Keeping a Toy Boy

Autumn sneered, "Wow, truly stunning! Only a gigolo could live up to that word!"

The shop assistant added, "Miss, why don't you pick a light-colored tie as well? You won't find this quality anywhere else, especially to match such high-end blue."

In the video, Elena glanced at the tie display. The man nodded first, "Alright."

He led Elena over. The ties were indeed a dazzling array. The man pulled out an ivory white tie and handed it to the assistant, who quickly wrapped it up. The assistant continued, "Dear, would you like to check out our shoes? The right shoes are crucial for such a high-end blue. Ordinary colors would lower the grade."

I had to applaud the assistant—what keen sales skills.

Elena seemed a bit reluctant, her tone flat, "No, maybe next time. We have other things to do."

The man nuzzled her face and softly said, "Darling, I really don't have shoes to match this color! Could you help me out?"

Elena shot him a hard smile. The man used his long arm to spin her 180 degrees, facing the shoe section. Reluctantly, Elena was led over and browsed briefly. The man pointed with his slender finger, "How about this pair? Okay?"

Elena had no choice but to nod, "Alright, these then."

"Excellent choice, sir! These are the latest limited edition—only two pairs in total!" The assistant cheerfully took the shoes and handed them to another assistant to wrap. Then she gestured again, "Over there we also have..."

Elena glared at the assistant, "I said we're in a hurry!"

The man's eyes dimmed slightly but he still raised his eyebrows and smiled, squeezing Elena's waist. Elena gave him a flirtatious look, clearly eager to leave.

We all got goosebumps watching.

"Oh my god, how sickening! Look at this lavish lifestyle—just nauseating!" Inara couldn't help but speak out.

She turned to me and sarcastically said, "Chloe, look at you. So capable, supporting a whole troupe! Your money is funding all these 'special staff.' Surprised? The government should give you a special contribution award!"

Gabriella and Autumn couldn't hold back their laughter. Gabriella added, "You're truly eligible. No one else but you!"

I frowned, "No need for awards, but I'm definitely about to hit the jackpot."

Damn it, heaven is really helping me. I was just thinking this morning about getting Elena's car back, and now the opportunity presents itself.

Hearing my words, the three of them asked in unison, "What do you mean?"

I leaned in and whispered my plan to them. After hearing it, they all clapped in agreement.

Gabriella clapped her hands, "Let's go find somewhere comfortable. Even mistresses know how to enjoy life. We should relax too. My treat!"

"I'll treat. Deng Dog was in a generous mood today, saying we should go somewhere nice. I'm going to bleed him dry!" I stood up, "He gave me a credit card!"

"That was yours to begin with!" Inara protested.

I gave her a look, "Don't worry, I'll get it all back, bit by bit."

Gabriella asked the assistant to send me the video, "Keep it; it's useful!"

I nodded, "This will be very useful, like bait! But a pricey one—a car!"

We shared a knowing smile and thanked the manager and the assistant before heading out of the mall.

Gabriella took us to a newly opened women's club. The body treatments were endless; every part of you could be pampered.

Gabriella arranged a four-person room so we could talk. We got the full package: back, chest, and other areas.

As I enjoyed the massage, I joked with Gabriella, "Isn't this much better than being at the mercy of a gigolo?"

The three of them burst into laughter. Autumn cradled her stomach, "Sis, stop saying such things. There's a baby here! It's not good for my little one to hear."

"Come on! This is early education. Better than going astray later!" Gabriella retorted dismissively.

"Go to hell! My son would never become a gigolo. How is that going astray?" Autumn shot back, her words always sharp.

I chuckled quietly. They all looked at me, and I turned to them with a mysterious smile, "I've thought of a way to make the Deng family fight amongst themselves, thanks to Elena's gigolo!"

Autumn's interest was piqued, "You mean...?"

Gabriella quickly cleared her throat and said to the masseuses, "Take a break and bring us some snacks. We'll continue later."

I understood Gabriella's intention immediately. The masseuses looked eager for gossip, and I realized it was a close call—almost spilled too much. These people couldn't be trusted fully.

The masseuses stopped and left.

I then whispered, "Deng Dog is compromised! Inara, you know what I mean."

Inara's face lit up, and she sat up quickly, "Really?"

I nodded with a smile, "It seems so. He's been having occasional fevers, looking very tired and irritable. Even treating his mom roughly. It's probably true!"

"No way!" Inara nearly jumped off the beauty bed. "That's so satisfying!"

Gabriella and Autumn looked puzzled and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Inara, thrilled, explained it to them in low tones. They both looked horrified.

"Really? This... this is too much..."

"Too much? He brought it on himself! Walk by the river long enough, and you'll get your feet wet. This way is better than unknowingly wetting his feet and messing things up."

"Terrifying to think about! Oh, I can't take it!" Autumn shivered, looking at me in shock, "Really?"

I nodded firmly, "Really! Gabriella is right. If I stayed passive, I'd be dead by now."

"Oh my! Then..."

Inara muttered gleefully.

I shushed her, whispering, "This needs to be pinned on Elena. She deserves it, and it'll keep Deng Dog from getting suspicious."