Mr. Morris and the others were puzzled, selling fruits?
"One selling dragon fruit..." Anna Jadwin glanced at Mr. Morris's dragon fruit-like hair.
"Mr. Morris, she's talking about you, the dragon fruit..."
"One selling pears." Staring at another young noble who had a body like a pear.
"What are you laughing at, you motherfucker~selling pears..."
"And two selling watermelons, and one selling sugar cane."
"Everyone keeps saying your watermelon belly needs to shrink, and you... selling sugar cane."
Anna Jadwin ended the phone call and walked forward, but Mr. Morris blocked her way: "I like feisty and unique beauties like yourself. You're so pretty, I can't be mad at you for being willful."
...
Wayne Bailey sat in the Flannel High-back, the corners of his mouth curling up in an evil smile.
His blue eyes were filled with interest...
"Mr. Bailey?" The foreigner had a pipe in his mouth, surprised by his laughter, "I'm delighted to collaborate with you."
