CHAPTER 126: 62 SORRY, YOUR PANTS ARE WET, LET ME HELP YOU_3

As an experienced real estate agent, she was quite familiar with money laundering in the real estate industry.

Some people had even approached her to handle it.

When Ashley heard my words, she realized she was a rookie.

The man in front of her understood the rules better than she did; this young man seemed to see through everything.

"Using bank loans? Payments not restricted to $10,000?"

"Exactly. Every rule has loopholes, and banks are happy to loan to you."

"Sorry, how old are you?"

"22!"

"Oh my god!" Ashley’s gaze at me changed. In every field, there are elites or geniuses. At 22, a college age, but the young man in front of her had none of the rawness of a student. Young, yet exuding mature charm.

"Which floor do you want to see first?"

"23."

I plan to live on this floor, with the apartment below it for Kelly and Ella. If there’s danger, they can support from below.

"OK!"

Ashley took me to the 23rd floor and led me into an apartment.

It was spacious, much larger than my current studio apartment.

With three bedrooms, a study, and four bathrooms.

Facing the beach were floor-to-ceiling windows, letting sunlight flood the bright living room.

The apartment was renovated, minimalist, and I liked this style.

"How much is this place?"

"$4.7 million!"

Wow, that’s astronomical. I can’t afford it.

"This is the cheapest luxury apartment in Biscayne Bay! Other rents exceed $20,000, and the apartment owner does business in Dubai, so he’s renting out his two apartments cheaply. You’re lucky!"

I saw an old piano on the left side of the living room.

"The client left it. He has only one request: if you don’t use it, don’t touch it. If it’s damaged, you’ll need to compensate."

I opened the piano, sat on the stool in front, placed my hands on the keys, and closed my eyes.

The melody played through the living room.

Ashley’s mouth dropped again, watching me in surprise.

Fast octaves, big leaps, alternating keys, my fingers moved like a machine.

"GOD, is that Liszt’s ’Will o’ the Wisp’?"

I stopped and smiled at her, "Yes!"

This is a highly challenging piano piece, and besides financial expertise, this 22-year-old also knows how to play piano?

The leap is significant.

Watching my profile, Ashley licked her lips.

[My god, he’s handsome. I just now noticed his looks!]

As my charm increased, my appearance was also changing.

Apart from good looks, my aura was changing too.

Women are simple creatures, I mean regarding sexual value or feelings.

Some women like money, some like sensations.

But all women have one thing in common, they like handsome men.

It’s biological instinct, which is why many male animals in nature are more beautiful than females!

It’s a reproduction necessity.

Men at first glance look at a woman’s chest, legs, waist, body comes first, then face.

Women, in contrast, first look at the face, then dressing!

I didn’t mind the hint above Ashley’s head.

"Do you like it here?"

"It’s great, I like it."

This sentence meant she closed the deal.

Ashley combed her hair.

Her right hand unbuttoned a button on her shirt.

The black bra peeked out.

I’m not a virgin, nor a nerd. Ashley’s action revealed an interest, even hoping her sensual outfit would catch my eye.

Ashley smiled sweetly, "I’m off work in 30 minutes; I have two hours at noon."

This was an obvious invite; two hours, does eating need two hours? No.

She was telling me we could make love.

"Thanks! I have an appointment at noon."

WHAT?

Ashley thought she misheard. She’s pretty, with a great figure, pursued by many, yet she never imagined a man would refuse a direct invite.

Oh god.

Ashley awkwardly laughed, feeling embarrassed.

I looked at the intriguing woman before me; some might say, Kenny, you’re an idiot!

However, sophisticated hunters often appear as the prey.

Women have a peculiar trait; if you reject them, they tend to overthink, pondering imperfections.

There’s an ancient saying, the thing you can’t have is most precious!

"Can you tell me your number? Or give me your social account."

"Sorry!"

WHAT?

Ashley’s expression was unnatural, showing embarrassment and hurt.

She almost thought she wasn’t attractive enough.

Ashley embarrassedly put her phone away, "Want some tea?"

To cover her awkwardness, Ashley walked to the kitchen, pulling a teacup from the upper cabinet.

"Sorry, only water!"

"That’s fine!"

Ashley turned to look at me, "You want warm or cold water?"

"Cold water!"

Ashley filled the water, opened the fridge, took out two ice cubes, and dropped them in the cup.

Approaching me, Ashley handed over the cup.

As I reached out, the cup spilled onto my pants.

"GOD!" I quietly cried.

Ashley frantically knelt before me, hands caressing my pants, wiping my crotch.

"I’m sorry, your pants got wet, let me help!"

WHAT?

I looked down at the kneeling woman.

She was touching my penis.

[Pretty real estate agent mode: activated.]

[Wow, his penis is big, Kenny has a great one, he’s erect, I want him inside me.]

Ashley did it on purpose, intentionally spilling the water to touch me.

GOD!

Seeing the hint above Ashley’s head, I closed my eyes; she used crude seduction, without any tactics.

This woman must have watched many adult films!

I encountered a movie scene in real life!

Fucking help!