Seraphina Crowe and Fiona Swift might have gone directly to the bar after work, still wearing their professional attire. Ethan Wraith gazed at Seraphina's six- to seven-centimeter high heels, shaking his head vigorously.
"I don't know kung fu, and I'm not comparable to you."
Fighting a woman is crazy, fighting a beautiful woman is stupid, and fighting one's superior is utterly insane.
Hitting her was not an option, and not hitting her would only lead to a beating. If he were to throw a punch, it wouldn't be too unfair, considering she was wearing a skirt, which would give him a slight advantage when the hem rose. However, her high heels were terrifying, and if she kicked him, he wouldn't be able to get up for months.
"What's wrong? Scared?" Seraphina taunted.
"Yeah, I'm scared. You're a kung fu master, and the aura of a monarch emanating from you has already intimidated me – I'm tired, I'll go sleep. Goodbye, beautiful ladies." Ethan yawned, turned around, and tried to leave.
"Think you can run? Not that easy." Seraphina said, flying into a kick aimed at Ethan's back.
Ethan heard the sound behind him and dodged into the gap between two tables, cursing angrily, "You sneaky woman, you're ambushing me!"
"Don't compare yourself to me, or you won't be able to leave." Seraphina said, launching another side kick.
"Compare? Bring it on, and don't cry when you get hurt."
"You're the one who's crying." Seraphina thought about how she had cried in front of this rascal, and her face turned even more unpleasant. Her leg attacks became even more intense, with kick after kick.
Ethan didn't fight back, only using his hands to deflect Seraphina's attacks. When she paused to catch her breath, he retreated several steps, creating distance between them. His hands were burning with pain, and when he looked up, they were already red and swollen. "This crazy woman, she's so ruthless. I'll find an opportunity to hit her butt as hard as my hand."
"You're the one who's running." Seraphina panted, her breathing rapid, having expended a lot of energy in her fierce attack.
"You're the one who's chasing."
"Are you a man? Can't even beat a woman."
"Are you a woman? Fighting so fiercely, who would want you? I bet you don't have a boyfriend now, and you'll probably end up an old spinster."
"Go die." Seraphina grabbed a nearby high stool and flung it at Ethan.
"Hey, you two, aren't you taking this too far? Don't joke around too much." Fiona Swift intervened anxiously from the side. "Little Crowe, don't bother with Ethan Wraith, he's just a rough guy who can say anything – Ethan, you're a man, can't you just give in a little?"
"Fiona, you saw it too. I'm being bullied. I'm the one getting beaten up, and you want me to give in? Should I say, 'Miss, you're hitting so well, so skillfully, so beautifully – this kick is too light, you should add more force – oh no, this kick shouldn't be like that, it should be a 60-degree side kick'?" Ethan's mouth was merciless, but his actions were quick as a rabbit. He dodged slightly, and the stool barely grazed his shoulder.
This large, dark object had no attacking power whatsoever.
"You bastard." Seraphina picked up another stool, not using it as a projectile, but as a weapon, charging at Ethan with a fierce aura.
What to do? Ethan Wraith quickly ran out the door.
At this time, almost all the staff in the bar had left, leaving only two people on duty. One was the big brother in the bar, and the other was the teacher who had trained him before. They didn't know who to help, so they pretended not to see anything and hid in the bathroom.
"Bang!" A heavy object fell to the ground behind him. Ethan didn't need to turn around to know that Seraphina Crowe couldn't catch up to him and had thrown a stool again.
Ethan was secretly annoyed but didn't want to get entangled with her anymore. As long as he could open the door in front of him, he could say goodbye to this crazy woman.
Two meters, one meter... 75 centimeters, his hand had already touched the door handle.
Ethan's heart was secretly delighted, and he was about to open the door when "Bang!" A high-heeled shoe landed on the door. Then another one followed.
Taking advantage of Ethan's momentary distraction, Seraphina Crowe had already caught up to him barefoot. With a flying tiger pounce, she knocked Ethan to the ground, and their bodies entwined together.
