chapter 11 Liz Yoguss’s request

Fiskr Small relaxed a bit, suddenly feeling a bit hungry. So, he took out a pack of braised beef instant noodles and started eating. Only halfway through, his phone suddenly rang.
After answering, a cold voice spoke.
"Be at the lobby of the Fairmont Hotel within fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting there for you."
The call ended abruptly.
It was Liz Yoguss's voice.
Was she treating him like a servant or a bodyguard?
Fiskr shook his head, tossing the unfinished braised beef instant noodles into the trash and grabbing his coat before heading out. As he left, he heard cries and things being thrown next door. It was clear that Bertha Mason was still quite agitated, and Fay Mac was carefully trying to comfort her.
Fiskr quietly closed the door and tiptoed down the stairs, not wanting them to notice.
Waving and hailing for a cab, he rushed toward the Fairmont Hotel.
Fiskr thought that in a few days, it was time to get a used car, or it would be troublesome, especially dealing with Liz's impromptu requests.
"Alas!" Fiskr sighed. He hadn't even eaten yet.
Fifteen minutes later, Fiskr exited the car and entered the lobby. Liz had been waiting for quite a while.
Liz was dressed in an elegant black ladies' coat and an aloof expression that kept others at a distance. She looked like an iceberg, tempting with an infinite conquering desire.
Seeing Fiskr arriving, Liz's expression showed a hint of displeasure.
Liz glanced at her watch and said, "You're a minute late."
Fiskr shook his head, replying, "Traffic. By the way, why did you ask me to come?"
Liz looked Fiskr up and down and was still dissatisfied. "Although you're dressed better than last time, it's still not up to par. Next time, if you dress like this, I won't let you into Suzaku Academy."
"All right, help me with a problem. Pretend to be my boyfriend and accompany me to a party."
She then took Fiskr into the elevator, pressing the button for the sixtieth floor.
Fiskr adjusted his cuff, and his phone slipped out. He opened it to find a message from Mr. K. even before Liz had called him out. Fiskr had Mr. K check the reason behind Liz calling him.
It turned out that among Liz's pursuers, there was a particularly formidable figure. He was one of the top three wealthy elites in Jadeborough's business sphere, a young and successful graduate from the Ivy League in the United States named Jerry Read. He liked to be called Mr. Read or Jerry.
He was competent, earning nearly a billion dollars in just under a year. Upon seeing Liz, he relentlessly pursued her. However, after several rejections, he resorted to cunning tactics, deliberately targeting Liz in business. Not only did he become her superior, but he also poached several of her contacts, causing Liz significant trouble. This forced Liz to attend events like this despite her desire to refuse.
Jerry wanted Liz to yield. Liz likely used Fiskr as a shield this time, just like when she used Vuk Strong against Fiskr.
Why was it always this trick?
Fiskr smiled, adjusted his sleeve, and put the phone away.
As for why he didn't directly ask Liz but went through Mr. K... Firstly, it was to let Liz know about Fiskr's capabilities. Secondly, even if he asked Liz directly, would she answer truthfully?
No, she would not.
Now, Liz looked at Fiskr, who seemed calm. Opening her red lips lightly, she asked, "Do you know why I called you here?"
Fiskr smiled slightly, saying a word.
"Shield."
Liz's eyes showed a flash of surprise, clearly becoming more curious about Fiskr. But she still spoke with an icy tone, "Knowing is enough. Just do it well. Don't let anyone find out."
Then, she recalled the incident where she and Vuk pretended to be a couple, but Fiskr saw through it with a single glance. Staring at Fiskr's face, she asked, "Do you think we look convincing?"
Jerry graduated from the Ivy League and had an observant eye in the business world. He was not easy to deceive.
"If we can pull it off, I'll give you twenty thousand dollars." Liz extended two fingers, stating her offer.
However, Fiskr shook his head.
"We can't deceive him."
"Why?"
Fiskr pointed to the significant gap between them and said...
"Would a couple maintain such a large distance? Not even holding hands?" He smiled slightly.
Liz felt embarrassed. A man hadn't touched her for all these years. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed deeply, but in the end, she lowered her head with shoulders slightly shrugged.
"Come here!" Liz said coldly.
Fiskr took a step to Liz's side. She trembled all over, struggling to control her shoulders from shaking uncontrollably. Eventually, she forcibly restrained herself.
"Just being close and you react like this?" Fiskr murmured.
Then he reached out, grabbing Liz's tiny hand. It was soft and tender.
Liz trembled violently, almost slapping Fiskr's face.
"Fake it till you make it. If you keep on trembling, how can you deceive others?" Fiskr said coldly. Liz bit her lip, forcibly enduring. At that moment, the elevator doors opened, and they had reached the sixtieth floor.
Fiskr asked, "Do we go in? If you can't convince yourself, we won't fool anyone."
Liz gritted her white teeth, deciding in an instant.
Liz tightly held onto Fiskr's hand.
"We're going in!" Her tone carried the determination of a queen as she pulled Fiskr out of the elevator.
Compared to enduring Fiskr's hand-holding, she couldn't bear Jerry's domineering presence.
Watching Liz mechanically pulling him out, Fiskr smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Relax." He glanced at the party, where lights were soft, and colors adorned the scene. Men, in snug suits, revealed fancy watches, holding lively cocktails. Confidence shone on their faces as they flaunted their presence.
Women adorned in revealing attire, deep V-necks baring their backs, flaunting sensual figures with fair skin, considering allure as their capital. Pairs of shrewd eyes meticulously select their prey for the night, eager to lure in a prosperous catch.
Countless colorful drinks highlighted luxury, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of extravagance.
This was the most common type of party among Jadeborough's silver-spooned youngsters!
"Back again." Fiskr sniffed. In his mind, there was a sense of nostalgia, as if he had returned to the dissolute and intoxicated life of five years ago.
Looking back at Liz, he saw her still wearing a tense expression. He sighed.
"Relax a bit. You can do it."
"Mmm, I'll go touch up my makeup." Liz let go of Fiskr's hand and quickly left.
Watching her graceful figure, Fiskr wiped the sweat from his palms and shook his head. At that moment, a voice filled with irony came from behind.
"What's wrong? First time in such an upscale place, palms sweaty from nervousness?"