Cheryl was flustered.
“My dear, don’t worry. Don’t worry, let me figure it out for you…” Marcus comforted Cheryl. He was also anxious about it.
Those who could compose and write songs were not readily available. Where could he possibly find another songwriter in such a short time?
“Perhaps I can help you?” A faint voice said; it was Darryl.
Darryl looked at Cheryl and said, “I can write songs. Maybe I can help you?”
What?
He could write songs?
Marcus was taken aback for a moment, and then he kicked Darryl again.
“Bastard! Who do you think you are? Do you even know music? Trouble us again, and I will kill you right away.”
Cheryl glared at Darryl and said coldly, “Stop your pretences. Are you trying to use that as an excuse to escape? I wanted to spare your worthless life, but now, I won’t pity you.”
She believed that Darryl had merely spouted nonsense.
Darryl cleared his throat before he started to hum. ” Sweet honey, you smile so sweetly. It seems that flowers are blooming in the spring breeze…”
What?
Marcus was stunned to hear the catchy melody. He stared at Darryl blankly.
Cheryl was even more inexplicably excited. She was a seasoned celebrity, and she could identify a good song as she heard it. She knew how good the music was!
She was delighted!
She did not expect that the lowly bastard could compose songs!
Cheryl said to Darryl excitedly, “Can you write down the entire score for me?”
As she said that, Cheryl brought paper and pen to Darryl; her eyes were filled with expectation.
Darryl smiled as he nodded and said, “Well, you’ll have to release my acupoints first.”
Darryl glanced at Marcus and said, “Also, he can’t be around here.”
Marcus yelled, “Why?”
“I don’t like having unnecessary people around when I compose songs,” Darryl commented.
Marcus was furious. The brat had crossed the line.
“Marcus, release his acupoints and go away,”
Cheryl ordered.
Marcus was very reluctant, but he had to contain his anger and release Darryl.
“Brat, you had better not play tricks on me,” Marcus said coldly before he turned around and went downstairs.
Darryl and Cheryl were the only ones left on the second floor.
Darryl walked toward Cheryl and sat on the chair like an important person.
Cheryl became a little anxious and urged Darryl after she noticed that he had not started to write anything on the paper. “Hey, you! Get to writing now!”
“Why are you so anxious?”
Darryl looked at Cheryl with a smile and said, “You have to promise me one condition if you want me to write this song.”
How dared he bargain with her?
The expression on Cheryl’s face changed; she was very annoyed, but she managed to say, “What is the condition?”
She had to release a new song the next day and time had run out. She would agree with his condition if it were not something preposterous.
The smile on Darryl’s face grew thicker, and he spelled it out clearly, “Kneel and call me master.”
They made Darryl kneel even though he explained that it was merely a misunderstanding.
How could he possibly feel any better if he did not make her repay that?