Ethan tried to struggle, but Seraphina used her body to press down on him even harder. She inserted her left leg between his legs, and then her two legs closed together, trapping Ethan.
Ethan was initially stunned, then burst out laughing. "I said, Miss, do you want to take advantage of me? Do you need to use so much force? You can just ask me, and I'll lie down on the ground for you – of course, it would be better on the bed."
Seraphina Crowe also felt that this posture was too ambiguous, but she had already lost her rationality due to Ethan's provocation. She didn't care about anything else; she just wanted to vent her anger by beating him up.
"Hmph." Seraphina let out a cold snort and suddenly punched Ethan's eyes. She wanted to take care of those flirtatious eyes.
Her right hand was freed, and Ethan's right hand was also freed simultaneously. Moreover, he counterattacked, and Seraphina's fist landed in his palm, which he grasped.
Seraphina was unwilling to give up, and her left fist fell again.
The same thing happened again – her left fist landed in Ethan's hand.
"Hey, we only have two hands, what else can you do?" Ethan felt the soft and tender skin in his hands and laughed.
"Hmph, I still have... my mouth." Seraphina coldly smiled and bit Ethan's nose.
"Ah, it hurts! Good pain... Grandma, I was wrong, please forgive me... Ah, it's bleeding. Good pain... Men and women shouldn't be intimate, you kissed me, you have to take responsibility!" Ethan hurriedly begged for mercy, but his body didn't dare move. Seraphina bit his nose, and the more he moved, the more it hurt.
The two on-duty staff members, who had been hiding in the bathroom, rushed out upon hearing the commotion and were shocked by the scene before them – were they really doing it on the ground?
"Little Crowe, let go. There are people watching – you're being too unseemly – Ah, you're really bleeding. Let go quickly!" Fiona Swift anxiously tried to separate the two, but they were embracing too tightly, making it impossible for her to intervene.
The bloody taste in her mouth gradually calmed Seraphina down. She pushed Ethan's hand away, wiped her mouth, and was covered in bloodstains.
"I...—" Seraphina felt she had overreacted, but she couldn't apologize. She hurriedly tried to stand up, but her skirt ripped with a "ripping" sound, tearing from the slit to her pelvis.
It turned out that Seraphina's skirt had been pressed down by Ethan, and when she stood up too quickly, the skirt ripped apart.
Ethan lay on the ground, greedily gazing at the scenery under Seraphina's skirt, and continuously apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Your skirt is really easy to tear. Is it from a street stall? I suggest you wear white underwear next time; the red one doesn't match your skirt."
Ethan Wraith had got some money.
Yesterday, he received his paycheck, and with the base salary and commission, it was a handsome sum of several thousand dollars. Compared to selling kebabs, it was a significant improvement. Today was Sunday, Ethan's only day off. With several thousand yuan in his pocket, he was ready to go shopping and buy two mobile phones. One for himself and one as a gift for Sophia Mercer.
This was the first time Ethan had formally given a gift to Sophia. Previously, he had given her some old clothes, stinky shoes, and broken socks, as well as a kiss a while back. He remembered the time he took three girls out for a meal, and when the bill came, he hesitated and let Sophia pay first. The look on the people's faces in the restaurant made Ethan's face burn, even though he had a thick skin.
Originally, he had planned to invite Sophia to join him, but unfortunately, she had to attend a make-up class today. This poor kid was still suffering from the pressure of education - of course, it was better than him, who didn't even have the opportunity to be oppressed.
Friendship Mall was the most famous shopping center in the city, with entertainment, leisure, and shopping all in one. The customer flow was extremely high, and since it was Sunday, it was even more crowded. From the elevator, Ethan saw a sea of heads. He had been here with Sophia before and quickly found the electronics section.
From Samsung to Nokia, then to Motorola, and finally, his eyes stopped at Apple. To be more precise, his eyes stopped at the beautiful saleswoman at the Apple counter.
"Good morning, Isabella," Ethan said, leaning over the counter to look at the phones on display.
"Good morning, Ethan. What brings you here so early?" Isabella smiled and greeted him.
