The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 111

Chapter 111: If I Were a DJ, Would You Love Me?

Some people even started to put their arms around each other’s shoulders and drink arm-in-arm.

Wen En sat at the bar and watched this group of people, feeling speechless.

No, your relationship is developing too fast.

He took a sip of his drink and continued to observe the surrounding environment.

His gaze was like a camera, sweeping across the faces of these people, trying to find any trace of Peter or Donaldson in the crowd. But unfortunately, Peter didn’t seem to be here.

Wen En glanced at the electronic clock on the wall. It was still early evening. He didn’t know how long he would have to wait for Peter to appear.

Hmm? Is there something going on over there?

Wen En looked up, and his gaze returned to Romeo.

At this time, Romeo was wearing headphones and was working hard at the DJ booth.

Several Omegas were holding drinks and surrounding him, casting admiring glances at him.

One of the Omegas even wanted to offer him a glass of clear, mint-leaf-adorned drink. Romeo smiled and waved his hand in refusal, pointing to the DJ booth, indicating that he had to concentrate on DJing.

The rejected Omega was not discouraged and insisted on getting closer. Suddenly, he seemed to have tripped over something. The hand holding the glass trembled, and the glass of clear mint drink was splashed towards Romeo.

Romeo’s reaction was quite fast. He turned sideways, and the glass of drink did not splash on him, but it completely drenched the DJ booth in front of him.

Fortunately, the waterproof function of this DJ booth was good, and there was no major problem. Despite this, the Omega’s face still turned very ugly.

The gazes of the surrounding people were all on the Omega. They stared at him while covering their mouths, probably saying bad things about him.

The Omega’s face grew uglier and uglier. He placed the empty glass next to the DJ booth and turned to leave.

After watching this farce, Wen En also finished the last sip of his drink. He glanced at the bartender who was slacking off at the bar and said, “Hello, a vodka soda, please.”

Hearing that he had actually ordered a drink, the bartender’s suspended heart finally relaxed.

Phew, at least this time he’s not ordering coffee in a bar.

“Your vodka soda, thank you.” This drink was relatively simple. Just add 30ml of vodka to iced soda water, and then add two slices of lemon. The bartender quickly finished it and brought the drink to Wen En.

Wen En said “thank you” again, took the bottle of drink, and walked towards Romeo in the center of the stage.

After the awkward farce just now, the drunkards did not dare to get too close to the DJ booth. Therefore, Wen En smoothly and without much crowding, walked to Romeo.

The surrounding people paid a lot of attention to this. After all, Scotch was a big internet celebrity. It was not strange for him to come and talk to this DJ.

Seeing Wen En come over, Romeo’s smile was much more sincere than when he was facing the few Omegas just now.

He took the drink that Wen En handed him and took a big gulp with a grin.

“How’s the situation?” Wen En asked him.

“What?” Romeo took off the headphones connected to the DJ booth and said, “The music here is too loud. Speak louder.”

Wen En: “…I said! How’s the situation!”

Romeo: “Oh, it’s great!”

Wen En: …

This answer is the same as not saying anything.

Suddenly, Romeo patted his shoulder and said, “Behind you.”

“What?” The music was indeed very loud. This time, it was Wen En’s turn not to hear clearly.

Romeo leaned in close to his ear and said, “I said, behind you!”

With that, Wen En subconsciously turned his head.

He saw that directly behind him, not far away, was the elevator door.

The elevator doors had already opened. Wen En saw Peter, with Donaldson’s face, followed by a strange-looking old man, and a plain-looking Beta dragging a suitcase, walk out.

Perhaps Wen En’s gaze was too abrupt. Peter seemed to have sensed something and looked up towards the stage.

Wen En keenly turned his head back. He met Romeo’s eyes and told him with his eyes: Peter is finally here.

“I know!” Romeo replied with a super loud voice.

Just as Wen En was thinking about a countermeasure, Romeo suddenly pinched his chin.

“What are you doing?” Wen En said irritably.

The next moment, a wet thing with the taste of lemon and alcohol was pressed against his mouth.

Wen En: ???

Wen En’s eyes widened.

