Chapter 660
Dexter hesitated for a moment before smirking coldly. “Alright. Go ahead and teach that bastard a lesson. If you do well, with Harvey’s and my recommendation, you might just become Jayrodale’s fifth most eligible bachelor. You’d be the talk of the town.”
Sean’s face lit up with excitement as he chuckled slyly. “Thank you, Mr. Combs. You gentlemen head back to your rooms and enjoy yourselves. I’ll take care of everything. If don’t make Andrew regret stepping into this place, I don’t deserve the title.”
Dexter gave him a playful grin. “Just don’t go overboard. We don’t need a corpse on our hands–that wouldn’t be good for business. But make sure he suffers enough to wish he’d never been born.”
Sean slapped his chest confidently. “Don’t worry, Mr. Combs! Good deeds aren’t my specialty, but when it comes to underhanded tricks, I’m a natural–born expert.‘
Dexter laughed heartily. “Now that’s the kind of guy I like!!
Sean made his way to the front desk and summoned the manager. His expression darkened as he gave his orders.” Find out which room Andrew Lloyd is in. Send someone over, and… you know what to do.”
The manager hesitated, looking uneasy. “Mr. Gallagher, that guy came in with Mr. Chapman from Rhodes Corporation. Mr. Chapman is one of our VIPs. If we mess with his guest, it might cause trouble.”
Sean’s face twisted in irritation as he slapped the manager across the face. “I told you to do it! Marcus Chapman? So what? I’m not targeting him.”
He continued, “If he’s smart, he’ll turn a blind eye. I’ll still treat him as a VIP in the future. But if he sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong, I’m not about to bow down to some corporate lackey!!
The manager rubbed his stinging cheek and sighed internally. Sean had been causing problems at Dream Paradise for years. Many guests had fallen victim to his schemes, but as the only son of the club’s owner, Sean was
untouchable.
Meanwhile, Andrew lay face–down on a large bed, enjoying a massage from two Eastonia girls. Normally, one masseuse would be enough, but Marcus had insisted on giving him the VIP treatment.
Andrew had no ulterior motives–he was simply there to relax. However, the two girls, dressed in traditional outfits and speaking in overly sweet voices, subtly offered him “special services“.
Andrew declined immediately. Unlike some people who were obsessed with Eastonia girls due to their exposure to certain movies, Andrew had no such fascination. There were two reasons for this.
First, he had never been interested in casual flings. Besides, his life was not exactly lacking in female companionship. Second, the whole concept of Dream Paradise’s “authentic” imported staff was nothing more than marketing hype.
Aside from the two greeters at the entrance who spoke fluent, accented Eastonian language, the girls assigned to the rooms barely knew a few stock phrases. Throughout the session, Andrew heard them repeat only a handful of generic words.
