Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 11

However, the fire chief had no choice but to ignore it, pretending not to know. He had received an enormous donation under the condition that they tolerate the troublesome young master for just one year. He was promised the latest fire trucks and equipment, things he had long coveted. Who could resist such a sweet temptation?

The staff felt the same way. They were angry that someone was coming in so easily, having skipped the long, difficult process they themselves went through. But after a year, once the reward was received, they would understand and forgive the chief.

Still, it was hard to understand why Miller would spend such a large sum just for his son’s idle project. But of course, it was possible because of his immense wealth. A common person like him would never dream of doing something like this.

Even Ashley Miller, who had no compassion for others, seemed to care deeply for her child.

The fire chief had spoken to his staff, but as he thought more about it, an unpleasant feeling twisted inside him. Still, he had no choice but to bear with it. After all, the saying “just hold out for one year” applied to him as well.

Clearing his throat, the fire chief picked up the papers in front of him and made a show of scribbling on them.

“I’ve heard about it from Congressman Miller. Still, there are some basic procedures to go through, so I’ll need to ask a few questions. Is that alright?”

“Yes, of course.”

This had already been discussed in advance. It was just a formality, but it couldn’t be skipped. They couldn’t afford to have someone accuse them of illegal activity later.

The fire chief cleared his throat once more, straightened his posture, and looked at the man before him.

“Introduce yourself. Tell me who you are.”

“My name is Grayson Miller.”

Starting with his simple name, he continued smoothly, speaking without hesitation. Throughout his speech, the fire chief’s expression remained unchanged. The questions were dull, typical ones asked of those wanting to become firefighters. Whatever answer Grayson gave, the result was already decided. The fire chief listened to his words absentmindedly.

...Wait?

As he continued to listen to Grayson’s smoothly flowing voice, the fire chief began to realize that something was wrong. He unconsciously shifted in his seat, snapped back to focus, and asked the next question, but the situation didn’t change. If anything, it became more unsettling.

The content of his words, his tone, gestures, and even the way he looked at the fire chief.

As the fire chief watched everything, goosebumps started to rise on his skin.

“Extreme alphas are all psychopaths.”

And then, a thought he had once heard flashed in his mind.

They were beautiful enough to captivate everyone, but their minds were as broken as their beauty. Someone who had expressed a deep hatred for extreme alphas had once said that, and that person had insisted that no one outside of an extreme alpha could ever understand them.

When that thought collided with the man standing before him, a chill ran down the fire chief’s spine.

A few men, looking up at the clear blue sky with no clouds in sight, soon exchanged silent glances. They had already heard that Grayson Miller was heading to the fire chief’s office, so their time for a face-to-face encounter was near.

“Are we all ready?”

One of them asked, and the others nodded in turn.

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“It’s time for him to come out. He’ll be here soon.”

“We need to make sure he learns his lesson from the start. He needs to understand that being a firefighter is no easy job.”

“We’ll make him piss himself on the spot.”

“It’ll be hilarious to watch him piss himself and run off.”

“Help me, help me!”

At someone’s mocking cry, the men burst into laughter. They were used to muscle training and physical work. A regular man wouldn’t even be a challenge. And with Valentina watching, it was the perfect moment to show off their manliness to her. Come on, you rookie rich kid!

The men stood with their muscles pumped up, staring in the direction they expected Grayson to appear. The silence was filled with tension, but it didn’t last long.

“...He’s coming.”

Someone murmured as they heard the approaching footsteps. The sound of a dry swallow followed. One man clenched his fist and adjusted his posture, while the others’ gazes immediately shifted to someone rounding the corner.

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The first person to appear was the chief, and their eyes quickly moved to the next person.

Let’s see if you can hold your proud face together. You’ll be pissing like a baby soon enough.

Under the menacing gazes, Grayson finally appeared.

Something seemed off with the perspective.

The first thought that collectively crossed their minds was that something felt wrong. They all knew that Ashley Miller, the head of the Miller family, was known for his towering height, so they had vaguely expected that his son, Grayson, would also be tall. Some of them had even seen photos or videos of him through the media, so they had somewhat prepared for it.

But imagining it and seeing it in person were worlds apart. The giant man walking toward them seemed to be at least three heads taller than anyone else, leaving them stunned and speechless.

It wasn’t just the height that made them question their eyes. His dazzling golden hair gleamed under the sunlight, and his intense violet eyes added a mysterious # Nоvеlight # aura to his presence.

His horizontal, elongated eyes, smooth nose that seemed never to have broken, and a perfectly proportioned mouth with wide, thick lips—he was flawless. His well-built, muscular chest showed through a couple of undone shirt buttons, and his long limbs matched his tall frame. Even his fingers were beautiful. He looked like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

And he emitted an unbelievably sweet scent, one so intoxicating that it made them dizzy.

This man shouldn’t be here.

They vaguely thought to themselves. It was clear he had gotten the wrong place. Maybe he was here to film a promotional video for the fire department. Yes, that must be it. Everyone had the same thought in their heads. This couldn’t be the troublemaker they had been waiting for.

They stood, staring at the man a few steps away, mesmerized, until a deliberate cough brought their attention back to reality. But even then, they couldn’t take their eyes off him.

The fire chief spoke.

“This is Grayson Miller. You probably already know, but he’ll be with us for the next year. I hope you all welcome him. It’s a short time, so I believe you’ll all get along.”

This carried the meaning of “just bear with it for one year.” They all understood that and, after a brief pause, the reality set in.

The troublemaker they had been waiting for was right in front of them.

“Is this kid Miller?”

One of them scowled and asked, his eyes still fixed on Grayson, his face showing a rebellious expression, though his tone seemed to carry disbelief.

“Yeah.”

The fire chief answered reluctantly.

“I’ve already discussed the basics, so let’s keep it brief and move on. I’ll give you the details about the job tomorrow, so don’t push yourselves.”

It was an attempt to discourage any trouble, but it was uncertain how far they would follow. The fire chief gave one last look of distrust toward Grayson before adding,

“We’ll have a welcome party at the bar tonight, so make sure everyone shows up. Those who aren’t here can meet him then.”

The fire chief tried to sound considerate, but Grayson Miller seemed completely uninterested. His gaze scanned the interior of the fire station, his towering frame giving him a clear view, and the fire chief sighed before leaving.

At least, he thought, the adults would handle things on their own. He had done what he could. There was no need to give further warnings about that man.