rambo.
Douglas then turned to Joe and said gratefully, “Joe, thank you so much! I would like to make a toast to you on behalf of everyone, thank you!”
Joe smiled. “It’s my pleasure.”
***
The next day, Claire received an interview invitation from Spikeworth Corps.
The interview was scheduled in the afternoon. Joe discreetly called Zeke when Claire was not looking.
After the call was answered, Zeke’s respectful voice resonated, “Hello, Master Smith. How can I assist you?”
Joe said flatly, “My wife is going to the Spikeworth Corps for an interview, I want to know about the company and its background.”
Zeke replied in surprise, “Spikeworth? That company is wholly-owned by our White family. Did Miss Wilson apply for this company? It would be such a waste of her talent. Why don’t I replace the current chairman of the company with Miss Wilson?”
Joe was surprised when he found out that the White family owned Spikeworth Corps. It was fantastic news since Zeke was on their side, but he remembered that Claire had told him firmly that she wanted to prove herself with her abilities, so he said firmly, “No, you don’t have to do that. Make some arrangements so that my wife can pass her interview.”
“Okay, Master Smith. I’ll get on it right away.”
After Zeke ended the call, he asked his assistant to send an immediate notice to the senior management of Spikeworth Corps. He had to perform Master Smith’s every request wonderfully.
***
At two o’clock in the afternoon, Claire was getting ready to head to Spikeworth Corps for the interview, and Joe kept her company. They had to go by cab since their car was at the workshop for its maintenance service, but it was the peak hour, and they couldn’t get one even after waiting by the roadside for a long time.
Claire started to get a little anxious and said desperately, “If I’m late and miss the interview, it will definitely give them a bad impression. I shouldn’t have sent the car for maintenance…”
Joe glanced helplessly at the queue ahead of them. There were at least fifty people before his turn. They had made a big mistake.
At this crucial moment, a black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped in front of them. The window rolled down, and it was Zeke. He was surprised to see them and said, “Mr. Smith, are you waiting for a taxi?”
Joe was equally surprised. It was such a coincidence for Zeke to appear at this desperate moment! Hence, he uttered, “Yes, I want to take my wife to Spikeworth Corps for an interview. Why are you here?”
Zeke quickly said, “Mr. Smith, it’s the peak hour now, the hardest time to get a taxi. Why don’t I send you there, if you don’t mind?”
Claire was curious and skeptical about this coincidence, but she was too desperate to say no to the generous offer. “Thank you so much for the lift, Mr. White.”
“You’re too welcome, it’s my pleasure.” Zeke hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for them happily.
Joe simply rubbed his nose sheepishly without a word. He was well aware that Zeke had grabbed the best opportunity to flatter him, and coincidentally, he needed his help, so he didn’t refuse the offer.
The driver drove in front while Zeke sat in the front passenger seat and started a casual conversation with Joe.
On the way, Claire listened to their conversation while a puzzling sensation brewed inside her.
Zeke White was one of the successful businessmen in Aurous Hill that earned a much higher honor and reputation in the business circle as compared to Lady Wilson. Such a figure usually possessed a firm and stern temperament, and yet, inside the car, Claire could clearly feel that Zeke seemed to butter Joe up and it was so obvious that it was getting a little greasy.
Then, she peeked at Joe and found that he remained natural with a stoic look, making the whole scene even more mysterious.
Logically speaking, when ordinary people got to meet a prominent figure like Zeke White, they would be very humble and try their best to please him. Yet, on the contrary, Joe looked indifferent, and he didn’t even seem to care about Zeke.
What was more peculiar was that Zeke had given Joe a villa worth more than 100 million dollars! It was so bizarre and odd!
On the other hand, Claire had long heard that Zeke was very much into metaphysics and very superstitious. He would pray, worship, and give offerings to the God of Wealth at home on the fifth and fifteenth of each month. It just so happened that Joe seemed to have familiarized himself with this kind of superstitious study, and that was probably why Zeke was so polite to Joe.
Nevertheless, she did not believe in these superstitions at all.
Ten minutes later, the car parked at the entrance of Spikeworth Corps. Again, Zeke swiftly got out of the car and opened the door for them.
Claire quickly blurted a thank you and followed Joe into the company.
“Master Smith, I’ll be here waiting for you,” Zeke said from behind them.
Joe nodded to him and said, “Thank you for the lift, but you don’t have to wait here. I don’t know how long we will take.”
“It’s okay. I don’t have anything to do today, anyway.”
Zeke bowed to him and continued, “The White family’s business is not doing so well recently, it has got me really worried. I would like to find some time to consult with you.
Joe smiled and said, “You were born in the year of Rooster, weren’t you? Your birth sign clashes with this year’s Tai Sui, which is the main reason for your misfortune and disturbances. Buy some herbs such as mugwort, caltrops, atractylodes, and Poria. Put them all into a bag and bath in the herb- infused water to treat eczema. After the eczema is gone, you won’t be as unlucky as you are now. The eczema is caused by the blocked internal circulation that is not only affecting your body but also your luck.”
Zeke was so shocked as he listened to Joe’s remark, his jaw almost dropping to the floor.
Joe turned and left after he had finished speaking. Zeke slowly regained his composure from the daze and mumbled, “Genius, Master Smith. You are a godlike genius! You even predicted eczema on my thigh, even my wife doesn’t know about it!”
He bowed respectfully to Joe with a look of worship on his face as Joe walked away. It looked as though he had made the best decision by buttering Joe up!
Zeke stood upright and snorted. “Huh, Graham Quinton. You were so damned lucky when you hopped on Master Smith’s wagon, but so did I! I’ll catch up to you with my own wagon and do better than you!”
Joe walked into the lobby and sent Claire into the interview room.
As Claire entered the interview room, she saw several candidates making a line for the interview, so she joined the queue.
Joe strolled around the hall to pass his time. As he glanced downstairs from the window, he shook his head with a bitter smile as he saw that Zeke was still waiting by the entrance. He couldn’t help it if the White family insisted on worshipping him like a God.
In the office.
Sitting behind his desk with his legs on the table, George stared at his phone intensely as he flirted with several women on a dating app.
Just then, his phone buzzed, and a text message popped up.
George pursed his lips in annoyance. As he reluctantly opened the text message, he saw that it was the interview schedule from the HR department.
He frowned as soon as he laid eyes on it with a tinge of shock, and then he sneered sarcastically, shaking his phone at the people sitting next to him. “Hey, guess who came to Spikeworth?”
Sitting on the sofa with George were Jerry and Joanne who were here to meet George in hopes of currying favor with him.
Seductive enchantment radiated from Joanne’s body as she sat with her leg crossed in a low-cut body- hugging skirt and her wavy long hair cascading down her shoulders. She checked her nails arrogantly and asked, “Who is it?”
“Joe Smith and Claire Wilson!” George clicked his tongue in disdain and sneered, “Claire applied for a job here, that’s weird.”
Jerry asked in a displeased tone, “Why are they here?”