Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 20

Aishe –

Beautiful and luxurious decoration, the sound of music that dominates the room, some people who clustered with the topic of each conversation.

So, is this like a party?

Aishe was leaning on the balcony barrier, enjoying the night atmosphere from the 10th floor which was quite charming. When cool to enjoy the breeze, suddenly his ears hear a shitty talk.

"Why have a handsome face? He can only sit, can't satisfy you!"

"Haha. Too bad, that handsome guy can only sit in a wheelchair."

"I heard, the couple she brought was pretty."

"Beautiful? He's just a errand boy. Look, he's just pushing a wheelchair, can't hold his hand."

"really. After all, who told him to refuse the engagement to the Rogan family. Diego ... He still considers himself tall!"

The longer you listen, the more you make your ears and heart hot. Almost two months he knew Diego, although the man was annoying, but the treatment was pretty good.

Hot lava had already gushed out, Aishe had started to act to prank them. He walked with a champagne glass in his hand, as he approached three women who were busy gossiping, he pretended to stumble and spill his drink.

"Yes! Sorry, sorry," he said without guilt.

"What are you doing?" shouted a woman in a blue dress that was champagne-filled. "Apologies for bringing things back?" She flicked the skirt with an annoyed face.

"Where are you from?" one of the others was about to push Aishe, but deftly the woman's hand was on the edge.

"Anyday, not intentionally!" ledek Aishe happy.

Derya, the woman whose clothes were spilled by champagne was even more furious with Aishe's treatment, especially when the hands of her best friend, Elma, were just patted away. When Aishe's gaze was diverted, he took advantage of it by pushing his shoulders.

"Where are you from?" cynically. "You know what my clothes cost?"

"Tiffany Co's. The blue dress with sparkling beads was issued in the spring of last year, with a limited edition. Replaced with a price of 140 thousand dollars in America," explained Aishe xylophone, making three people gasped in awe at once.

"Y-yes. You know pretty much what it looks like."

Seeing Derya who was nervous as she spoke, made Aishe raise one corner of her lips. Folding both of his hands, he said in a haughty style.

"Ah, I remember. This dress is only made 5 pieces, and from the 5th it …." Aishe looked cynically. "I didn't find a list of domestic purchases."

Once again, Aishe managed to make Derya flinch in shock until she took one step back.

"What do you mean?" said nervous. "I-I ordered through an overseas shopping site."

"Oh, really? Remember, Tiffani never marketed her collection online."

"Am I the one who's less up to date?"

Feeling her friend being cornered by a foreign woman who is out of nowhere. Elma took the initiative to help Derya by pulling Aishe's shoulder. But the woman who had been weak, actually fought back. Aishe took Elma's hand, and twisted it backwards.

"Hhhh .. aahh! You, you fucking woman!"

"Hey, release! You're a fucking whore!"

Three against one, of course the fight was unfair. Although Aishe already dared to bully and fight, but he could not face the attacks of 3 people at once.

For her safety, she releases Elma's hand before her two friends brutally attack her.

"You want compensation? I can compensate you for the price of Tiffany's dress!" aishe said confidently.

"But …." Aishe suddenly pulled out her phone from inside the bag. "Ahh ... who should I say this to?"

Hearing Aishe's words made the three people look at each other in wonder. Just as they were about to comment, a voice recording played out. Apparently, Aishe had secretly recorded the three people gossiping.

"Everyone who attended the party was a co-worker from Yosan. Either it is invited in person or it comes with an electronic invitation. Yosan himself has been working with BIN for a dozen years. In fact, half of their capital is a loan."

"Although Mr. Diego no longer occupies the chair of the president, but one voice is still obeyed by the entire staff of the company. So …."

"Gee!" Aishe suddenly closed her mouth. "I shouldn't have to explain this to you guys. It is better to report directly to Yosan's president."

Aishe's threat seems to be on target. The three women were silent without a wiggle and bowed completely regretfully. In the end, they stopped Aishe from leaving and apologized.

"You'd better remember, 'your mouth is your day'" Aishe's message before they leave on their own.

Aishe breathed a sigh of relief after they left. For the first time, he smiled with satisfaction, even though his hand had tremored earlier.

From behind the glass window that is the separation between the ballroom and the balcony. Diego silently smiled smugly looking at Aishe. Apparently, he had been watching Aishe from his place. Seeing how the girl defended him in a smart way.

"You satisfied, sir?" Ashan handed Diego a glass of wine.

"Emmm. He learned a lot today."

Diego wiggled the wine glass, smelled the thick aroma of the fermented grapes, then took a slow sip.