Chapter 338: Punishment

The business plane glided smoothly through the skies, accompanied by a pulsating, rhythmic soundtrack that filled the cabin. Onboard, four young, stunning flight attendants, clad in form-fitting uniforms, gracefully danced to the music.

Martin raised his wine glass, clinking it with Leonardo, and remarked, "I never expected such thoughtful service from this private charter company." Leonardo took a sip of wine and inquired, "Is this your first time on a private charter flight?"

Martin confessed, "I've only flown first class before."

Nicholson, an experienced traveler, joined the conversation, saying, "Private charter companies can offer a range of high-end services as long as you have the means."

Martin asked with curiosity, "It seems you have a lot of experience!"

Nicholson confidently pulled out a wad of cash and called out, "Ladies, show us something more artistic. I know you're all top performers."

One of the flight attendants playfully responded, "We're here for fun. Fun is the main goal, regardless of wealth."

Martin and Leonardo applauded in unison.

As the music continued, a female flight attendant unbuttoned her uniform in sync with the beat, and a piece of the uniform fluttered into the air. Martin grabbed it and playfully slapped Leonardo with it.

Nicholson generously poured more wine for Martin and Leonardo, and the three of them relished the artistic spectacle.

Martin, with a mischievous smile, asked, "Ladies, do you offer facial washing service?" The flight attendant with just one remaining item coyly replied, "It's not in our service list."

Nicholson wasn't deterred; he slapped the table with cash and inquired, "Can you make an exception?"

All four flight attendants chimed in, "Yes, we can."

One of them added, "I'll get water and facial cleanser..."

Leonardo, however, interjected, "No water. You need to use milk."

The delicate flight attendant hesitated but said, "We're not sure how to do it."

Martin, realizing his cash was in his luggage, took some money directly from Nicholson's hand and inquired, "Are you really up for it?"

The four flight attendants agreed in unison, "We can learn."

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the trio enjoyed an unexpected facial cleansing experience.

The facial cleanser's quality exceeded expectations; it was gentle, fresh, and invigorating. Unfortunately, a sudden turbulence interrupted their impromptu spa treatment.

During the plane's bumpy ride, Nicholson couldn't resist asking loudly, "Have you ever tried anything in the air?"

Martin replied with a laugh, "No."

Nicholson, teasingly, said, "You're quite behind the times. You better catch up, or Leo and I might have to fire you!"

Suddenly, Martin had an idea. He thought that during the helicopter ride to the private island, he might ask some interested supermodels to join him. Turning to Leonardo, he asked, "Aren't you into environmental protection? Yet you're engaging in such activities on a plane!"

Leonardo defended himself, saying, "Can't I engage with the female head of an environmental organization on a plane? It's not environmentally friendly enough?"

Martin was left speechless.

These wealthy and leisurely individuals truly knew how to enjoy themselves.

The business plane smoothly landed at Miami Airport. In the presidential suite of a nearby hotel, the trio met everyone attending Alessandro Ambrosio's pre-wedding bachelor party.

After this year's Victoria's Secret show, Gisele Bundchen ended her long-term contract with Victoria's Secret and started her solo career. Heidi Klum, getting older, had passed the Victoria's Secret angel mantle to Ambrosio.

This time, Ambrosio's pre-wedding bash boasted 18 models in attendance.

Standing at the door of the presidential suite, Martin recognized many familiar faces. Heidi Klum, Alessandra Ambrosio, Karolina Kurkova, Adriana Lima, Angela Lindvall, Miranda Kerr, Erin Heatherton, Doutzen Kroes, Isabelle Goulart, and Caroline Trentini, among others.

Heidi Klum immediately approached Martin, accusing him, "You've been avoiding me!"

Martin raised his hands in defense, saying, "Hey, Heidi, why would I avoid you?"

Angela Lindvall joined the conversation, placing her arm on Martin's shoulder, and teased, "Of course, we make him feel guilty."

Heidi expressed her disappointment, "You attended my bachelor party but missed my wedding. I'm truly let down and saddened."

KK added her suggestion, "Heidi, why don't we just keep him here? Angie and I will hold him down, and you can use whatever means you prefer." Martin grinned and reminded them, "Your memory must be slipping, forgetting who dominated whom last time."

Angela provocatively unzipped her dress, saying, "Are we afraid of you?" She gestured to her entourage, "Look at our sisterhood. When we arrived, we told you that if you couldn't handle it, you wouldn't need to come back—just dig a hole on the island and bury yourself."

Seeing the tension escalate, Ambrosio intervened, jumping onto a table and clapping her hands, "Alright, you scoundrel and wayward women, enough of this. You can endure it until we reach the island!"

