CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: SYBURG’S MALE HOSTS

A night without dreams.

The next day, Serena Sinclair got up early, organized her materials, and headed to the restaurant with her bag.

As she was about to leave after breakfast, she ran into Wyatt Hawthorne coming out of the elevator.

"President Hawthorne..."

Engineer Grant greeted with a smile, subtly nudging Serena.

Although it was unclear why the big boss was here, his presence was certainly good news.

At the very least, it proved that the Syburg project had caught his eye.

Whether the design would eventually come to her and Serena, at least they got a chance to show their faces in front of the big boss, which was an opportunity.

Serena caught on and greeted, "President Hawthorne!"

"Morning!"

Wyatt nodded.

He didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

His gaze passed over Serena’s refreshed face, clearly indicating a good night’s sleep.

Wyatt turned and left.

Serena was baffled.

Was it... because of unfulfilled desires?

Or was he busy all night and didn’t sleep well?

Turning around, Serena’s face lit up, "Ian Young?"

"Ms. Sinclair..."

Ian Young greeted Serena with a smile.

Behind him came cheerful conversation.

Ian mentioned he was from Syburg and began introducing Serena to fun spots and delicious foods in Syburg.

Serena laughed and said she would visit when she had the time.

Thinking back to her perfunctory "President Hawthorne".

Pretending not to know him in front of others.

Wyatt paused and turned around.

Serena immediately noticed, "Assistant Young, you should get busy! See you later!"

With that, Serena turned and entered the elevator.

Wyatt: ...

Does he look like someone who would eat people? Or is he too intimidating?

If he had known, he should have devoured her that night.

Then scare her to death!!!

In the morning, he went to the branch office for a meeting.

In the afternoon, he inspected the land.

The entire day went by without seeing Serena.

But thinking of how last night he starved all night, while Serena, who claimed she would take care of his dinners, handed him over to another woman.

The more Wyatt thought about it, the angrier he got.

"Arthur Smith’s mother was right after all.

The prettier the woman, the more likely she lies!!!"

The branch company’s president was on edge the entire day.

The night before at the welcome dinner, the big boss was calm and friendly, his demeanor was warm and approachable as they exchanged toasts.

Not at all the inscrutable figure from the legends.

Overnight, his face was sullen, emitting a cold aura.

As if at any moment he would lash out.

Fortunately, the tense day was about to end.

"President Hawthorne, there’s a private restaurant with excellent dishes in the old street of Syburg. The street below is the old Riverside Street, and after dinner, you can take a walk or a boat ride to enjoy the night view, it’s wonderful."

The branch company president introduced.

Wyatt turned back to ask Ian Young, "Aren’t you a local here? What’s fun around?"

Repeating what he had said to Serena before, Ian suggested, "The private restaurant President Eastman mentioned is a Syburg classic. After dinner, a stroll down the old street or a river tour is nice..."

"Okay, let’s go there then!"

Wyatt nodded.

President Eastman breathed a sigh of relief, giving Ian a grateful smile.

Wyatt looked back at Ian Young, "Since it’s your hometown, now that work is over, do as you please."

Was this... giving him leave?

Before departing, he wondered why President Hawthorne hadn’t brought Special Assistant Rhodes but instead him.

Now that he got his answer, Ian’s appreciation for Wyatt deepened.

"Thank you, President Hawthorne! ... If you need anything, just call me!"

Ian thanked him and left.

His mind filled with how he would confront Serena about breaking her promise after dinner.

However, Serena was nowhere to be found in the private room.

The four people present, besides him, were all executive managers from the Syburg branch.

An implicit business dinner.

Once the meal ended, Wyatt went to the restroom.

Opening the door, he overheard President Eastman on the phone with a subordinate, instructing, "Make sure to take good care of Engineer Grant and Engineer Sinclair... Oceanic Paradise? Nash, make sure to watch over them!"

Oceanic Paradise?

The name alone didn’t sound like a decent place.

Wyatt closed the door and called Ian Young, "Oceanic Paradise, what’s that place about?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

Wyatt seemed to have figured it out, "Speak!"

"President Hawthorne..."

Ian composed himself and said as neutrally as possible, "Oceanic Paradise is the most high-end private club in Syburg, offering spectacular shows. Wealthy people in Syburg gather there, and if receiving friends or distinguished guests from afar, Oceanic Paradise is the first choice."

"And what else?"

"They have the most handsome and beautiful escorts there."

"..."

So, that Iris Nash couldn’t get him, so she took Serena to Oceanic Paradise, to enjoy Syburg’s most handsome male escorts?

Excellent.

In Aethelgard, she went to bars to watch handsome guys perform and count abs.

Now in Syburg, she’s witnessing Syburg’s male escorts.

Serena’s life post-divorce is quite eventful!!!

The car exited the private restaurant, and Wyatt instructed the driver, "Head to Oceanic Paradise."

...

In the private room on the second floor of Oceanic Paradise, Serena Sinclair was pushed into a sofa, feeling uncomfortable.

"Serena, today is a personal treat, not through official accounts, it’s on me!"

Next to her, Iris Nash seemed like a regular, tapping on a touchscreen with her long nails to quickly select drinks and fruit platters.

The door opened again, and a queue of tall, long-legged handsome guys entered.

All in white shirts and black trousers.

Their faces, all exceptionally handsome.

If she hadn’t been sober since she entered the room, Serena would have thought she was drunk and dreaming, as if she were a judge on some talent show.

"Serena, which one do you like?"

"??? I don’t like any of them."

"Serena, no need to be nervous, making money is for enjoyment... They are just meant to chat with you, give you a massage to relax. Men earn money to have mistresses and affairs, and we just get a massage, we’re at a disadvantage actually."

Serena thought she had a point.

But Serena dared not continue the conversation.

Iris Nash scanned the room, "You, you, and you..."

As if trained, the three selected individuals, two went to Serena’s side.

One went to Iris Nash’s side.

The others steadily exited the room without looking.

Two handsome guys came around, one reaching for a drink to feed her.

The other went straight to massaging her shoulders and neck.

Serena stood up, wanting to leave, "Manager Nash..."

The words stopped.

Iris Nash was whispering to the male escort next to her.

Lips so close they were nearly touching the escort’s face.

The male escort smiled and turned, catching Iris Nash’s lip in his mouth.

Serena quickly looked away.

Leaving wasn’t an option.

Staying didn’t feel right.

Serena took the drink offered by the handsome guy nearby while blocking a hand reaching out to massage her, "No need, you can go back."

"Sis..."

The young handsome guy looked anxious, "If we get sent back after being rejected, it’s assumed we offended the client, and the supervisor will penalize us."

Uh...

"Then, you go and accompany her!"

Serena pointed to Iris Nash.

The handsome guy obediently got up and went to the sofa beside.

Turning back, she faced a pitiful gaze from the left side.

Just a short distance away, one was feeding drinks, the other was massaging.

Along with Iris Nash enjoying herself, a trio had formed.

No room left to join in.

Outside the bright window, the event on the first floor had already started.

The blasting music reminiscent of that night at "Nightfall".

Serena’s eyes brightened, "Well... you can have a drink with me?"