Chapter 527 Eating Losses on the Surface, Actually Making Blood Money
Thinking about Grace's long legs, Albert did feel a bit tempted. Since things weren't likely to work out between him and his third aunt, he might as well make a deal with Kevin. This way, Kevin would also be motivated to help him. However, Albert still felt like he was getting the short end of the stick. After all, Florence was his actual third aunt, while Grace and Kevin had no real connection. Even if Kevin opposed it, Albert could confidently pursue Grace without consulting Kevin. But Albert also knew that without Kevin's help, it would be difficult for him to get close to Grace. He didn't want this situation to strain their relationships.
Albert didn't realize how much he was at a disadvantage. Kevin had already gotten together with Grace, which was why he was willing to make a deal with Albert. Seeing Albert hesitating, Kevin started persuading him, "Albert, think about it. Your third aunt is divorced and will eventually find someone else. You can't marry her, so why not benefit your buddy? It's better to help yourself than to help others. Let's make a deal."
Albert was taken aback by Kevin's reasoning and reluctantly agreed, "Kevin, I agree, but if I help you get with my third aunt, you have to keep your end of the deal and help me get close to Mrs. Cooper."
"Don't worry, we have a deal. Whoever breaks their promise will suffer the consequences," Kevin assured. They shook hands, both excited about the potential benefits. Albert imagined a future where he could be with Evelyn and Florence, enjoying the perks of their company. The deal seemed too good to pass up.
As they envisioned their future escapades, a Toyota SUV suddenly roared into the alley and parked in front of Lulu's barbershop. A man in his thirties, with a crew cut, tall stature, dark complexion, and a scar at the corner of his eye, stepped out of the car. He wore a white tank top, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a gold watch on his wrist, and walked straight into the barbershop.
Kevin and Albert exchanged glances, and after a moment, Kevin asked, "Albert, who is this guy? Do you know him?"
"Never seen him before," Albert shook his head in confusion, "Probably here for a haircut."
"He doesn't look like he's here for a haircut. Could he be a friend of your third aunt?" Kevin furrowed his brow.
"Impossible, I know all of my third aunt's friends."
Both men quietly approached the shop's entrance to get a better look inside. They saw the crew-cut man confidently sit on the sofa and loudly call out, "Boss lady, come and serve me!"
Albert felt a surge of anger. While he had made similar remarks before, his relationship with Florence was close, and they often joked around. It was clear that the crew-cut man had ill intentions towards Florence.
"Who the hell calls a lady 'boss lady'?" Florence stormed out of the back room, looking displeased. However, upon seeing the crew-cut man on the sofa, her expression changed, and she quickly put on a smile, "Who do we have here? Isn't this big brother? Did the wind blow you over here?"
The crew-cut man glanced at Florence's ample bosom under the black tank top, chuckled, patted the sofa beside him, and said, "Florence, I came here just to see you. Come, sit with me and chat."
Although the sofa could accommodate three people, the crew-cut man positioned himself in the middle. Wherever Florence sat, she would inevitably be in physical contact with him, indicating his malicious intent.
"What a damn pervert," Albert muttered under his breath, feeling helpless. He didn't know the extent of Florence's relationship with the man and could only watch from the doorway.
"Big brother, with your esteemed status, how can I dare to sit beside you?" Florence frowned slightly but quickly replied, "It's too hot inside. Let me turn on the fan." She walked to the door, switched on the fan, and opened the door halfway.
"Just come over here. Why so much nonsense?" The crew-cut man's face darkened, coldly remarking, "Are you afraid of my smell, that's why you won't come near me?"
Florence's heart skipped a beat, realizing that the man had seen through her tactics. She reluctantly sat beside him, trying to maintain some distance.
"That's right." The crew-cut man chuckled, put his arm around Florence's waist, and with his other hand, began caressing her smooth white thigh, "Lulu, you're looking better and better. Your legs are so smooth. You're much better than those girls in the nightclub. Why not quit the barbershop and work with me at the club?"
"Big brother, you're joking. I don't know how to do anything," Florence's face turned pale as the man's rough hand roamed her thigh, causing goosebumps. She dared not resist and trembled, "I'd better not go, so as not to cause trouble."
"No worries, I call the shots at the club. Anyone who says you can't, I'll deal with them," the man sneered, then suddenly grabbed Florence's hand and moved it towards his crotch, "You won't have to worry about anything. Just make me comfortable. Come on, get me excited. Let's see how skilled you are."
Watching the crew-cut man forcefully guide Florence's hand towards his crotch, Kevin and Albert were filled with indignation. Albert, unable to bear it, tried to rush in but was stopped by Kevin.
"Kevin, what do you mean? Can't you see that scumbag harassing my third aunt?" Albert's eyes were red with anger. Florence held a special place in his heart, second only to his mother. How could he stand by while she was being mistreated?
"Albert, calm down. What good will rushing in do? Let me think of a plan," Kevin said, furrowing his brow. The crew-cut man seemed formidable, much stronger than the previous Jonathan. The two of them combined might not be a match for him. Kevin looked around and his gaze fell on the Toyota SUV parked outside, giving him an idea.
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