Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 427 - 196: Come on over, but why bring anything with you?
Chapter 427: Chapter 196: Come on over, but why bring anything with you?
Night.
Sir Wayne was on the scene, proving that the air quality in Fasker City was ten thousand times better than Lundan’s, due to it being a port city where the Wind Element and Water Element were quite prevalent.
The three women returned from the shop and dove into the bedroom to change clothes.
In the same bedroom, the chattering made for a lively atmosphere.
As a fashion designer, Wayne had intended to offer his guidance on their attire in person, but some shortsighted person had locked the door, leaving the professional stranded outside.
Vivian White was used to indulging others, Mona never locked doors, so it was obvious who the culprit was.
"It’s one thing to guard against perverts, but gentlemen too?"
Wayne played with dogs and teased cats, mumbling complaints to himself when suddenly he furrowed his brow, sniffed, and looked toward the suite’s main door.
The scent of perfume.
Thud thud thud!
The door was knocked.
Ever since the incident with the uncovered silver, the aunt and niece duo never knocked on Wayne’s door at night, even if the house were on fire, they would wait until the next day to see him.
The number of women Wayne knew in Fasker City was limited, the three most familiar ones were changing inside the room, and the aunt and niece duo were unlikely to offer themselves up, so using his toes, he could guess the identity of the visitor.
"Brilliant, business comes knocking."
Wayne opened the door to find Marian, dressed in an enthusiastic manner, standing in the hallway.
The young heiress of the Snow Family was clad in a red evening gown, her red lips and red hair were paired with white waves, and her eyes were seductive enough to spin silk.
Not bad, a great assist!
Wayne listened carefully. The moment the door was knocked, the chattering in the bedroom immediately quieted down.
"Sir Wayne, I apologize for the intrusion, but may I have the honor of inviting you to a musical play?" Marian said, holding a briefcase and bending over to place it by the door.
The bend was slow and ladylike, the deep V of the evening gown starting an arsenal display phase.
As she got up, she flicked her long red hair by her ear, her body language was enchanting, making her invitation hard to refuse.
Wayne didn’t refuse. He put on white gloves and picked up the briefcase, "Sure, why not? But what’s with the stuff? Don’t bring things like this next time. If someone sees, they’ll think Sir Wayne is openly accepting bribes!"
"You jest, sir. They’re just some local specialties, not valuable at all."
Seeing Wayne didn’t refuse, Marian’s eyes grew three times more seductive, as she brought up the musical play again.
What sort of musical play would you listen to late at night, dressed like that, from head to toe? You must be a performing artist, right?
Wayne knew what Marian intended to perform tonight—the score was written all over her chest. If his guess was right, it would probably involve an orchestra.
Those high-class brass instruments, usually with piston valves and sometimes rotary valves, start with the trumpet then move on to the trombone, and suddenly in the midst of it, it turns from an orchestra into percussion—quite unconventional.
"I’m truly honored to receive an invitation from Miss Marian, but..."
Wayne was interrupted as the bedroom door opened and a hand stretched out to beckon him.
Then another hand appeared, followed by yet another.
Marian: "..."
"But as you can see, my condition does not allow me to partake in the vigorous activity of a musical play."
Wayne held his waist regretfully, "Let’s do it another time. My schedule for tonight is full. Tomorrow, get in touch with my secretary for an appointment, and she’ll arrange a slot for me."
Click!
The door closed, leaving Marian in darkness, only the sound of laughter from inside reaching her ears.
"Hehehe, here I come, my beauties!"
She snorted coldly and flicked the long hair by her ears, her face marked with indignation as she left.
The task was half complete. Wayne kept her gifts but not her company.
Looking at the outcome, the beauty trap was a clear failure, irrelevant to Marian’s own charm—as the odds were stacked with more people on the other side and Wayne’s poor health.
The failed outcome proved the beauty trap viable; Lord Lundan of the Union Jack did have a taste for it!
The question then—why travel on public expense and not try local flavors, insisting on bringing your own food?
It can’t be that all three are secretaries, can it?
Marian didn’t understand, considering Wayne a strange person.
...
Inside the suite, Wayne rubbed his hands together gleefully as he approached the bedroom. One of the beckoning hands smacked the other two away and closed the door again, locking him out.
Wayne pursed his lips, knowing it would turn out like this, and took the briefcase over to the living room sofa.
Inside the case, there were thirty or so gift boxes, exquisitely packaged, all containing finely crafted jewelry and gemstones.
"Wow, this gemstone is so big!"
The bedroom door opened, and Veronica peeked around it.
Wayne caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. Indeed, the teacher was right, the Dragon Blood Girl liked shiny things.
Veronica came to the living room frowning, unwrapping the boxes while saying, "The Snow Family is bribing the head of the investigation team. If you accept it, you’ll be giving them your protection. The Queen will never let you off if she finds out."
Vivian and Mona also joined in, collectively enjoying the pleasure of opening boxes.
"That’s great then, the Queen will definitely be happy to know I’m accepting bribes." freēnovelkiss.com
Wayne took a bank counter key from his suitcase, decisively pushed the suitcase towards the three women, and told them to take whatever they liked directly without being polite.
"Why would the Queen be happy?"
Veronica was puzzled, carefully choosing a gemstone that caught her eye.
"Because I have base desires."
Wayne put it simply; if a person has no desires, they are either ambitiously wanting more or an unmotivated dead fish—an unlikable type for leaders.
A qualified underling must appear low, even if they aren’t, and must actively hand the reins over to the leader.
That way, the leader will trust you, nurture you.
