Authority Country Seaside City, a huge wave after another came from a distance, and the surfers laughed as they rode the waves.
On a white yacht, a seductive woman approached from behind and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, her voice sultry and sweet, "Third Young Master, it's been so long since you've sought me out. I've been going mad thinking about you."
Harry Collins turned around, lifting the woman's chin in front of him with a playful smile, "Aubrey, do you desire me or my money?"
Aubrey tiptoed, her red lips marking his tongue, messing up his hair, her charming eyes full of lust, "I want your money." Then she poked her finger at his heart, scratching it playfully, "But I want you even more."
"Haha..." Harry threw his head back, laughing, grabbed her waist, and wickedly smiled, "I just love a bitch like you."
Aubrey didn't seem to mind the nickname Harry had given her.
