Chapter 427 Then Let You Touch It
Worried Winona might turn him down, he quickly added, "The organizers said whoever adds the most people on WhatsApp will receive a reward, like a trip abroad with their parents."
Nicholas and the guy were about the same height, but Nicholas had this intense vibe, looking down on the guy with a smug grin. "Don't you watch the news? How can you even think about going on a company trip abroad right now? There are so many scam groups and human organ traffickers out there just waiting for someone like you."
Winona stayed quiet.
The male model finally turned his attention to Nicholas, checking him out from head to toe, and then focusing on his stomach. "Miss Sullivan, this guy looks all show and no go. Probably doesn't have any muscle. If you get into trouble, you might have to protect him."
Nicholas shot him a cold glare that could freeze water. "What are you talking about?"
The male model smirked, "Why don't you change into swimwear too, and we'll see whose body is more appealing to women."
He was pretty confident about his body, having trained with a professional coach.
Nicholas just sneered and grabbed the guy's hand, tossing him aside like he was nothing.
The tall male model flew like a paper doll, crashing into the wall with a groan.
Nicholas sneered, "Muscles don't mean anything if you don't know how to use them."
Winona stayed silent.
This guy was really harsh and vengeful.
As soon as Nicholas left, the male model struggled to get up, leaning against the wall. "Miss Sullivan, this is gonna cost extra. You only said to provoke him to get him to change into swimwear. You didn't say I'd get beaten up."
Winona was almost speechless. "Who told you to provoke him?"
"That Miss Davis who was with you just now," he said, showing her Rebecca's WhatsApp on his phone. "Look, she just transferred the money to me."
Winona was speechless for a long time.
This was totally something Rebecca would do. She had been wondering why this guy was so persistent, chasing her all the way here just for a contact.
She thought he was interested in her looks, but it turned out he was interested in her money.
Winona asked, confused, "How much?"
The male model named a price and immediately opened the payment code, handing it over. He didn't forget to justify himself, "I make a living with my body. After this fall, I won't have any income for half a month. This price is standard. I'm not lying. You can ask my colleagues if you don't believe me."
Winona felt a headache coming on. The situation was really tricky. She quickly scanned the code and transferred the money before saying, "Stop talking. Where did Miss Davis go?"
"I saw her being taken upstairs by that guy in the black suit. They must be getting a room."
Winona frowned. Anthony was wearing a black suit.
Given Rebecca's current attitude towards Anthony, she definitely wouldn't go get a room with him.
"What's upstairs?"
"The second floor has private rooms, the third floor is for resting, we don't have a fourth floor, and the fifth floor and above are the hotel."
Winona dialed Rebecca's number while heading towards the elevator, glancing around the hall. She noticed the pool was empty, the swimwear models were gone, and everyone was fully dressed.
Rebecca was currently in a resting room on the third floor, sitting across from Anthony, who was in a formal suit.
She glanced at his wristwatch and silently thought to herself, 'Coming to a place like this in a suit. What a prude.'
Anthony had been on WhatsApp non-stop since he came in, never looking up once. She was not sure if he was busy or flirting with women.
Rebecca sat for five minutes, fidgeting as if there were pins under her. She shifted left and right but didn't dare anger Anthony, so she kept quiet.
He looked like someone owed him millions of dollars.
Anthony finally finished his business and looked up at her, saying, "Miss Davis, do you like looking at muscular men?"
Rebecca said, "Who doesn't like looking at beautiful things? Those male models are specially trained to fit women's ideal types. Don't you men also like looking at young girls with nice bodies?"
Anthony's expression didn't change. He waited for her to finish before asking, "Do you want to touch after looking?"
"I haven't thought about that."
She wasn't a pervert. When people saw beautiful things, they naturally looked a bit longer but didn't think further. She had principles; even if she liked it, she would only touch her own man.
She didn't have a man now, so she hadn't thought about it.
Anthony said, "Think about it now."
Talking with someone like Anthony, she thought she could easily be influenced by his mature and steady demeanor, especially since Anthony was a lawyer, skilled at making people lower their guard.
He asked her to think, so Rebecca did think for a moment and honestly replied, "A little."
Anthony continued, "So, do you think his muscles look better, or mine?"
Rebecca was amazed and gave him a look.
What a prude. He even wanted to compare this. With his character, he definitely couldn't find a girlfriend. Female colleagues feared him, and it wasn't appropriate to discuss this with clients, as he had to maintain his upright image. As a result, he could only seek validation from her, his only female friend.
Rebecca's true thought was that both looked good. As long as a man had a good body, she liked him.
But in front of Anthony, she had to say something perfunctory. "I like your body better."
She couldn't find the words to describe it. They were all trained the same way, so what was the difference? She glanced at his abdomen and nodded seriously.
Anthony could tell she was lying and said, "Do you want to touch?"
Rebecca remained silent.
She was glad she wasn't drinking water, or she would have choked.
"Mr. Lewis, are you so tired from work that you're looking for a sugar mommy to take care of you?"
She never thought Anthony would have feelings for her, mainly because of his serious demeanor. If she only looked at his expression, she'd think he was giving a staff meeting.
Anthony glanced at her and silently started to loosen his tie.
Rebecca felt a splitting headache, her pupils dilating as she raised her hand to stop him.
"Stop!"
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