My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 293

"Haha! Do you really think you're handsome? You better stop being so funny or you'll make me cry. Everybody thinks you look like dog shit!"

"Come on! Don't say that. Dog shit can always be reused as fertilizer, but this guy's really garbage."

"Damn, you're right. Dog shit is better than him."

The three young men bickered amongst themselves as they mocked Peter.

Amaris clicked her tongue, annoyed by what she heard.

Peter was her boyfriend. Only she had the right to tease Peter. She couldn't handle hearing Peter being degraded that way by anyone else.

Just as she was about to teach them a lesson, Peter placed his hand on Amaris' shoulder to stop her.

"Damn, you guys sure got manners. I've never insulted you. But you know what? You're right! You are better than poor little garbage me," Peter replied politely.

He then thought to himself, 'Who put the sound recorder on Audrey? These guys?'

"There's nothing about us that's worth insulting, really," one of them scoffed. It took him a moment to realize that Peter indirectly called them dog shit.

He was furious and shouted at Peter, "You motherfucker. Are you calling us dog shit then? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Peter pretended to tremble and quickly hid behind Amaris' small frame. He peered above her shoulder. "No, no, no. I think you misunderstand me. Don't be mad, please? This will only cause trouble in Ye family," said Peter quickly.

The man spat at his absurdity and voiced, "Damn coward!" Right after speaking this, he suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place.

He glared at Peter with a gleam of anger in his eyes. Afterwards, he turned to look at Amaris. "Beauty, are you Audrey? Boss wants to see you, you know. Let's go and see him together.

Your father is James, right? Your family is influential in Golden City. All the people should know your privileges as members of the elite, right? You wouldn't want to do the whole kidnap-ransom scheme, would you? That's too outdated. Just come with me instead,"

he arrogantly teased. He was confident enough that Amaris would obey him.

Peter frowned a little bit after hearing him speak.

He couldn't believe how arrogant this man was, and wondered who was backing him up.

Amaris glanced at Peter and met his eyes, trying to look for an answer. She was just as confused.

'Who's Audrey?' Amaris thought quietly.

Amaris kept her mouth shut. The man clicked his tongue impatiently and glared at Amaris. "Don't keep me waiting too long. Leave with us or I'll have to beat you up. You have three seconds," he said and cracked his knuckles together.

"One!

Two! Thr-" he counted down.

"Wait! Stop!" Peter yelled. The man's eyes darted across the room to glare at Peter. "I think you have the wrong person. This is Amaris, my girlfriend. She's not Audrey!" Peter expounded. He then added, "I know Audrey. She's young. She's around 20 years old. Amaris obviously doesn't look like a 20-year-old girl."

Amaris' eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

'You bastard! You think you're so funny. Obviously you just mean that I'm a mature and attractive woman!' Amaris thought to herself.

The man was quiet, seemingly deep in thought. He turned his head and looked at Amaris carefully, eyeing her figure and her face.

"That may be true," the man started. Amaris had to control herself from lunging at the man to beat him up. "But computers don't lie. Audrey's in this house," the man whispered to himself.

He stared at Peter and threatened, "You better not be playing any tricks on me, you hear? If she's not Audrey, I'm going to need more evidence than her wrinkly-old face." Amaris swore, she could have had a stroke from controlling her temper this far.

Peter wanted to laugh. 'This dumb idiot's searching for someone who he doesn't even know. This is ridiculous, ' he thought.

At the same time he ensured that these men placed the sound recorder on Audrey.

"What will I ever gain from tricking you? Believe me. I'm telling the truth," Peter replied, voice as smooth as honey.

As his fingers fumbled over the sofa that he was sitting on, he noticed the sound recorder was protruding out of it. He pretended to be surprised and yelped, "Ow! What is this? It pricked my ass!"