Chapter 2239 - I'm Afraid I Can't Handle

Hector returned to Rodu on the same day. Although the delicacies in Mamy Restaurant were difficult to part with, there were many more important things waiting for him to settle in Rodu.

Garlan went back together with Hector. As the Chaos City representative for 'Perfect Food', after staying in Chaos City for a month, there was already a heap of work waiting for him to do and he also had to return to Rodu to plan for the next issue.

Other gourmet columns would get Mag's writing, 10 in total. Whoever could do it well would be able to benefit more.

Meanwhile, Mylo abided by orders to stand guard at Chaos City. His job was to eat at Mamy Restaurant every day and at the same time, take note of news from the printing house. At the same time, he would have to submit three articles on Mamy Restaurant's delicacies every month.

His workload had tripled but he gladly accepted it for the 3000-copper-coins-meal every day.

Although Boss Mag had personally penned his columns, the readers were not satisfied with that short piece. Mylo loved the life of being able to enjoy delicacies and ride on Boss Mag's popularity!

"Mylo, I heard that 'Perfect Food' is relying on Boss Mag to make an epic comeback." Randy, who was queuing diagonally behind Mylo, greeted him with a smile.

"Yeah. We broke the million sales record." Mylo turned back with a smile. He appeared rather proud and just as he was about to add on with something else to continue boasting, he saw the young lady standing beside Randy, dressed in an elegant maxi dress. She looked mature, charming, and sexy. Suddenly, Mylo was not that happy anymore.

"Boss Mag is a talent indeed. If he were to change professions, you would lose your job," Randy said with a smile as he put his arm around the young lady's soft and slender waist.

Yes, he was referring to them.

Randy was no longer relying on his writing for a living.

He was living off a high-class woman.

"It's alright. Although Boss Mag always comes out with good food, there is a limited supply so there's no problem making a living off it," Mylo said.

Why were the rich women he heard about big, thick, unglamorous women with odd fetishes but the evidence clearly completely different for Randy?

"Betty, This is the food critic, Mylo, I mentioned to you. He is quite popular in the industry, almost like me, your husband," Randy introduced to the rich woman in his embrace.

"Hi, Mr. Mylo." Betty nodded at Mylo.

"Hello," Mylo quickly greeted back, wondering why Randy started introducing the rich woman to him all of a sudden.

"Betty, didn't you say a couple of days ago that you have a close friend that is feeling rather down and doesn't have an appetite? Why don't we introduce her to Mylo while he's in Chaos City? He is a professional when it comes to food," Randy said with a smile.

"Hm?" Mylo was stunned. He looked at Randy. What's going on?

Randy winked at him and gave him the you-know-it look.

Betty sized Mylo up and appeared rather hesitant. She whispered to Randy, "Tryphaena likes handsome young lads. Your friend… might not be her type."

"One would get tired of handsome young lads. Look, didn't she get her heart broken because of a handsome young lad? Why don't we let her have a change of taste? Perhaps what she needs is the warm embrace of someone meatier," Randy said with a smile. While he spoke, he even breathed gently in her ear.

Betty's ears were red. When Randy breathed in her ear, she laughed and nodded, saying, "Where do you stay, Mr. Mylo? I have a friend. Maybe the two of you could meet up."

Mylo wanted to reject the offer. As a big man weighing over 100 kilos, he would never live off a woman.

However, he glanced at the corner of Randy's shirt which was tucked in, and saw a bunch of keys. He swallowed back the words that were at the tip of his tongue, thinking that if the rich woman was just like Randy's it did not seem like a bad deal.

"I am living in Sana Travel Lodge. I will be staying in Chaos City for this period of time and I am rather free. It would be my honor to meet that lady for a meal," Mylo said with a smile.

Randy motioned a thumbs up with the arm that was resting by his body.

The restaurant door opened. Randy invited Mylo to join them at their table. At the table, Randy managed to fish out a lot of information from Betty.

After the meal, the three walked out of the restaurant. Randy waved at Betty and said, "Go back to our eight horse-drawn carriage first. I'll chat a while more with my friend."

"Alright, I'll wait for you." Betty gave him a meaningful glance and sauntered off.

"Bro, you're very good at freeloading. I take my hats off to you." Mylo looked at Randy with admiration.

Randy put his arm around Mylo's shoulder and brought him to the side as he said softly, "Don't say that I'm not giving you a hand. Here's your chance. You got to grab hold of it.

"Her sister, Tryphaena, has been a widow for three years. She owns a mine. If you can handle her, you would not have to write a single word for the rest of your life."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't handle her." Mylo shook his head and sighed as he said defeatedly, "You know it too, I am not tactful with my words."

"Be courageous, meticulous and thick-skinned. All you need to win a rich woman over are these three points. Oh, right. Don't go all out to curry their favor. That would not fit our image as literary people. If you do that, you would just be played with for a while and then kicked away," Randy preached.

"I can't curry her favor? Then all my bootlicking skills are useless?"

"You have to be reserved. The best case scenario is if she comes currying your favor. That's the way to go." Randy patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You are the cornerstone of 'Perfect Food'. bring out your professionalism and no woman would be able to resist you."

"Professionalism? In that case it would be talking about food." Mylo thought for a while and seemed to have understood a little.

"I'll be off. Someone will probably look for you tomorrow. Wait in the travel lodge, and go find a good hair salon to tidy yourself up at. Find some fitting clothes too." Randy walked away with a smile towards a horse-drawn carriage parked nearby. When he reached the horse-drawn carriage, Betty was already waiting for him with the door open.

"I have to get a hairdo too?" Mylo stroked his prickly chin and curly hair. He mumbled to himself and walked towards a hair salon close by.

He was not doing it to be a freeloader. He was merely providing a depressed, rich lady with a warm home.

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"Are you trying to make your literary friend stay in Chaos City?" Betty said breathlessly as she leaned on Randy, her face flushed red, allowing his naughty hands to wreak havoc under her clothes.

Randy stroked, caressed, twirled, fondled and felt the softness at his fingertips, while looking reserved and cold as he said calmly, "It is the fortune of this city to have young talented people stay behind."