“Anyway, you’re not my type!”
Rose said this and walked away.
She was a bit speechless. They were talking about something important. How come it turned into a personal matter?
What type did she like?
Two months ago, Rose had already mentioned at the Fish Dragon Villa that the man she wanted to marry only needed to be someone she could rely on when she was helpless.
This requirement was simple, but many men couldn’t fulfill it.
Compared to power and wealth, Rose valued her place in the hearts of others.
But for some reason, whenever she had this thought, she uncontrollably thought of Flynn.
This made Rose very frustrated.
The pervert in front of her didn’t match the image of her soul mate in her heart at all!
How could she possibly like this jerk? Absolutely not!
Even if Flynn was the only man left in the world, she would never like him!
“You make it sound like I’m so interested in you,” Flynn sneered, his eyes slightly fixated on Rose’s departing figure.
She faced the setting sun, her hair gently swaying, her tall and slender figure walking with confidence.
The sunset cast a golden halo on her, making her look like an angel from above, unparalleled and independent.
The two of them returned to the villa where more than thirty dishes were already served on the table, each one full of color and flavor.
Luckily, the kitchen was spacious enough with five gas stoves running simultaneously. These women managed to prepare thirty-six dishes in less than an hour! Impressive!
“Mr. Clark, bring out some good wine. I remember you have four bottles of 1974 Aberlour whiskey in your cellar. But if you’re reluctant, I can go buy beer down the mountain,” Rose said with a mischievous smile as she looked at Flynn.
Flynn couldn’t help but be taken aback.
Those four bottles of Aberlour whiskey were worth tens of thousands each. Though he didn’t care much about money, Aberlour whiskey was his favorite drink, a limited edition worldwide. Even a billionaire could hardly buy one now.
Just a sip would make him feel incredibly comfortable.
He had mentioned it to Rose during their late-night snack time, praising it highly.
He never expected Rose to remember.
And he never expected karma to come so quickly. He had just made a joke about Rose not being able to cook, and now this woman held his most cherished treasure hostage.
Flynn looked at Rose with annoyance but forced a smile. “Alright, I’ll go get it…”
“Mr. Clark is a hero of the Sharp’s Group. Everyone here looks up to you. How can I trouble you? I’ll go instead,” Rose said with a smile. Before Flynn could react, she went to the cellar herself.
Damn it!
This woman…
Three bottles of whiskey were left after Flynn had drunk one bottle himself.
He had planned to take two bottles as a compromise and keep one for himself. But Rose saw through his plan!
Sure enough, in no time at all, Rose brought out all three bottles of whiskey.
Flynn’s heart sank, but he dared not show any reluctance. He was afraid that Rose would take advantage of the situation again. He felt extremely frustrated inside.
He tricked Rose into spending over a thousand dollars on groceries, while he ended up losing four bottles of top-shelf liquor worth hundreds of thousands…
“Come on! Mr. Clark has plenty of good wine in his cellar. We don’t have work tomorrow, so let’s all enjoy ourselves!” Rose raised her glass filled with whiskey and spilled some as she lifted it up. Flynn covered his chest in pain.
“Mr. Clark!” Molly saw how upset Flynn looked and was delighted. She raised her glass and said to Flynn, “Thank you for helping me improve my cultivation. Let me propose a toast to you!”
After saying that, she finished her drink and poured another full glass.
“Mr. Clark, I’ll also toast to you!”
“I’ll toast too!”
All the beauties from the research and development department raised their glasses in unison. Seeing Molly finish her glass in one gulp, they naturally couldn’t fall behind and also emptied their glasses.
What were they doing?
Drinking a full glass of whiskey in one gulp?
Just now they each drank one glass, leaving only one bottle out of three.
At this rate, all three bottles would be empty!
Flynn felt a deep ache in his heart as he abruptly tilted his head back and downed a glass of whiskey.
Just as he was about to get up and get more drinks, he noticed that one bottle of whiskey had found its way into Rose’s hands. She was pouring drinks for everyone. Before long, the last remaining bottle of whiskey was emptied as well…
What infuriated him the most was when Rose, seeing that three bottles had already been empty, went to the wine cellar and returned with four bottles of 1963 Remy Martin Louis XIII!
“Rose, I won’t forget this! And you too, Molly!” Flynn shot a sidelong glance at Rose, his eyes filled with resentment.
Fortunately, the beautiful women from the R&D department kept showering him with compliments, their voices alluring and gentle, making his heart flutter.
Naturally, Flynn’s mood began to improve.
But now it was Scarlet who felt downcast, secretly feeling jealous. She noticed Flynn occasionally stealing glances at Trusova’s chest, and her teeth clenched in irritation as she mentally scolded him over and over.
At that moment, she regretted inviting everyone over for dinner.
The dinner quickly wrapped up amidst the lively chatter, and the women from the R&D department seemed to have made a collective decision to take a swim in the indoor temperature-controlled pool.
Flynn smiled and readily agreed.
He couldn’t have been happier.
Scarlet’s face turned dark with anger. Just as she was about to sneakily pinch Flynn, a tipsy Molly pulled her into the changing room.
Before long, a dozen women had changed into their swimsuits and jumped into the pool like playful little ducklings.
Scarlet, wearing a deep red swimsuit, approached the pool’s edge with a hint of resentment.
“You can only look at me! If you dare to glance at anyone else, I swear I’ll choke you!” Scarlet shot Flynn a glare as she slowly stepped into the water, then began splashing around playfully with Molly.
Molly was wearing a pink swimsuit, with crisscrossed straps on her back forming several bright red bows. It looked as if with a gentle tug from behind, her swimsuit would slide right off, causing her ample bosom to sway with the ripples of the water.
“Mr. Clark, aren’t you coming in?” Katrina and Trusova approached him with smiles.
Katrina was in a snow-white one-piece swimsuit that fit her perfectly, accentuating her model-like curves. Standing at 1. 7 meters, her physique was both voluptuous and graceful.
“Mr. Clark, come join us for some water gun fun,” Trusova chimed in with a bright smile.
Their swimsuit designs were daring, covering only the essentials while highlighting their voluptuous figures without making them look overweight. Their skin was fair, smooth, and delicate.
Flynn couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration, stealing a few extra glances at the two before smiling and responding, “Alright! I’ll be right there.”
Just as he was about to turn and change into his swimsuit, he spotted Rose approaching with a glass in hand, elegantly reclining on a lounge chair by the pool.
“Oh wow! This woman… is amazing!” Flynn stood frozen in place, his eyes wide.
Rose wore a blue swimsuit, draped with a gossamer cover-up that did little to hide her fair skin and only accentuated her graceful silhouette. Her beautifully shaped legs were slightly together, her perfect feet stirring up a flurry of thoughts.
“Is this dream I had two months ago finally coming true?” Flynn gazed around at the room full of beauties, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face.