Flynn had only slept for four hours before dawn broke.
Molly got up and went to practice in the villa’s backyard garden.
Rose, still not fully recovered from her injuries and feeling weak, didn’t want to make breakfast and went down the mountain to buy some.
As she passed the living room, Flynn emerged from the guest room. Neither gave the other a pleasant look, especially Flynn, whose face was almost dragging on the floor.
Rose simply rolled her eyes at him, then turned and left the villa, laughing once outside.
During this time, the R everyone had endless topics when that rascal was mentioned.
Every visit Rose made, she could hear everyone’s laughter and playful teasing.
The atmosphere was good, but Rose felt irritated every time she thought about how all the flowers bloomed for Flynn.
Was such treatment of a scoundrel a moral decay or a distortion of human nature?
In Rose’s view, however Flynn turned out had nothing to do with her.
After all, she would not have an emotional entanglement with such a lecherous man.
The man in her eyes must be outstanding and as powerful as a tiger that swallows miles of land.
Yet, for some reason, Rose always wanted to hold Flynn to her standards and transform him into that ideal.
Every action he took should be a model for others, and every move should be transcendent.
Loyal and modest, preserving the elegance of ages.
In action, his presence could overshadow epochs; standing as if he held up the heavens, and in stillness, he was a gentle gentleman with a gaze as deep as the abyss.
She could not see these traits in Flynn.
Overall, Flynn had the capacity of a great man, yet he was different from other influential figures.
However, the way Flynn made her feel was also different from other scoundrels; they seemed like entirely different species.
Being with Flynn, apart from occasionally infuriating her, generally gave her a sense of security.
Rose couldn’t pinpoint why she felt this way.
On one hand, she despised Flynn for being a scoundrel, for spanking her and taking advantage of her.
Rose, an ice queen CEO, had never been bullied by any disgusting man like this.
Thus, the more Flynn got angry, the more she felt a sense of revenge.
On the other hand, Rose couldn’t stay away from Flynn. Yesterday, when Flynn went to Cloudgate Mountain, her heart raced and her palms sweated.
This contradiction left Rose speechless.
After cleaning up, Flynn went to the kitchen for a glass of water and through the window, he saw Molly practicing in the garden.
Dressed in a loose-fitting sports outfit, her posture was graceful and her movements were strong and precise.
Leaves fluttered under her feet with her steps, like emerald butterflies taking flight.
A Semi-Grandmaster could already project their energy outward, though they lacked the earth-shaking power of a Grandmaster or a Great Grandmaster.
“Almost interesting,” Flynn shook his head.
Molly’s technique, learned from the Alwood Mountains, was designed to strengthen internal energy and nourish one’s spirit, a basic method.
Molly had the strength, but her actions of inhaling and exhaling were not quite standard; each step seemed slightly rushed.
“Hey!” Molly’s fingers curved into claws, and she reached out into the void beside her, stirring up a strong wind.
Just as she smiled, pleased with her flawless move, she caught sight of Flynn watching her from the kitchen, and her face immediately darkened.
That bastard must be lusting after her body again!
For a moment, Molly felt as if she was naked under Flynn’s gaze.
Though she was conservatively dressed, having Flynn stare made her feel exposed.
“Shameless!” Molly glared fiercely at Flynn and quickly walked deeper into the garden.
She really wanted to apply her recent move on Flynn’s vile parts, with a forceful squeeze until it snapped!
“Pfft-” Flynn spit out the water in his mouth, dumbfounded.
So just by looking at a woman, he was accused of coveting her body?
Where was the justice in that?
Disinterested, Flynn left the kitchen and went straight to Scarlet’s bedroom.
“Aren’t you up yet? The sun’s shining on your butt!” Flynn approached the bed and poked Scarlet, who curled up like a kitten.
Scarlet rubbed her eyes and pouted in discomfort, “Mr. Clark, my head hurts.”
“With all that drinking, it’s no wonder you have a headache,” Flynn handed her a glass of water and said, “Molly is a Semi-Grandmaster, her constitution is a hundred times stronger than yours, even drunk, she wakes up fresh as a dragon.”