She reached down and said, "Sisters, don't forget our agreement!"

One of her fellow models handed Ambrosio two small sculptures. She held them up; they were miniature clown sculptures, clearly resembling Martin.

Among the items in Ambrosio's hands was a glass bottle filled with vibrant green liquid. Containing menthol oil!

Ambrosio playfully shook these two items and announced their purpose, "You've all tasted these already. If anyone misbehaves secretly before we reach the island, all the sisters will take turns using these on her!"

Martin gazed at the objects held by Ambrosio, feeling a bit bewildered. He couldn't recall giving souvenirs to the supermodels.

Leonardo readily agreed with Ambrosio, saying, "Alright."

Martin separated Heidi and Angela, pulling Leonardo aside, and inquired, "What's the story behind those items in AA's hands?"

Leonardo chuckled, "Didn't I ask you for some souvenirs last time? I actually handed them over to the supermodels."

Nicholson chimed in, "And I provided him with the menthol oil."

Martin sighed, "You two are indeed my great friends!"

Leonardo draped his arm over Martin's shoulder, teasing, "Good things are meant to be shared!"

Ambrosio brought her blonde assistant over to negotiate with the trio of misfits.

Martin looked at the familiar-looking blonde assistant and said, "AA, why don't you introduce me?"

Ambrosio, with a hint of amusement, introduced, "This is Candice, from South Africa, a model."

Candice warmly shook hands with the three Martins and expressed, "Hello."

She seemed to disregard Nicholson and the unmistakably portly Leonardo, addressing Martin directly, "I'm really looking forward to the island party."

Martin responded, "Once we're on the island, you can come to me anytime."

This group of fun-loving people, both men and women, had reserved a private island primarily for surfing.

The trio of rascals had been frequenting Hollywood, and, unsurprisingly, even the supermodels were more open than ever. Everyone was in high spirits and hardly bothered to hide it.

While having fun was a priority on this trip, health couldn't be disregarded.

Ambrosio and Heidi had dismissed the wolfish girls from the Sisterhood for the time being, focusing on negotiations with the Bastard Trio.

Nicholson, of course, refused to budge and insisted on exchanging the physical examination reports of the three men with Ambrosio, asserting, "We just had them this week."

Ambrosio reciprocated with the physical examination reports of the sister group, and Leonardo perused them beside Martin.

The supermodels not only had blood test reports but also records of contraceptive injections. Sterilization proof wasn't required of the men in these cases.

While Nicholson didn't seem to mind, Martin and Leonardo had no intention of quitting, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

Both parties took their responsibilities seriously, ensuring a carefree and safe experience.

The cost was also discussed seriously. Ambrosio felt it was her bachelor party, so she covered the island rental and initial room remodeling expenses. The Bastard Trio took care of other costs like flights and meals.

Nicholson, in his bold manner, declared that he had already covered the expenses.

After the negotiations were complete, both parties destroyed the relevant reports. Ambrosio, on behalf of the sister group, hugged the three Martins and emphasized, "As a gift for my bachelor party and a Christmas gift for the sister group, you cannot go solo from now on to prevent any misunderstandings."

Nicholson and Leonardo exchanged knowing glances, and Martin became the recipient of their scrutiny.

Martin complained, "What do you mean, you two? Am I that kind of person?"

Leonardo brought up a previous incident, saying, "At Heidi's party last time, you were quite active. Remember the game of wearing flowers..."

Martin retorted, "You two are no better!"

Ambrosio coughed loudly, interrupting them and said, "To avoid a repeat of last time's situation, we've prepared a high-protein meal plan for you three, formulated by a nutritionist. You're going to love it."

Martin warmly embraced Ambrosio and exclaimed, "My dear, you're so considerate."

Leonardo inquired, "AA, who are you marrying next?"

Ambrosio laughed, "I'll definitely invite you to future bachelor parties." She looked at Martin and added, "Especially you. Last time we had a lot of fun together."

Martin silently vowed to extend his heartfelt blessings to these supermodels, who might get married annually. What better way to express his sincere wishes than through these millions of blessings?

The two parties enjoyed a restful night at the hotel. They adhered to their agreement and refrained from crossing any boundaries, knowing that the real party was awaiting them on the island.

The following morning, three passenger helicopters landed on the hotel's rooftop platform.

With a group of over twenty people, they took off from Miami and arrived at a private island south of the Florida Peninsula.

Martin had coordinated with Ambrosio beforehand, ensuring that specific rooms on the island were tailored to accommodate their needs.

Upon arrival, all the chefs, housekeepers, and security personnel rushed to the eastern side of the island.

The southwest was left to the revelers.