He was so shocked that he subconsciously opened his mouth slightly, but this gave Romeo an opportunity to send the mouthful of vodka lemon soda he had just drunk into Wen En’s mouth.

The taste of lemon, the taste of vodka, the spicy taste of soda water, and the taste of lemon mixed with coconut Alpha pheromones mixed together. Wen En felt like he had fallen into a whirlpool of mixed fruit wine.

The two large glasses of “Americano with cream cap” made of whiskey and Bailey’s had not made him drunk, but this glass of Romeo’s had almost gotten him drunk.

What is this little bastard up to again?

Wen En’s mind was a little confused.

Why does he never play by the rules?

Fortunately, in a few seconds, Romeo very appropriately let go of Wen En.

He looked at Wen En’s dissatisfied gaze, just smiled, and said with his lips:

“They went to the room at eight o’clock.”

At the thought of the mission, Wen En’s brain instantly calmed down. He nodded seriously, meaning that he knew.

“You wait for me outside,” Wen En said.

Romeo nodded.

Wen En no longer hesitated. Under Romeo’s reluctant gaze, he turned around and walked in the direction of eight o’clock.

“…”

Seeing Mr. Scotch leave the DJ stage, the surrounding crowd was no longer in the mood to dance.

No, the effect of this alcohol is too strong.

Many people present knew Scotch, and they were also acquaintances with Romeo. They knew that Scotch’s preference had always been for hot and wild Omegas. Who knew that his preference would suddenly change, and he would kiss an Alpha like Romeo?

Although Romeo was handsome, with exquisite features and an elegant, artistic temperament, no matter how artistic, he was still an Alpha, a completely different existence from an Omega…

The flames of gossip burned in everyone’s eyes.

This was too dramatic.

Romeo was right. At eight o’clock from Wen En, there was indeed a closed double door.

This meant that if he pushed open this door, there would be a vast space inside.

Wen En turned his head and looked behind him again. Sure enough, this bar-like place was just a cover. The real investment conference might be behind this door.

Wen En turned his head back, reached out, and knocked on the door three times.

Soon, the door opened a crack, the width of a palm.

An Alpha, a head and a half taller than Wen En (heavens, he looked like a basketball player), with a smooth, hairless head, and a scar across his entire face, peeked out.

The Alpha’s eyes scanned Wen En like a reconnaissance plane and said in a dull, iron-like voice, “Please come in, Mr. Scotch.”

With that, he opened the door a little wider, barely enough for an adult man to enter.

Wen En nodded and walked in.

However, the moment he walked in, he heard a dull “thump.” He turned around and saw that the bald Alpha had already quickly closed the door and was looking at Wen En with a blank expression.

“Now, please cooperate with my work, Mr. Scotch,” the bald Alpha said, revealing the pistol at his waist.

This pistol looked very old-fashioned. Wen En had only seen it when he visited a gun museum, but it was the most common type of gun on Pluto III.

The bald Alpha’s meaning was not to fight him head-on.

“Raise your hands,” the bald Alpha said unceremoniously. “Forearms above your head.”

Of course, Wen En did as he was told. After all, he had no weapons on him. If he were to fight head-on, it would be like an egg hitting a rock.

Seeing Wen En’s cooperation, the bald Alpha’s expression did not soften at all. He gave a look to the person behind Wen En.

Soon, another tall Alpha with a tattooed face came over with a security scanner, stood in front of Wen En, and slowly squatted down, giving Wen En a full scan from bottom to top.

The whole process went very smoothly, until the scanner reached Wen En’s face, and it suddenly beeped a few times.

“Maybe it’s my glasses?” Wen En said, about to take off his glasses.

“Please don’t move.”

The tattooed-faced Alpha said, and preemptively took off the glasses on the bridge of Wen En’s nose and waved them in front of the scanner a few times.

This time, the scanner had no reaction.

“I bought these at a second-hand store,” Wen En said. “If you want them, I can give them to you.”

The tattooed-faced man did not speak, but just glanced at Wen En, took the glasses to the scar-faced man’s side, whispered a few words in his ear, and then left with the glasses.

