Pampered by the Demon

The noise she made lifted Mike’s head up from the computer.

“Sorry. I met a strange guy when I was browsing the forum. Go ahead. Don’t worry about me!”

Scarlett explained awkwardly and unsurely found that he seemed angry.

“A strange guy?” His voice was a bit colder.

“Yeah, his comment made me feel like I saw a group of mammoths from the Ice Age come back to life, dancing in a grass skirt! Funny, right?”

Scarlett felt that her joke was funny, but cold at the same time.

It seemed that the coldness in the room had nothing to do with the temperature, since Mike’s office was seasonal heated. Scarlett gazed around and then she eyed him.

“Is your work not going well?”

He made it cold, right?

Mike snorted, showing that he didn’t want to talk to her.

Scarlett read some information from his expression.

He was extremely unhappy right now.

She was sure that she had not offended him. He was making trouble out of nothing.

She didn’t see herself doing anything wrong. Scarlett looked back at the phone and talked to herself with relish.

“Mike, the quality of your company’s mobile phone is really good. The phone screen is still perfect after being slammed so heavily!”

The mobile phone was a hot sale type from a subsidiary company of the Abraham Group. It was said that Mike had participated in the design of the system.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Being the top 3 hot sale types in the world, this phone was once the pride of Mike. But now, he hated it very much.

Scarlett lowered her head and responded to the comment from “My family has a little dumb pig”.

“Jerk-ex: He has married his job. Such kind of man only likes money, not me.”

“My family has a little dumb pig: Oh? What did he do? Pour it out. I can help you analyze it.”

Glad that she had someone to talk to, Scarlett took a peep at Mike and typed in a bunch of his evil deeds on her phone.

Picky about food, pretentious, sharp-tongued, scheming, temperamental, moody…

When it came to listing his disadvantages, she just couldn’t stop.

Last but not least, restricting her personal freedom!

After finished typing in, she let out a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely at ease.

Looking at Mike again, she found Mike’s seemed to be even gloomier.

Scarlett put down her phone and asked, “Are you having a stomach again?”

He let out another snort and didn’t even look at her.

“When are you going to let me go?”

“I don’t like to talk when I work,” he said coldly. He didn’t even raise his head as he casually tapped his long fingers on the keyboard.

“Alright.”

He seemed to be in a very bad mood now, and Scarlett didn’t bother to think about why he was suddenly like this. He used to be like this.

Looking at her phone again, she was puzzled.

The forum she just read had become digital gibberish.

“Mike, what is the password for your office Wi-Fi?” She thought that there might be something wrong with her phone network.

“Give me your phone,” he said impatiently.

He helped her connect to the Wi-Fi. It was then she found that only her article “Please analyze my ‘sex without love’ ex-husband!” was banned.

“What’s wrong with this forum? Rubbish.”

After grumbling, Scarlett asked when she saw the messy graphic codes on his computer, “What is it for?”

“A hacker program. I made it myself, for the websites that I don’t like.” For example, forums that could find all the dirt on ex-husbands or things like that.

“Wow. You know this too? You went to Harvard Business School, didn’t you? How do you know this?” Being a hacker seemed so powerful.

“There is an essential difference between humans and pigs,” he slowly closed the web page.

Scarlett couldn’t help but thought that he was arrogant.

After a while, the forum had recovered. She could find all the posts except hers. It was then she received a private mail from “My family has a little dumb pig”.

“My family has a little dumb pig” gave her his Line ID, which Scarlett friended later.

With his profile picture being that of a cartoon piglet, this guy was also from Harvard Business School, which was graduated in the same year as Mike.

“Do you have a classmate called Myke in Harvard?” Scarlett asked Mike.

Speaking of which, Scarlett found a certain kind of familiarity with this name.

“No.”

Scarlett didn’t hover on this. It was probably a fake profile.

It was awesome that Mike didn’t know him. She had just said so many bad things about him, to which he would definitely take revenge if he heard that.

Through a casual chat with Myke, Scarlett realized that even though this person did not type much, he cut to the point in every sentence.

In the beginning, she just wanted to find someone to vent all the resentment she held in her heart towards Mike. Unknowingly, they had chatted a lot. With someone who accompanied her to kill the time, she gradually forgot about the matter of Mike restricting her freedom.

Mike had been busy all this time. Other than him flipping through the information and occasionally tapping on the keyboard, there was no other sound of him.

By the time the thick documents on his desk had been processed, it was already sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Scarlett had just run out of battery, only to find that it was already time to get off work.

“Why are you still here?” He seemed to have just discovered her existence and frowned unhappily.

Scarlett was annoyed, “You locked the door!”

Shameless!

“Oh, I forgot,” He casually pressed the remote control and with a click, the automatic door unlocked.

“You can get out of here now.”

His attitude brought Scarlett great anger. He was the one who didn’t allow her to go, and now he was the one still who told her to go!

“You said that you had something to tell me after you finished,” She tried to remind him calmly.

She stayed here for half a day because of that. Half a day!

He picked up his phone, his slender fingers turning it elegantly, “I don’t have now.”

Scarlett was furious.

“Mike, are you crazy? I am really glad that I have divorced you. No one will be willing to spend the rest of her life with a man like you.”

He raised his eyebrows, “However, girls will line up for me.”

Scarlett spit out a curse and was about to leave. She couldn’t bear any communication with him!

“I don’t mind you cutting the queue.”

As his voice came from behind, Scarlett turned around and quickly pointed her middle finger at him.

“We are never getting back again!”

She slammed the door and left.

Mike took out the paper that was placed in the drawer.

He had her stay because he wanted to give this to her.

Having the proposal about rebuilding the Lauren Group torn apart by the shredder, Mike laughed coldly. That was something he did not want to give her now.

Inside the chat box on Line, the words like picky about food, pretentious, sharp-tongued, and moody were very eye-catching…