This kind of man, with a figure and appearance comparable to that of a movie star, was truly rare.
For someone like him, not to mention paying for his attention-even if he paid her, she would be willing to serve him for free.
She had been working here for three years and had never met anyone like him before.
Yet a newcomer managed to cross paths with him in her very first week.
How could she not envy him?
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"Sir, your test results are ready. Please follow me," the nurse said.
Ryan nodded, but paused as he passed Louisa.
"May I have your contact information?"
"Of course."
Louisa didn't hesitate.
This man was the first person of the opposite sex she had gotten to know so deeply in her life.
Her feelings for Ryan were complicated. She had a good impression of him - more than a good impression, in fact.
If things went normally, maybe they could try dating, even become a couple.
But the reality was much less forgiving. She desperately needed this job, not only for the base salary, but also for the substantial tips.
That meant she had to deal with all kinds of men, strangers, and uncomfortable situations in order to survive.
No man would accept his partner doing this kind of work.
Ryan didn't know what she was thinking. After exchanging contact information, he handed her a folded piece of paper.
"I'm very pleased with your service. Here's your tip."
He smiled warmly and added, "I don't know why you're working here, but maybe it's time for a fresh start."
With those enigmatic words, Ryan turned and left the room.
"I said... it's free for you this time," Louisa whispered softly, her voice tinged with a strange mixture of gratitude and sorrow.
Her gaze lingered on the doorway where Ryan had disappeared, her emotions conflicted.
'Is that how he sees me? Like the women who sell their bodies on the streets?'
Yes, wasn't that exactly what she was doing?
As long as there was money, anyone could have her.
But why did her heart feel so heavy?
Taking a deep breath, Louisa steadied herself.
She looked down at the folded paper in her hand, her curiosity piqued.
How much did he tip?
A few dozen? Maybe a hundred dollars?
Even if it wasn't much, it would be a positive start for her.
With anticipation, she unfolded the paper.
Her eyes widened in shock.
A check?
A tip in the form of a check? This was unheard of!
She counted the zeros on the check twice, her heart pounding in disbelief.
One hundred thousand dollars!
The number seemed surreal.
Ryan's earlier words suddenly clicked into place in her mind.
Before they had been confusing, but now they hit her like a bullet to the chest.
The mask of strength she had been wearing crumbled.
Her entire body shook as she crouched on the ground, burying her face in her hands.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking.
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"Incredible. Absolutely unbelievable!"
In a room filled with advanced medical equipment, a woman in a white lab coat stared at Ryan with a look of awe.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had just discovered a priceless treasure.
"Doctor, could you explain this in detail?" Ryan asked, frowning slightly.
While her enthusiasm surprised him, he was more concerned about the results of his test.
"There is nothing wrong with you - quite the opposite, in fact. You're far stronger than the average person," the doctor replied, adjusting her glasses.
She crossed her arms, unintentionally emphasizing her figure.
Ryan's eyes lingered on her chest for a moment before he quickly looked away, forcing himself to stay focused.
To be fair, her figure was hard to ignore.
Her white coat hung open, revealing a daring outfit underneath: black shorts that barely covered her essentials, and a tight red vest with black straps. The straps traced a path along her pale neck and collarbone, perfectly framing her curves.
Her slender waist, voluptuous breasts, and long, toned legs, accentuated by semi-transparent black stockings with red trim, created an irresistible visual.
The proportions of her figure were flawless - wide hips, narrow shoulders and perfectly sculpted legs.
The way she carried herself exuded confidence and ambition.
And like Ryan, she was Chinese.
Suddenly, the doctor leaned forward, slapped her hands on the desk, and closed the distance between them.
Their faces were inches apart.
Ryan's mind froze, consumed by a single thought.