Madeline and the other two couldn’t bear to stay here any longer. They left without touching the food on the table.
As Madeline left the restaurant, she couldn’t help but glance at Flynn and suddenly found him somewhat pleasing to the eye.
But what’s the use?
I will prove that my choice is right!
“Mr. Clark, if it weren’t for you yesterday, I would have been burdened with a huge debt. I don’t know how to thank you.”
Trusova, slightly tipsy, looked at Flynn, unwilling to let go of his hand.
Her eyes were misty, her words were soft, and her cheeks had a hint of redness due to the alcohol, looking very charming.
Flynn smiled, “I bought those goods for my own use, you don’t have to worry too much.”
“It’s late, go home and rest!”
After speaking, he opened the door of the BMW X3.
Reluctantly, Trusova let go of Flynn’s hand and got into the car.
But due to her intoxication, as soon as one foot entered the car, her body went limp and she sat directly on the ground.
Flynn acted quickly, catching her under the armpits with both hands.
His hands landed on her ample bosom.
Soft, warm, and large…
Flynn felt a little at a loss, but ultimately decided to help Trusova into the car.
However, due to the squeezing of his hands, her bosom became even more prominent, almost bursting out of her shirt.
The cleavage in the middle extended far and wide, with no end in sight.
Flynn raised his eyebrows slightly, then helped Trusova into the car and quickly closed the door.
“Take care of her safety.” Flynn said to Krish in the driver’s seat.
“Mr. Clark, rest assured, I will take this lady to her doorstep!” Krish said, and the BMW X3 drove away.
At that moment, a black Audi pulled up next to them.
Marcel’s men got out of the car with a stack of magazines and hurried over to Marcel, whispering a few words in his ear.
Marcel nodded and went straight to Flynn, saying, “Mr. Clark, here are the celebrity photos you wanted.”
“Oh? So fast?” Flynn took the magazine and flipped through a few pages.
He had mentioned to the Wardenry yesterday that he wanted to buy a thousand magazines to send to Demon Island Prison.
Seeing Marcel come over today, he mentioned it casually.
He didn’t expect to find them so quickly.
Marcel smiled and said, “It’s my honor to serve you. A friend of mine happened to be selling these, so I sent someone to get them.”
“Well, good quality!” Flynn nodded as he casually flipped through the pages, then handed a note to Marcel.
“Wholesale a thousand copies and send them to this address.”
“Demon Island Prison Dock?” Marcel was taken aback. “Mr. Clark, you can’t send things there.”
Demon Island Prison was located in the high seas and had its own independent prison system.
Ten God of War were stationed there, along with a United Nations army of tens of thousands, all of them formidable fighters.
That place, let alone a thousand magazines, not even a fly could get in.
Apart from world-class dignitaries like Dragon Cavalry General Nate, central elders, or the heads of super clans, ordinary people couldn’t even set foot on the island.
Even figures like Layla only had the qualification to visit the island. As for entering the prison for a visit? That was out of the question!
Would Demon Island Prison accept mail?
“I’ve already made arrangements. The Wardenry will send someone to collect it. Just do as I say!” Flynn said.
Marcel was stunned to hear this. He felt that Flynn was unfathomable, actually knowing the Wardenry there.
“Okay, Mr. Clark! I’ll have someone take you back!” Marcel dared not ask any more questions and waved for a white Cullinan to come over.
Flynn got into the car and disappeared into the night.
Half an hour later, Flynn arrived at the hotel where Maria was staying.
Tonight, Scarlet wanted to go to Thodell Mansion. After Flynn made a phone call, he sat in the lobby waiting for her.
Bored, he started flipping through the magazine.
Inside were all beauties, tall and slender, with delicate and fair skin, exuding a wild charm.
Not bad! Really good!
Compared to the magazines he had seen on Demon Island Prison, it was unknown how many times better.
Thinking back to those years, Flynn’s lips curled up slightly.
During his ten years at Demon Island Prison, Flynn had seen no more than three magazines.
Reading three magazines amidst the tens of thousands of criminals, some of the pictures had been worn out and stained with murky substances.
Even so, those three magazines were still treated as treasures.
Some small fries didn’t even have the qualifications to look at them!
“Young people nowadays…”
At this moment, an elegant woman passed by Flynn, glanced at him foolishly admiring the magazine, shook her head, sighed, and walked away.
“If I’m not mistaken… this lady is Kendal Roy, the Vice Chief of the Eight Extremities School’s Niarak Branch, right?”
“That’s right! She’s quite a heroine. I heard that she chased over a hundred people with a machete, scaring them into a frenzy! I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
“How could it be false? She’s been studying under the Alwood Mountains Grandmaster since childhood, and barely in her thirties, she became a Semi-Grandmaster. Killing a hundred small-time thugs is a piece of cake.”
Flynn was disturbed by the discussions in the lobby, but he looked at Kendal, then turned back to admire the magazine as if no one was there.
“You old pervert! Aren’t real-life beauties enough for you? You still look at this stuff!” Scarlet appeared out of nowhere, standing with her hands on her hips in front of Flynn, rolling her eyes.
Flynn closed the magazine, smiled, and said, “This is a magazine I bought for someone else. I naturally have to ensure the quality.”
“Huh? Where’s your mother?”
“She said she felt embarrassed to see you and refused to come down.”
“Embarrassed? I haven’t done anything embarrassing these past couple of days,” Flynn said, puzzled.
Scarlet shook her head lightly and said with a smile, “No, she went to buy a house this afternoon. Mom asked me to move out.”
Flynn was slightly taken aback, then nodded.
The future relationship between him, Scarlet, and Madeline would be quite delicate. It obviously wouldn’t be appropriate for them to continue living together.
“There’s no need to buy a house. I have over a dozen bedrooms sitting empty. You can move in there,” Flynn suggested after some thought.
“Living together? Are you that eager?” Scarlet blinked teasingly.
Flynn’s face darkened, he shrugged and said, “If you’re not willing, forget I mentioned it!”
“Alright! Can’t I admit I was wrong?” Scarlet sat down next to Flynn, hugged his neck, and coquettishly said, “Mom approves of you, but she still feels like we haven’t known each other for long enough.”
“She wants us to chat for a while longer and get to know each other better before discussing living together.”
“Get to know each other better?” Flynn squinted his eyes gradually into slits upon hearing this, wearing a mischievous smirk, “How can you get to know someone without sharing a bed?”