Chapter 9 Will He Have a Bicycle Race With Me?

• Naturally, I didn’t do anything, for as a refined and dignified gigolo, my thoughts now had me instinctively feeling that I’d got to be paid to do anything; if I didn’t get paid for it, then it’d be my loss! Thus, I dipped my head and continued massaging Megan’s foot. At the same time, I surreptitiously observed her.
• Meanwhile, Megan seemed to realize that this seemed rather inappropriate after a while, so she hurriedly put down her skirt. When she saw that I was massaging her foot with my head lowered, she breathed a sigh of relief.
• After about ten minutes, I stopped and asked her to stand up and try walking.
• She stood up. After taking a few steps, amazement filled her petite face. “Although it’s still painful, it doesn’t restrict me from walking anymore. Thank you!”
• I waved off her thanks. Then, I escorted her out of the inn and saw her off in a taxi.
• When I returned to the room, I then improvised and slept on the sofa. Of course, I sniffed the silk stocking Megan left, but regretfully, there was no smell on it. As it was no match for Elizabeth’s silk stockings that carried a hint of her fragrance, I missed Elizabeth quite a bit, and I also wondered when I’d be able to shoot lactic acid into her body…
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• When I woke up the next morning, Patrick was snoring like a chainsaw, so I woke him up with a swift kick. As for the incident last night, he had zero recollection of it. After having breakfast together, Patrick then left, while I went to the hospital to handle my father’s discharge procedures.
• The doctor suggested that my father stay a few more days in the hospital for observation, so I’d planned to use the 10,000 ‘pocket money’ to pay his hospitalization fees, but he argued vehemently and insisted on going home, so I had no choice but to get him discharged and accompany him home.
• When I’d settled him at home, I took a brief nap, only to see that it was already a little over 4:00 in the afternoon. I then planned to have dinner at home, but when my cell phone rang, I knew that I’d probably be unable to have dinner here. Sure enough, it was Elizabeth who called, asking me where I was. “I’m in my hometown.”
• “Where’s your hometown?” she asked further. “That’s just perfect. It’s on my way, so I’ll drive you back. Have dinner with me tonight.”
• “Ah, is it that kind of gathering again?” Elizabeth didn’t answer me, and a disconnect tone floated out of the phone.
• At 7 in the evening, with me in tow, Elizabeth stopped in front of a barbeque stall by the side of the road. Ah, so it’s truly just dinner. However, curiosity surged within me. “Don’t you find it insulting to your status to eat grilled skewers by the roadside when you’re so rich?”
• Elizabeth glanced at me. “Angelina told you everything?”
• Angelina hadn’t said anything, but it was written on her card that Elizabeth’s father was the richest among the invisible rich in this city. Putting aside the matter of money, he had more than a dozen houses in Oak Tree Avenue, New Stone, so one could just imagine his assets. Nonetheless, I didn’t expose Angelina. “Angelina mentioned it briefly, but she merely said that you’re very rich and enjoys a high status.”
• Elizabeth nodded lightly. Then, we found a table and sat down. “I don’t have a high status, but I do have a citizenship status. I believe that you do, too. If one truly wants to say that I’m doing better than you, then that’s a matter of my father doing better than your father. There’s nothing else to it save that. Who knows, if we swap fathers, you might do far better than me.”
• I could see that Elizabeth’s exquisite face was strained with exhaustion when she said this. She seemed very tired and even slightly dejected, as though there was something bugging her.
• However, when I asked her about her worries, she merely said that she’d failed to cinch a business project, but she didn’t say anything further.
• When the grilled skewers were served, we each ate our own portions without talking, mainly because Elizabeth wasn’t in the mood. Nonetheless, she was really dressed to kill today, wearing a pair of white suit trousers complemented by a short-sleeved pleated blouse. She looked like a capable and experienced career woman with none of the alluring and classy air she’d exuded when we’d first met.
• When we were done eating, I asked, “Where are we going after this?”
• Elizabeth seemed to have planned it beforehand, for just my question fell, she answered without even thinking, “To the hotel to have sex.”
• Such a candid answer instantly rendered me speechless, and even the young server who passed by while serving tables was taken aback.
• Elizabeth threw a glance at the female server who was about 18 or 19 years old. “Why, do you want to join us and have a threesome?”
• All at once, the female server blushed in embarrassment and walked away with her head hung low.
• It wasn’t just the female server, for even I was a tad embarrassed and shy, as it was just too blunt though I indeed craved that as well.
• However, at this precise moment, the roar of a sports car suddenly reverberated by the roadside, attracting the gazes of passers-by. The sports car stopped behind Elizabeth’s car, and a handsome young man got out of the car. He was tall, his hair slicked up like Akira Sendoh in the animation, dressed in summer casual attire, looking very cool.
• Then, that cool, handsome man came over to our table, grabbed a wooden stool, and sat right beside Elizabeth. “Elizabeth, food from roadside stalls causes food poisoning and the like. Why did you come here to eat?” Before Elizabeth could say anything, the skewer stall owner expressed his disapproval, protesting gravely. However, with just a single sentence, the handsome man had his anger dissipating. “Here’s 10,000 if you’ll shut your mouth.” The skewer stall owner shut his mouth. Then, the handsome man continued chatting Elizabeth up, chattering incessantly like an old biddy, very much irritating.
• Meanwhile, Elizabeth entirely ignored him while he prattled on for half a day. Out of the blue, Elizabeth lifted her head and looked at me. “Honey, I’m done eating. Let’s head on to the hotel.” Then, she held my hand and leaned against my shoulder in a cute and docile manner, appearing particularly gentle and loving.
• However, before this love could be continued, the handsome man interrupted us. “Who are you that you dare steal the woman who belongs to me? In this city, who doesn’t know of me, James the Great?” The gaze of James Doyle—James the Great—swept over me, his eyes filled with contempt, as though he were a wealthy lady who’d passed a beggar by.
• Then, I raised my hand. “Me. I don’t know you.”
• Just as James was about to say something, Elizabeth who was beside me spoke, “James, this is my final warning to you. If you dare make any claims on me ever again, I’ll turn my gun on the Doyle family. Don’t persist in being childish like a three-year-old kid. If it weren’t for the fact that I have a collaboration with your father, I won’t even bother with you, so get lost!” James was devastated, but reality proved that Elizabeth was speaking the truth, so he truly couldn’t do anything except leaving.
• However, before he left, he extended a finger and pointed at me. “You’re just a good-for-nothing pansy who mooches off women and has no capabilities at all. If you’ve got the guts, compete against me in an extreme game that belongs to men!” Then, he left, speeding away in his car.
• I didn’t understand the rules of the game in their aristocratic circle, so I turned my head and looked at Elizabeth. “What did he mean? Why did he run away after just having spoken half his mind and stifled the rest of his words?”
• Elizabeth explained, “This is the rule in this circle. Having issued the challenge, he left. If you don’t go, then you’ll be considered as having chickened out.”
• I was completely baffled. “Shouldn’t you at least tell me what game he was referring to?”
• Elizabeth seemed as though she didn’t intend to explain further, but I kept asking. When we got into the car, she finally clarified, “Drag racing.”
• “Drag racing? I’ve got a damn bicycle, so will he have a bicycle race with me?”