Chapter 113
[Mitchell Cronenwirth Buys Conor’s Miami Villa for $10 Million in Cash]
Mitchell Cronenwirth has made headlines by purchasing English soccer player Conor Bowen’s (Chelsea FC) villa in cash. The modern villa, located on Miami Beach, spans 15,000 square feet.
In an interview with a magazine, Mitchell mentioned that as soon as he finishes filming his current movie “Racing Instinct,” he will take an extended vacation for personal time. Mitchell Cronenwirth has never taken a break from acting since his debut.
…While also clearing his upcoming schedule, people around him are surprised by the first vacation of Mitchell, who is known as a workaholic. The remaining film shooting is expected to wrap up in early September.
“…What’s this?”
I alternately looked at the article about Mitchell on the internet and Mitchell sitting across from me at the dining table. Mitchell, who had returned from filming, was eating cereal for a late dinner.
He could buy a villa without saying anything, but it’s news to me that he’s going on vacation after finishing filming. While naturally assuming he’d take me along, my mouth itched with a small anxiety.
I was also annoyed that I learned about Mitchell’s schedule through an article.
Mitchell seemed like he would confide everything to me without hiding anything, but he was actually quite tight-lipped. We should share everything, but Mitchell kept a lot hidden.
If I press him, he does tell me. But if I don’t ask, he doesn’t mention things on his own.
In other words, it means I have to ask questions.
Sometimes I wished Mitchell was a chatterbox. A chatterbox who couldn’t hold back what he wanted to say.
“Hmm.”
I made a sound as if I wanted him to hear it, and Mitchell looked up. He tilted his head crookedly and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
Our handsome Mitchell is quite arrogant, isn’t he? How can he be so rude?
I turned my gaze to my phone without answering. Then Mitchell tapped the table and called me again.
“What is it?”
He put down his spoon and cocked his head towards me. Having showered right after coming home from filming, his bangs covering half his forehead were wet. His green eyes sparkled between the damp strands of hair.
That face, curious about my state, is a work of art on the dining table. Even while holding a plastic spoon and eating mere cereal, he shone dazzlingly. Of course, his expression was unpleasant.
“I want to go to the beach.”
I cautiously broached the subject. Since Miami Beach is quite famous, I thought I’d naturally lead the conversation to going together.
“The beach is best when you go together. It’s perfect for just the two of us, right?”
I put down my phone and crossed my arms. I waited for Mitchell’s answer with a confident face. The answer I wanted was something like, “The beach sounds good. Actually, I bought a villa in Miami. Let’s go and have a good rest together.”
“You want to go now?”
But Mitchell gave an unexpected answer. He looked at the wall clock as if gauging the time and muttered to himself.
“It would take about 30-40 minutes from here…”
“No, not around here.”
There are many beaches nearby. Santa Monica Beach, Venice Beach. There are places all around that we could visit quickly if we wanted to.
“Then?”
Mitchell, who hadn’t caught the hidden meaning in my words, leaned back comfortably in his chair. After brushing back his disheveled bangs, he crossed his arms like me. We looked at each other in the same posture.
We had to be the same in everything.
Seeping into each other, absorbing, mixing so that we could never be separated,
Whether scientifically or spiritually, so that we couldn’t be apart by any extraordinary method.
So that nothing in the world could separate us.
We had to become perfectly the same.
That’s why I often subtly or openly imitated Mitchell’s actions. We mixed our bodies and our hearts. I tried to half-erase myself and fill it with Mitchell. Mitchell also wanted to fill his empty spaces with me and become similar.
I stared at Mitchell, who had subtly matched my posture. Maybe that’s why. I hadn’t planned to ask directly, but the words just popped out.
“Are you going to Miami?”
Oh dear, I was the chatterbox.
“…Yeah.”
His answer was delayed, but he spoke honestly. Well, if it’s in the news, it’s probably not a big secret.
“That sounds fun. I’ve never been to Miami.”
I smiled brightly, assuming of course that I would be going with him. Mitchell smiled along with me, and for a moment, the atmosphere was very pleasant.