“Can I go and see Mr. Donaldson now?” Wen En said. “Bro, my hands are so sore.”

Only then did the scar-faced man shift his gaze to Wen En’s face. “Just a moment, sir.”

The scar-faced man came to Wen En and said, “There’s one last check.”

With that, the scar-faced man squatted down and manually checked Wen En’s body for any dangerous items from bottom to top.

After checking the front, the scar-faced man lowered his head and said in a cold voice, “Please turn around, Mr. Scotch.”

Again? Is there no end to this?

This Peter was really paranoid.

Despite his complaints, Wen En knew that it was not a good idea to start a conflict in this situation, so he obediently turned around, his back to the scar-faced man.

This time, the scar-faced man searched him from top to bottom. It was normal at first, until the scar-faced man suddenly patted Wen En’s lower back, not too heavily, not too lightly.

Wen En: ???

“Good workout, Mr. Scotch,” the scar-faced man said.

Wen En: ???

Can he cuff this psycho, who looks like he has a lot of criminal records, and throw him in prison?

“Alright, the search is over,” the scar-faced man said. “No dangerous items. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Scotch.”

The corner of Wen En’s mouth twitched subtly.

It feels like all of Peter’s subordinates are a bunch of sexually repressed perverts.

Of course, Peter was also a psychopath. As expected, perverts are attracted to perverts.

The scar-faced man walked up to him and said, “I’ll take you to Mr. Donaldson.”

“Please,” Wen En said.

Wen En followed the scar-faced man and finally had the opportunity to size up this hidden and spacious room.

This place was completely different from the outside. There were no Beta waiters coming and going with trays, nor were there any fashionable and exquisite, enthusiastic and unrestrained Omegas. Instead, there were many tall and strong Alphas with fierce expressions.

With years of work experience, Wen En determined that this group of people were a group of mercenaries who had committed many murders and were most likely wanted.

The scar-faced man was obviously one of them. He led Wen En through this group of terrifying people and came to a round table.

Donaldson, or rather, Peter, was sitting in the center of the round table. On his left and right were eight Alphas.

These eight people had a completely different temperament from the fierce and desperate man like the scar-faced man. Their hair was all harmoniously and uniformly styled with hair gel, and they were wearing low-key but expensive custom-made suits. The tie on each person’s chest was worth several years of Wen En’s work.

When Wen En appeared here, they turned their heads like penguins and silently examined him.

Wen En could roughly guess the identities of these people. They were all high-level executives of Joseph Hall Biotechnology, members of the board of directors, and representatives of other financial groups that had financial dealings with the company.

“Please have a seat,” Donaldson looked at Wen En and said.

The scar-faced man timely took a black chair and placed it behind Wen En.

Wen En slowly sat down.

“Long time no see, Scotch,” Peter sized up Wen En, the corners of his eyes curved, and he said with a smile, “I’ve heard all about your affairs.”

“Long time no see,” Wen En smiled.

“Including just now, your affair with Romeo Solstice,” Peter put away his smile, but his tone did not change. His tone even had a hint of frivolity.

“You know there are cameras outside. Everything that is discovered outside will appear on the computer screen without a single detail missing.”

“So what?” the corner of Wen En’s mouth turned up slightly. Even he did not realize that his tone had a subtle softness.

Peter’s, oh no, Donaldson’s face grew even darker.

“I mean, Scotch,” Peter said, “When did you change your taste?”

An interesting question.

But Wen En knew that in order not to be exposed, he could not answer Peter’s question.

So, Wen En raised an eyebrow, looked at Peter meaningfully, and said:

“What, are you jealous?”

The moment he finished speaking, the entire round table fell into a strange silence.

These uniformly dressed capitalists looked at each other, communicating silently with their eyes.

“Bang—”

Peter suddenly stood up, and the chair behind him was knocked to the ground.

Wen En looked at him calmly, but the other party was obviously not very calm. Wen En could see the burning anger in his eyes.

As if, as if that sentence had just insulted him.

The scar-faced man timely appeared, picked up the fallen chair, and then quickly disappeared.

Peter sat down again.

Wen En shrugged and said, “Bro, take your attention away from my private life. When can we talk about business?”