,"Honey, you must have been waiting anxiously." The paunchy man walked up to Titus Zane, patting his own belly, looking like a woman several months into her pregnancy.
Despite not being handsome, one could tell at a glance that he was a man of wealth.
Four bodyguards were stationed discreetly not far away, with eagle-like eyes peering vigilantly from behind dark sunglasses.
Titus Zane turned his head, his hands relaxed as he languidly leaned on the railing, lips curved up in a slight pout and brows knit together.
"You say that, yet if you were afraid of your tigress mother at home, you shouldn’t have brought me to Paris Fashion Week!"
"Alright, alright, no more temper, it’s all my fault, let’s not upset Honey."
The pregnant-man-like figure gently patted Titus Zane’s back, cooing in an attempt to appease him, "Hmph!" Titus Zane angrily turned his head away, facing the river, refusing to pay any attention.
"You always fob me off with that line!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I won’t fob you off, I won’t," the man placated the beauty throwing a tantrum, quickly trying to appease him with a smile, "Once we’re back in the country, Honey, whatever city you like, I promise to buy you the best property as a gift!"
"I don’t want it! I want to work at your company!" Titus Zane turned around, grasping the boss’s collar, pouting flirtatiously as he seized the opportunity to make his conditions known.
"Honey, don’t make this difficult for me," the boss chuckled, lifting his plump hand to gently stroke Titus Zane’s hair, "What’s so good about working? It’s hard on you, a beauty like you should be kept by a man, enjoying life."
"I’m ignoring you!" Titus Zane pretended to be displeased and turned around, a flash of disgust briefly crossing his eyes.
"There, there, let’s go back to the hotel for a rest, and then have dinner together," the boss patted Titus Zane’s back, his tone as if coddling a child, which gave Titus Zane goosebumps, though he had no choice but to force a smile and reply.
"I can’t accompany you tonight; I’ve made plans with my girlfriends who are coming over."
Upon hearing the word "girlfriends," the boss’s eyes lit up, "You’re bringing your girlfriends over?"
"How old is she? Is she pretty?"
"You’re such a flirt!" Titus Zane playfully chided, tapping the boss’s forehead, his alluring smile tinged with subtle disdain.
"Hehe..." The boss lasciviously grasped Titus Zane’s hand and laughed, "One day, let’s have a meal with your girlfriend, and if we have the chance, enjoy a threesome!"
"In your dreams, my girlfriend is a classy lady!" Titus Zane yanked his hand away.
The boss’s laugh took on a more profound meaning, "That’s not necessarily true, after all, weren’t you... just as high and mighty once."
Titus Zane wasn’t annoyed by the exposure of his past, instead, he smiled and poked the boss’s chest, "It’s only because you’re a rich and easy mark!"
"That’s right, I’m short on everything else but never short on money, haha..." The boss laughed heartily, head thrown back.
As an internet titan, with just a flick of the fingers, his research institute could bring in a considerable fortune.
Watching the boss laugh with abandon, a hint of disdain once again flitted through Titus Zane’s seductive eyes. Lifting his wrist, he rested his slender hand on the boss’s chest, urging with a smile, "Come on, let’s hurry up, my girlfriends are about to arrive, don’t linger and be in the way!"
"Okay, okay," the boss, good-natured as always, laughed and brought Titus Zane’s hand to his lips for a gentle kiss before he was willing to leave.
"Remember to treat my girlfriends to a feast," the boss said with generosity, handing a Gold Card to Titus Zane as he left. "I knew you loved me the most!" Titus Zane took the initiative to hug the boss’s neck.