“You’re not going.”
But then, Mitchell dropped a shocking answer and even uncrossed his arms. Thanks to that, the smile disappeared from my face. Mitchell maintained his sparkling face even as he got up from his chair and walked towards me. While I was withering away.
Unable to respond, I forced myself to meet Mitchell’s eyes as he approached. More explanation was needed. If he didn’t want to see me flip the table and throw the cereal bowl at the wall, Mitchell absolutely had to explain to me.
“I’m not going?”
Mitchell, who had somehow come to my side and wrapped around my neck, pressed his face to my ear. It meant this was a secret only the two of us should know.
“We’re going to pretend you’re not going.”
His whispered words were a bit ambiguous.
***
Mitchell’s business was different from what I had imagined. When he said food service, I thought of a family restaurant or Korean restaurant, but breaking my expectations, he had established a large boxed meal company. More precisely, it’s a large discount store that produces and distributes various packaged foods.
Currently, he’s opened five locations just in LA, but he plans to eventually operate over a thousand stores. It was already in progress.
Apparently, when Mitchell moved next door to our house, a massive manufacturing plant had just been completed. While handling the remaining incidental tasks, he steadily progressed with the store openings, leading to the current launch.
Mitchell’s reason for starting this business wasn’t simply to make money. It was closer to a large-scale charity project for hungry children across America.
Regular consumers can buy directly from branches or online stores, but the boxed meals are provided free to hungry children. Of course, there will be profits, but more boxed meals than the profits earned will be distributed nationwide for free.
No matter how much I punched the calculator, it wasn’t a profitable venture.
Mitchell, who never does anything that loses money, started this charity business for hungry children. It was solely for children who couldn’t eat properly.
Mitchell didn’t reveal his name in the business nor was he heavily involved. He just lightly received reports and invested. With the giant corporation Seimon sponsoring behind his back, everything progressed smoothly. In many ways, he was an amazing guy from an amazing family.
“Are you busy? Is there anything I can help with?”
I asked, wondering if I could be of any help. Of course, it didn’t seem like there would be anything for me to do, but I expressed my willingness to help.
“There is.”
“Huh? There is? What is it?”
“Do some night work for me.”
“……”
Ignoring my noble intentions, Mitchell’s lewdness was the same as always today.
“Mitchell… you’re really…”
“Don’t like it? If not, forget it.”
“I’m asking about daytime work. Is there anything I can help with during the day?”
“Are you good at daytime work?”
“Of course, daytime work…”
The daytime work I’m thinking of is running errands that might be bothersome, simple paperwork, phone calls, etc. – proxy work for the busy Mitchell. But looking at Mitchell’s inexplicably gleeful smile, my mouth closed on its own.
It seemed that whether it’s night work or day work, only the time was different, but the work was the same.
And that ‘work’ could only be one thing.
“Oh, never mind.”
I sighed heavily and waved my hand. There’s no way Mitchell would give me normal work to begin with. He’d probably make me do weird things, claiming to be my boss.
Maybe he’d make me do paperwork naked or submit Korean translations of erotic words?
I quickly changed my mind.
“If I help you, I feel like I’ll be put into some perverted work. I don’t want to.”
“I just asked if you’re good at daytime work. Aren’t you overreacting? What are you thinking?”
“Of course, you would…”
“I would what?”
“……”
Mitchell, why are you suddenly looking at me with an innocent face like you don’t know anything?
Am I the only trash here?
“…Oh, I don’t know. Forget it.”
Feeling inexplicably wronged, I threw a pointless fit.
“Come to think of it, I think I’ll be as busy as you now.”
“What are you doing that makes you busy?”
“I’m busy. It’s important work.”
“What important work? You don’t even have anywhere to go.”
A statement dismissing the unemployed and a seemingly condescending smile.
It wasn’t wrong, but white steam rose from my head. You couldn’t see it, but I felt it.
I was also more off-kilter because my hope of sticking close to Mitchell to help with work had been shattered. So I just shouted:
“I’m going to auditions!”
Then Mitchell stared at me intently.
“…Auditions?”
