The bathroom echoed with the continuous sound of running water as Louie lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, reading a military magazine. Although not involved in arms dealing, he had a keen interest in military affairs, especially given the current chaotic international situation. Terrorism was rampant worldwide, with numerous small and large terrorist organizations causing havoc. Combined with unstable situations in various regions, Louie predicted a substantial increase in the global demand for arms.
In the bathroom, Mia's entire body, radiant with youthful luster, was covered in water droplets. She extended her tender, white arm, guiding the water over her delicate neck, down her smooth spine, and over her perky buttocks, flowing onto the tiles. Mia rinsed repeatedly, feeling a wave of nausea whenever she remembered the man with the unpleasant breath who had spoken to her while pressing against her delicate neck.
A strand of hair covered her eyes, and Mia used her hand to brush it aside, elevating a charming gesture. She closed her eyes, relishing the comfortable sensation of the water flowing over her body. Before, she enjoyed relaxing like this, and for some reason, she felt a strong sense of trust in Louie. Ever since the day Louie agreed, she hadn't worried at all while bathing here. She felt an unwavering trust emanating from Louie. Today, after Louie helped her out again, thinking about the room's owner's defeated and dejected appearance, Mia couldn't help but giggle.
She dressed and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Louie sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a magazine, Mia couldn't find better words to express her gratitude after saying too many thank-yous before. She sweetly smiled and said, "Mr. Louie, let me make coffee for you."
"Never mind, I've had too much coffee; it's not good for my stomach," Louie waved his hand, tossed the magazine onto the coffee table in front of him, and leaned back, intentionally squinting his eyes, marveling, "No wonder someone set their sights on you. Upon closer inspection, you're truly a beauty. Little sister, do you have a boyfriend? How about being my girlfriend?"
"Mr. Louie, you're joking with me again." Mia, who was already familiar with Louie's way of speaking, wasn't afraid. On the contrary, she sat beside Louie, laughing, "I'm very money-minded. Aren't you afraid I'll take all your money?"
"I'm not afraid. Anyway, I don't have much money." Hearing this, Mia took out the four thousand she had obtained from the room's owner and tried to give it to Louie. However, Louie refused; he didn't care about the money. The four thousand was meant for Mia. "Little sister, use the money for your studies, and when you work in the future, be more vigilant. Don't foolishly walk into trouble. Oh, and remember, when the money runs out, ask the room's owner for it. We have an IOU; even if we go to court, we're not afraid."
Mia giggled at this, nodding vigorously.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Louie found it strange; who would ring his doorbell? When he opened the door, he saw Arabella standing there.
Arabella's hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a white T-shirt with Mickey Mouse imprinted on the chest, revealing an enviable bosom that lifted two peaks in front. Tight-fitting jeans outlined her slender and elastic legs, creating smooth lines. Her naturally perky buttocks seemed particularly alluring.
"Supervisor." Arabella blushed when she saw Louie, handing him the handbag she was carrying. "I had a day off today, so I made some snacks at home and wanted the supervisor to try them."
"Ah, it smells great," Louie sniffed the snacks and made a hungry expression. He took the handbag, inviting Arabella inside.
Arabella had just stepped into the living room when she saw Mia sitting on the sofa. Mia's wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her rosy face was turned toward the doorway. Arabella's face turned even redder, and she stood in the hall, feeling awkward.
"Arabella, why don't you have a seat?" Louie closed the door, noticing Arabella's uncomfortable demeanor. Seeing Mia sitting on the sofa, he also felt awkward, realizing that the young girl had misunderstood. He patted Arabella's slender shoulder and chuckled, "Arabella, this beautiful lady is my friend Mia, and she's a college student. Oh, by the way, I just wanted her to be my girlfriend, but alas, she refused."
Chuckle.
Mia couldn't help but laugh, thinking, "Mr. Louie is quite amusing, making jokes about such matters." However, Louie's words actually increased Mia's trust in him. Only someone with a clear conscience could speak so openly.
Arabella's expression became more natural, and she sweetly smiled, "Hello."
"Arabella, come on, why are you standing? Sit down." Louie patted Arabella's shoulder, gesturing for her to sit on the sofa. Arabella hesitated but eventually sat down.
"Mia, this beautiful girl is my subordinate, Arabella. You two should get to know each other." Louie sat on a chair next to them, took out the snacks Arabella brought, and put one in his mouth. "Hmm, it tastes really good, comparable to a professional pastry chef."
Upon hearing Louie's praise, Arabella's cheeks turned even redder. With her hands fidgeting at her clothes, she bashfully said, "Supervisor, I baked these myself. How can they compare to those made by a professional?"
"No, no." Louie extended his index finger and gestured in front of him. "You can't say that. Why can't it compare? We're all human; it's just that professionals have undergone some training. But making pastries doesn't solely depend on training. The key is your insight. If you have good insight, what you make can be better than what professionals do."
Upon hearing Louie's words, Arabella, who was initially not confident in her skills, gained much more confidence. Still not sure, she asked, "Supervisor, really?"
"Of course, would I lie to you?" Louie picked up a cookie and handed it to Mia. "Mia, try it."
"Mmm, delicious." Mia took a small bite of the cookie and said while eating.
"I was right, wasn't I?" Louie took another bite of the cookie, suddenly stopped, and chuckled. "Look at me, I almost forgot to ask Arabella if she had eaten."
Arabella hadn't actually eaten. She had been busy making snacks since morning and, excitedly, delivered them as soon as they were done. She didn't have time for a meal. Moreover, Arabella was naturally shy and wanted to spend time alone with Louie, but with Mia present, she didn't want to admit she hadn't eaten. She thought of using this opportunity to have a private meal with Louie. However, the situation was different now with Mia around, and she didn't want to admit to Louie that she hadn't eaten. She blushed and lied, "I've already eaten."
"Hmm, you've eaten, huh? That's a shame. I thought I had a chance to have lunch with two beautiful ladies, creating a bit of a romantic atmosphere. Well, let's do it this way. Mia, let's have lunch, and Arabella can watch." Louie looked disappointed.
"No, thanks. I need to go back to school, and there are things I need to take care of." Mia wasn't a fool; she could see through Arabella's intentions. Although she really wanted to have lunch with Louie, in that case, she could save money on lunch.
"Is that so? Well, forget it then. It looks like I'll be dining alone." Louie appeared quite disappointed, and seeing Mia leaving for school and Arabella's disappointed expression, he couldn't help but say, "Arabella, I ate little for lunch. I'm a bit hungry now."
"That's great." Arabella couldn't resist and said, "Supervisor, I didn't eat much for lunch either. I'm a bit hungry now."
"Well then." Louie chuckled, "Let's go have some Italian pasta together."