“Last night you teamed up with her to get me drunk, taking turns after each drink. How could I not have a headache?”
Scarlet gulped down half a glass and said with a pout, “Mr. Clark, doesn’t that mean your alcohol tolerance is even more impressive?”
Flynn raised an eyebrow and replied, “To me, alcohol is just like water. I can get drunk if I wish or stay sober through thousands of drinks.”
“Is that so?” A sly gleam flashed in Scarlet’s eyes as she smirked, “No wonder we ended up toasting with Sprite five or six times, and you were perfectly fine.”
She and Molly had eventually reached their limit and, while Flynn was in the bathroom, they concocted a mischievous plan to substitute Sprite as their drink.
Unexpectedly, after they had tricked Flynn into drinking five or six glasses, he was unaffected while the alcohol hit them hard.
“Hmm? Sprite as liquor?” Flynn heard this and immediately glared, exclaiming angrily:
“You two played me?”
“So, you collude with outsiders to play tricks on your man, huh?”
“What outsider?” Scarlet looked at Flynn and scoffed coldly, “I bet they’ll all end up belonging to you eventually.”
After saying this, a fierce look flashed in Scarlet’s eyes, and she narrowed them slightly.
Seeing Scarlet’s usually cute eyes turn menacing, Flynn felt a chill run down his spine and feigned ignorance, “What do you mean, ‘belong to me’?”
“Stop pretending! Who was it that said they wanted everything at the beginning?” Scarlet narrowed her eyes, a meaningful curve forming at the corner of her mouth as she glanced sideways at Flynn and clenched her fist in the air, her expression filled with menace.
After making that gesture, Scarlet took a pair of scissors and a piece of paper from the drawer and sneered, “See what this is?”
Before Flynn could respond, she snipped the paper forcefully in two.
“Snap!”
The paper was cleanly cut into two pieces.
Then, glancing at Flynn’s lower body, she raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Flynn, do you understand now?”
“Uh… Ms. Sharp went to buy breakfast; why hasn’t she returned yet? I’m getting hungry,” Flynn felt a sudden chill below the belt and thought about getting up to escape.
“Stay put!” Scarlet shouted, lifting the blanket and turning to Flynn with a grin, “I’m feeling unwell today, come and give me a massage.”
Flynn, watching Scarlet’s expression, felt she was up to no good.
Could it be she was tricking him into sitting down only to play a prank and make him swear off ogling women forever?
If that were the case, what was the point of living?
Just as the old man said-looking at others is human nature; I need to see beauties every day, not with any particular intention, but just to keep my spirits up.
Thinking this, Flynn grinned, “Maybe let’s not do it now; I’m a bit tired.”
“Come to my place tonight, I’ll…”
“No! I want it now!” Scarlet’s voice turned fiercely playful.
Left with no choice, Flynn sat back down and picked up one of Scarlet’s feet.
“My massage skills are quite remarkable, they call me the ‘Golden Hand’. Just be careful it might be too much for you,” Flynn said with a wink, clenching his fist, his thumb pressing hard against the sole of Scarlet’s foot, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He had to press hard, making it too painful for her to get up and take advantage!
“Enough talk, get started!” Scarlet kicked him lightly, pouting as she urged him on, holding her cup ready to enjoy.
Unbeknownst to them, Molly had finished her morning exercise and returned just as Flynn had refused the massage. She was about to enter the room when she heard voices.
Going to Flynn’s place tonight?
Scarlet feeling unwell? Wanting it now?
Expert hands, the Golden Hand, fearing it might be too much for Scarlet?
Scarlet impatiently urging Flynn to hurry?
What were those two up to?
Surely they weren’t about to go at it again in broad daylight!
That old lecher Flynn was one thing, but Scarlet usually seemed so innocent…
And allowing Flynn to use his fingers…
The Golden Finger…
Oh my God!
Her worldview completely shattered!
Boom-
Unaware of the true situation, Molly’s face flushed red as she imagined the scandalous scene inside.