Margaret Glenn's face turned green with anger. She subconsciously looked at Jim Caldwell and saw that he looked normal. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to yell at Ruka Glenn, "Don't talk nonsense, Jim wouldn't be interested in that kind of woman."
Ruka Glenn scoffed.
That kind of woman? That kind of woman could easily win the affection of all men, even if all they wanted was to get her into bed.
...
At the boarding gate, John River handed Scarlett Glenn a thick envelope, "Miss Scarlett, this is from Young Master as a reward for that night."
Scarlett Glenn opened it and saw it was filled with green foreign banknotes.
Scarlett Glenn scoffed, "His conscience hasn't been completely eaten by dogs."
"I'll go back now. Have a safe journey."
"Wait a minute."
Scarlett Glenn took out her lipstick, touched up her makeup, and then pulled a new banknote from the envelope. She left a red lipstick mark on it, "Give this to your master. This is his service fee. By the way, tell him that I am very dissatisfied with his performance that night."
John River suddenly felt as if the banknote with the lipstick mark was a bomb. Accepting it or not, either way, was problematic.
In the end, Scarlett Glenn stuffed the banknote into his pocket.
As the airplane took off, Scarlett Glenn took one last look at the familiar city below.
She had to remember the appearance of this city and the faces of those people. They constantly reminded her that she still had a score to settle.
As the airplane entered the clouds, Scarlett Glenn withdrew her gaze. She inadvertently saw the corner of the envelope exposed and couldn't help but sneer. Everyone said that she, Scarlett Glenn, was a mistress who seemingly stole every man from their women. But in the end, the only man she had actually slept with was Ethan Herd...
Moreover, even that one man was a result of his own schemes and calculations.
Scarlett Glenn's lips curled into a cold, bone-chilling smile. It's fine. She'd angered him, but sooner or later, one day, as they wished, she would seduce all their men.
...
Two hours later, John River handed the hundred-dollar banknote to Ethan Herd with both hands, "Young Master, this is...what Miss Scarlett asked me to give you."
After hesitating for a moment, John River relayed Scarlett Glenn's words unaltered.
Ethan Herd...
Right in the middle of the green banknote, an imprint of red lips reminded him that he had kissed those lips not long ago. They were soft, fragrant, and sweet, able to arouse all a man's longing.
But now, Ethan Herd swore that if that woman was still in front of him, he would bite her lips viciously.
............... Time division line .............
Three years later...
At the T2 Exit of Loch City Airport, a crowd gathered as an international flight from Country M arrived.
Long black hair flowed like seaweed, as a pair of wide sunglasses covered half of her snow-white face. Below the sunglasses, her red lips were even more striking and enchanting. When the slender high heels walked, the sound was like a heartbeat. She wore a windbreaker jacket from the recent Fashion Week, looking better than any model - a mix of charm and handsome allure.
Among the crowd, she shined like a gemstone in the dust, dazzling and captivating.
Passers-by couldn't resist secretly taking pictures with their phones.
Some girls whispered to each other.
"Is she a celebrity? She looks like a huge star."
"She kind of looks like one. Did she come back from overseas?"