CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 58: MY SISTER IS SEDUCING ME_3

"Yes!"

"I rarely see male accountants."

"Because our firm specializes in custom client services."

"Drug lords or gangs?"

Hm?

Tony closed his mouth.

"You guessed right!" Miami, besides being a waiting room for paradise, has another name, a paradise built on drugs.

Because there are a lot of drug lords here, and their dirty money is laundered in Miami, then used for investments.

Why has Miami become a paradise for the wealthy? Besides the environment, climate, and beaches, it’s because there’s an abundance of wealth here, the kind that can’t be taken away. It’s used to invest in real estate.

This requires a lot of lawyers and accountants to work for them.

In the United States, cash withdrawals are limited, and so are deposits.

This restricts a lot of dirty money from being carried away.

Many drug lords use small planes to transport cash, but that’s a very small portion.

I smiled at the young man, "So Tony, I’m giving you a chance. I don’t want to see you at PINK, understand?"

"Thank you! I understand!"

"Good, I like polite people! If you want to make trouble, my men will find you and turn you into minced meat with a grinder. Do you like that?"

"No! I don’t like it, I’m very sorry."

"Get lost!"

Tony struggled to get up and ran towards the parking lot.

"Will he cause trouble?"

"No, because he’s been in contact with drug lords a lot, he’s quite timid."

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the wall in the back alley. "Remember today’s lesson, don’t take your eyes off your drink."

"Got it!" The two girls laughed happily. "Are you really working? Or just peeking at us!"

"Get lost!"

"Haha!" Kelly and Ella happily walked into the club.

A little episode came to an end, every day the club has some interesting events, like a dancer getting a coin stuck in her private parts and unable to get it out.

A man took too much Viagra, ended up engorged all night, afraid to go home for fear his wife would shoot him.

This is what makes life interesting.

After a day’s work, I went back to my apartment.

Walking into the living room, I smelled a pleasant aroma.

Turning on the light, there was a familiar figure lying on the sofa.

"Are you off work?"

"Helen?"

"It’s me, you said you’d come home often, yet I haven’t seen you in a week, so I made some cakes and pickled cucumbers!"

Helen got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking out a cake.

"Want some? Your fridge is all beer, no food."

"Do you have my key?"

"I remember you like to keep a spare key in the personal mailbox downstairs."

Helen had taken a shower and was wearing my shirt, seeming a bit shy as she looked at me.

She tugged at the shirt to cover her thighs, "Did you give Jesse a Corvette?"

"Yes."

"She doesn’t need it."

"She does, it’s her dream, and I’ll help her achieve it. Don’t worry about the money, I have money now."

"Don’t spoil her too much, Jesse is an adult now, about to go to college, she should be independent."

"We’re all very independent!"

Helen shook her head, smiling, "Not having cake?"

"I’ll have it tomorrow."

"I’ve taken all your clothes to be washed. Go take a shower!"

Helen tossed a pair of underwear at me, and I watched her walk into the bedroom, laying on the bed and adjusting the sheets, her full behind exposed to me.

I suddenly had some strange thoughts.

[Is Kenny looking at my butt?] The observation skill revealed Helen’s inner thoughts.

Fack!

I guessed right, my sister is flirting with me!