His Five Little Rascals

Enemies cross paths; he has to personally "audition."

"Not a chance!" Monica Davis gritted her teeth, forcing those two words out with a fierce glare.

This guy was definitely doing it on purpose. In front of so many people, he wanted her to perform a romantic scene just to humiliate her.

"Hmph! If you want to act, go ahead and do it yourself," Monica huffed angrily as she turned to leave.

"If you refuse to follow your boss's reasonable arrangements and breach the contract, you could be liable for a hefty compensation. How much was it again?" Gavriel Mason asked, completely unfazed, a sly smile playing on his lips like a cunning fox.

"Sir, it's 10 million," the director chimed in, eager to please, as he opened the contract and pointed out the specific clause to Monica.

"What? 10 million!!! You might as well go rob a bank!" Monica exclaimed, nearly dropping her jaw in shock. In a fit of rage, she swatted the contract away.

"So, what's it going to be? Are you going to act or not?" Gavriel leaned in closer, his voice dripping with charm.

After a pause, he added with a hint of threat, "If you refuse to perform, I'll have no choice but to notify the lawyers and discuss the compensation with you."

"Fine, fine! I'll do it!" Monica bit her lip, finally conceding defeat.

"Well then, let's get started," Gavriel Mason said, leaning back and spreading his arms wide, a challenging grin on his face.

Monica Davis took a deep breath, dragging her leaden legs as she slowly approached him with heavy steps.

Matthew Carter, standing nearby, curiously observed Monica, quickly forming a guess in his mind. Could this be the same woman from last night?

Before long, Monica reached Gavriel's side. According to the script, the emperor sat on his throne, while the delicate maid swayed her slender waist and settled onto his lap. She used every trick in the book to win his affection, ultimately earning his favor.

"Hmm?" Gavriel raised an eyebrow threateningly as he noticed Monica's flushed face and her stiff posture, standing still without making a move.

"Damn it!" Knowing she couldn't avoid this today, Monica gritted her teeth and boldly straddled his lap, deliberately sitting down heavily.

Then, leaning in closer, she flashed a mischievous smile that hinted at her intentions...

Suddenly, Gavriel's gaze darkened, an unexplainable intensity filling the air.

Around them, the staff held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Each of them felt their hearts race and their faces flush, wanting to watch but too afraid to look.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Monica Davis locked eyes with Gavriel Mason, her gaze sparkling with mischief.

You think you can bully me? Not a chance.

With that thought in mind, Monica slowly reached her right hand toward Gavriel's lower back. At the same time, a silver needle slipped silently to her fingertips. With a swift motion, she jabbed it into a pressure point on his waist.

"Ugh!" Gavriel let out a muffled groan, feeling a sudden sharp pain shoot through his side.

In an instant, all his self-control unraveled.

"Ah!!!"

At that moment, Monica seemed startled and suddenly slid off Gavriel's lap, landing directly on the floor.

Her scream successfully drew everyone's attention.

However, when they realized what was happening, their faces turned beet red, and they looked utterly embarrassed.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Gavriel's expression darkened, his voice low and filled with fury.

"Y-yes, yes!"

The crowd, startled, quickly averted their eyes, their faces flushed as they hurriedly shuffled out of the room, heads down in shame.

"Well? Do you want to keep auditioning?" Monica Davis asked smugly as she got up from the floor, brushing off the dust with a mischievous grin.

"Damn woman, get out," Gavriel Mason growled through clenched teeth, lowering his voice dangerously as he narrowed his eyes.

Although he had indeed felt something earlier, he was confident in his ability to control himself. There was no way he would let things spiral out of control. The sharp pain in his side was still fresh in his memory; it was definitely this annoying woman’s doing. How infuriating!

"Bye-bye!" Monica replied cheerfully, her smile radiant as she swayed her slender waist and strutted out with an air of indifference.

"Young Master..." Matthew Carter cautiously called out, noticing Gavriel Mason's dark expression.

"Go back!" Gavriel snapped, finally managing to regain his composure. He stood up abruptly and strode toward the exit, feeling utterly humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in this place for another moment.

Outside the side door, three little heads peeked in, huddled together. They had finally managed to lock Ansel, who was supposed to be watching over them, in a room and had sneaked out to find their mom. To their surprise, they stumbled upon this scene.

Little Princess Lila pouted, her eyes filling with tears. "Waaah! He's a bad guy for bullying Mommy!"

Greig clenched his little fists tightly. "This is outrageous! We thought he could be Mommy's pet, but it turns out he's a big bad guy!"

Brandon Davis was filled with righteous anger. "No way! We have to get revenge for Mommy."

"Right! Let's go after him and take care of him!"

The three of them had been sneaking around, following Monica Davis, but they unexpectedly stumbled upon Gavriel Mason "bullying" their mother.

With determination, they stood up, hand in hand, and marched toward the garage.

An hour later, at the West Mountain Villa.

The trunk of a sleek silver Rolls Royce was pried open just enough for three agile figures to slip out quickly.

They hid under a banyan tree, crouching together in a tight circle.

"This place is so big. Where are we supposed to find that big bad guy?"

"I think we should go that way."

"No, no, no! We should go this way."

"No! You’re all wrong. Look, that direction is definitely right."

As their opinions clashed, the three little ones began to argue, but after a long while, they still couldn't come to a conclusion.

Finally, ignoring each other, they decided to split up and see who could really get revenge for Mommy.

As Greig walked along the shade of the trees, he looked up and spotted a doghouse.

Inside the luxurious house, a lazy Tibetan mastiff lay sprawled out.

It was massive, with glossy black fur that had no stray hairs, exuding an air of undeniable dominance as it rested with its eyes closed.

"Wow! What a handsome dog!"

Greig's eyes lit up, feeling no fear at all as he bounced over excitedly.

Hearing the noise, the Tibetan Mastiff suddenly lifted its eyelids, fierce eyes locking onto Greig with an intense glare.

In that moment, its ferocity was unmistakable.