Of course, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, had no idea that over such a trivial matter, Aso Naijiro and Earl Gary were actually preparing to hire an assassin. But even if he did know, he would have probably just scoffed with a mocking smile. As the old saying goes, if they couldn't accept it, they could just continue the game. Coincidentally, he did want to "play more" before "leaving."
At this moment, he was in the hotel villa Apel had rented. Dressed in a loose shirt and beach shorts, he was lying comfortably on a beach chair, enjoying the warm, moist sea breeze under the Yee Mu and a massage from Apel's tender hands.
She was truly a woman like a divine work of art—utterly perfect. And this charming angel, this dream goddess who could drive most men in Europe to madness, was now sitting behind Chen Fei, smiling as her hands kneaded his shoulders with a gentle and steady pressure.
