Wrapped around a Mere Assistant's Finger?

With the supervisor temporarily absent, the young masters held an emergency meeting.

The brothers, usually at odds from scheming against one another, with even a casual remark reeking of gunpowder,

were, for once, calm because they shared a common enemy.

"Special Assistant Chen has changed. In my memory, he was extremely cautious. Even when he disagreed, he would pretend to comply first..."

The fourth young master of the Luo Family, a man of few words with a master's in law from overseas, spoke first. Stroking his chin with one hand, his gaze deep as though he were trying a case, he said, "Generally speaking, only a major upheaval causes such a drastic change in temperament."

Old Luo First looked over. "What counts as a major upheaval?"

Luo Chenghai said, "Based on past cases, people who head down a road of no return do so because of either financial debts or romantic ones."

Old Luo First frowned in thought for half a second. "You mean he's fallen in love with me? Hah, I knew it. He's trying to play hard to get, but unfortunately..."

A teasing smile curved Luo Ming's lips. "Brother, being too conceited isn't conducive to running a company. If you can't analyze things calmly, I suggest we suspend the meeting."

"I agree with our second brother," said Luo Yu, the third young master. "Eldest Brother, you're hilarious. I think Special Assistant Chen has fallen for me. Didn't you see his eyes just now? He clearly couldn't contain his feelings."

With each harboring his own agenda, the meeting could not continue. The four young masters squatting in the corner all stood up, then went their separate ways under the astonished gazes of the servants and butler.

The livestream viewers burst out laughing.

[Pfft, no wonder this variety show is called "Oh My, So This Is What Wealthy Young Masters Are Really Like." It's completely changed my understanding of Top Alpha tycoons!]

[Exactly! What respectable young masters squat in a corner plotting at the top of their lungs? Are they here to do comedy?]

[Excuse me, which of Special Assistant Chen's eyes supposedly couldn't contain his feelings? Overanalyzing things is definitely an illness!]

[I'm starting to understand why Old Luo put them on-screen. He's afraid they'll grow more and more warped with every fantasy they dream up!]

In the old residence's study, Luo Zhenhua was rubbing between his brows in frustration.

Beside him, Steward Li gently offered reassurance. "They've improved. At least they know to gather and discuss things now. Before, they were like fire and water, snapping at each other after barely two sentences."

"I've embarrassed myself in front of the entire country." Luo Zhenhua sighed heavily. "If their parents hadn't died so young, why would I have..."

Seemingly touching on a sore spot, the old man choked up a little.

Looking as though he understood everything, Steward Li handed Old Luo some hot tea. "The young masters have had hard lives, losing their parents at such a young age."

"But you've had it even harder, having to endure the pain of outliving your children while keeping the group afloat so no one could exploit an opening."

"It's understandable that you couldn't discipline them enough."

Luo Zhenhua said nothing. He took a sip of hot tea, collecting himself before asking, "Has the director finished selecting the omegas? Is the one rumored to be involved with Luo Chen among them?"

Steward Li nodded. "Yes."

Luo Zhenhua gave a cold snort. "Not just anyone can join the Luo Family. Let's see how he performs on the show first. I won't like him if he's too meek."

"Ideally, he should be like Special Assistant Chen, speaking coolly and indifferently while still firing barbs."

Steward Li said, "..."

Few omegas had that kind of nerve.

Not only had Director Meng failed to drive him out of the monitoring room, he had even gone along with Chen Bei's line of reasoning. "A raise per person? An extra hundred thousand for each person you handle?"

"Th-that's outrageously expensive, isn't it?"

Special Assistant Chen crossed his legs. "You call that expensive? I haven't even charged an appearance fee."

"That's true." Director Meng scratched his head, then suddenly caught on. "Wait, you work for Old Luo. He said he'd pay your salary directly."

"Why don't you think it over?" Chen Bei did not drag out the argument and stood up. "If the workload is too heavy, I'll leave early."

His figure was tall and slender, and he had already reached the door as he spoke. Holding the handle, he glanced back with a faint smile on his exquisitely beautiful face. "But there's something I need to remind you of, Director Meng. Those young masters all suffer from Pheromone Dysregulation Disorder."

"Once I leave, other people might not be able to get the suppressant injections into them."

Director Meng's expression hardened. "Are you threatening me?"

Chen Bei said, "Be bolder. Drop the question mark."

Director Meng froze. "Huh?"

Chen Bei had already left the monitoring room.

The assistant beside him could not help chiming in. "He means he is threatening you."

Director Meng said, "...Shut up. No one will mistake you for a mute!"

After so many years in the entertainment industry, he had always been the one keeping celebrities in line.

Whether alpha or omega, every last one had been perfectly obedient.

Yet today, he had been wrapped around a mere assistant's finger?

He was so mad, so mad!

Fanning himself with the list of names, Director Meng cursed, "Fuck, this isn't some melodramatic novel. Since when did Pheromones dysregulation become as common as irregular periods?"

"Then..." The assistant looked hesitant.

"Pay him, pay him, pay him!" Director Meng shouted. "There are only two omegas altogether. You think I can't afford two hundred thousand?"

When Chen Bei returned to the filming location, the young masters were hanging up clothes to dry.

Evening was approaching, and rosy clouds filled the sky.

The brilliant colors tinted the white shirts red, while the sunset's lingering glow elongated the alphas' figures.

Their excellent proportions were displayed before the camera in well-tailored suit trousers,

drawing a flurry of appreciative comments.

[These shirts must be custom-made, right? How else can you just make out their muscles?]

[Those sleeve garters are so tight. I'm so excited!]

[So perky asses come standard with young masters. You can tell they're strong and good in bed!]

[I love these suited brutes. So much sexual tension!]

[Look, Special Assistant Chen is here! I refuse to believe he won't be tempted!]

Sure enough, Chen Bei walked over with one hand in his pocket and stood behind Luo Chen.

"Sneaking looks at me?" The domineering CEO turned back with an aloof, haughty air, disdain on his face. "Special Assistant Chen, you really do have feelings for..."

He suddenly froze, looking at the object in Chen Bei's hand. "What's that?"

"A toilet brush." Chen Bei smiled. "If you don't understand how to use it, President Luo,"

"I can have the runner-up from the bottom give you a detailed demonstration."

He had barely finished when two voices rang out at once.

Luo Chen said, "No need!"

Luo Yu said, "Why should I?"