After Victor and Claire left, Rose freshened her makeup again and headed towards the parking lot. Victor's interrogation and dramatic revelations had drained her. It was unbelievable that she was intimate with a terrorist in the past. Raylan had never shown any criminal tendencies. But she was too young then to know any better. Rose wondered if Victor still trusted her after discovering she was fluent in Riotish. The beauty wished she could tell Victor the truth—she loved him too much to betray him.The door slid open as Rose approached the elevator, and a young, glamorously dressed couple entered. The male was boyish and slender, sporting an expensive Armani suit. He spoke arrogantly as if he owned the restaurant. Considering that Sparkling Soy only allowed the filthy rich to book tables, it was natural the restaurant would be frequented by vain, entitled men. As soon as the young man laid eyes on Rose, he stopped in his tracks. "Hi! I am Tony," he said, blocking her path. Although

"Really?" Daphne said with enthusiasm. "Thanks. But you haven't even seen my credentials yet…"The brat sniffed at her aroma and licked his lips. "Don't worry about the paperwork. I have a good feeling about you… Tell me… Can you follow whatever you're ordered without questions?"Daphne understood the implications behind his question and smirked naughtily. She nodded and replied, "I will do everything my master asks of me." Josh giggled like a pervert and continued to stare at the woman's shapely thighs.Martha, who had been knitting, looked up. "Are the interviews still going on, Josh? Just get them over with quickly. Why don't you hire Gertrude? She is quite experienced."Before Josh could respond, Daphne spoke up. "I forgot to mention… I am a schoolmate of your son-in-law, Victor Damone."Josh's pleased face suddenly turned foul, like he had eaten something rotten. Martha and Arthur's moods also changed drastically, and they slowly rose to their feet. "What?" Martha barked. "Are y

Victor nodded. "Take me to Michael."Clive led him into the basement gymnasium. It was a massive hall with every exercise tool, implement, and machine in existence. One could practice muscle building, athletics, aerobics, and even parkour. A man was benching three thousand pounds on a heavy device. As they entered, he finished the set and rose to full height.Michael Bolton walked towards them, wiping sweat off his brow. He was in his forties but was built like a muscular machine. The man exuded strength and confidence. "Oh, it's you, Clive," he said dismissively. "Where is Caesar? Or will you finally admit that he doesn't really exist?"Clive Baron looked uncomfortable. "Look sharp, Michael. Caesar is right before you," he said, gesturing towards Victor.Michael burst out laughing. "You must be joking! This young man looks like a movie star or a supermodel. Are you telling me he is a one-man global superpower who ended the Pacific World War single-handedly? Give me a break! You know

Daphne and Chloe wore colorful bikinis and looked tantalizing. Sunscreen glimmered off their soft, youthful skins. Regardless of their rotten personas, both girls had attractive bodies and didn't shy away from showing off their curves."I appreciate your welcome," Victor said in a vocal tone much different from his natural voice. One of his incredible talents was to change his speech beyond recognition. He wore a Burberry high-collar trench coat and oversized sunglasses that hid most of his face. Everything added up to the perfect disguise. "Sir…" Daphne said, pressing her shoulders together to enhance her cleavage. "We heard that you have an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Could we take a dip in it if you don't mind…?"The first thought that crossed Victor's mind was to strangle Daphne. Even though she flashed her deep cleavage at him, the man felt nothing. Daphne was responsible for Julia's horrible experience at Kyle Shannon's modeling agency. Her agent pimped the unfortunate beauty,

"How do I look?" Claire asked Victor, twirling around. Sophia also asked for his opinion.Victor scrutinized them for a moment. Claire had dark, medium hair with a heaving bust. She had a naturally attractive body. On the other hand, Sophia had a gym-sculpted shape with firm breasts and shapely legs. Her hair was long, straight, and lustrous. The expensive dresses enhanced their beauty to sky-high levels."Both of you look good enough," he replied, looking away, disappointing them immediately. Claire pouted and sat close to Victor, their knees almost touching. Sophia noticed this and reclined beside him, her thigh brushing with his. Angela smiled at the competitive acts of the young women and dragged her couch closer. "I reckon we can begin our discussion," she said to Victor. "Considering the seriousness of this matter, we must speak in hushed tones. The serving staff is right outside the entrance."Victor made no protest, but at the moment, he was surrounded by women on three side