"Ha ha, I thought it would be less crowded if I came early, but I was wrong." Ethan shook his head, not liking the crowded environment.
"Hehe, it's Sunday, so it's naturally more crowded. Are you planning to buy a phone?"
"Yes, I am. I didn't expect to see you here selling phones." Ethan looked up and accidentally caught sight of Isabella's full chest, quickly shifting his gaze to the side, pretending to look at another phone. The mature woman's body was a deadly temptation to Ethan, a pure and innocent young man. Oh, if only he could install a peephole in Isabella's bathroom - Ethan had secretly investigated her bathroom, and it was on the other side of the house.
"I just changed jobs, not long ago. Have you decided on a model? Let me introduce you," Isabella said, handing over several Haier promotional materials.
"Yes, I'm still choosing. Isabella, do you get a commission if I buy a phone from you?" Ethan looked at Isabella's delicate face, trying not to stare at her chest.
Isabella's face turned red, and she hurriedly explained, "Ethan, I didn't mean to imply that you should buy from me. I was saying that if you're interested in Haier's phones, I can introduce you to them. If you're not sure, you should take a look around."
Ethan looked at Isabella's blushing face, secretly surprised. She was a mother, and yet she still blushed so easily?
Ethan smiled and shook his head. "Isabella, I know you didn't mean to sell to me. I don't care about the phone as long as it can make calls. So, it's all the same to me. If buying from you can get you a commission, then I don't want to go to another store. You can help Sophia choose a nice one."
"What's your budget?"
"Mine is around a thousand yuan, and Sophia's is around fifteen hundred USD." Ethan calculated the money in his pocket and gave a rough estimate.
"I think you'll like Apple's new 16 model. The original price is 1250 USD, and it's very stylish and has many functions. Sophia would suit the female version, 16 plus, which is 1569 USD, and it's small and exquisite, can take pictures, watch movies, and listen to music - I quite like it myself." Isabella turned to look at her colleague, making sure they weren't paying attention, before whispering to Ethan, "The lowest price for n61 is 850 USD, and for 16 plus, it's 1250 USD, but that price requires the manager's approval. You can try to negotiate, and if the manager doesn't agree, you can pretend to leave, and they'll sell it to you."
Isabella's warm breath tickled Ethan's ear, and her full chest pressed against his arm, releasing a strong, mature woman's fragrance. Ethan enjoyed the treatment, smiling and joking, "Ha ha, are you trying to bribe me? Selling company secrets is punishable by fine, you know."
"No, I'm just telling you the lowest price. Besides, our manager often sells to his friends at that price. That night when you helped me take Cecilia to the hospital, I felt guilty, and I want to return the favor."
"Isabella, you're too polite. We're neighbors, don't be so formal. If you need anything, just ask, and I'll be happy to help."
Isabella gave Ethan a sly glance, smiled, and said, "Wait here, I'll go find our manager and tell him a customer wants to buy two phones at a very low price, and see what he says."
The manager, a man in his thirties with a long face and deep-set eyes, walked over with a smile. "Hello, sir, what can I help you with?"
"I want to buy two phones, but this lady won't accept my price," Ethan said, pointing to Isabella with a fake angry face.
Isabella had already told the manager about the models Ethan wanted, and said with difficulty, "Sir, it's not that we don't accept your price, but it's too low. We'll lose money. How about this - you add three hundred yuan to the price, and we'll sell them to you."
Ethan firmly shook his head. "I've already quoted the price, which means I've already researched your lowest price. You think about it, and if you agree, I'll buy them now. If not, I'll go to another store - like BestBuy, which also sells Haier phones."
"We really can't -"
"Then I'll leave. Bye." Ethan turned to leave.
"Wait, sir, let's talk - let's talk."
"Just that price, and I'll take them now." Ethan patted his pocket. "If not, I'll go to another store. We won't waste each other's time."
"Okay - Isabella, help this gentleman with the bill."
Finally, Ethan and Isabella exchanged a smile.
At this moment, a man walked towards Isabella, smiling and calling out, "Honey."
"Scram." Isabella's face turned pale, and she forced out a word through gritted teeth.