Chapter 270: Avoiding Trouble and Milking the Cash Cow

Outside the bar.

Gordon and Martin were waiting for the car at the nightclub entrance.

Gordon looked at Martin, curious, and asked:

"Martin, why?"

"Why what?"

"Those two girls, they're both quite attractive, especially the one called Biu. She'd be considered top-tier even in Hollywood, right? How could you turn them down?"

"They were too obvious."

"I get that, but you've had plenty of women approach you with ulterior motives before, haven't you?"

This was what Gordon was truly curious about.

Having followed Martin for years, Gordon knew that Martin wasn't exactly a saint. Many of the women he'd been with had approached him with clear intentions.

What puzzled Gordon the most was that after sleeping with these women, they immediately became Martin's loyal "partners."

This made him wonder how Martin managed it all.

Gordon could only chalk it up to Martin's extraordinary abilities in that department—those women were likely "won over" by his charm!

But why the hesitation this time?

Martin chuckled.

"The reason is simple. I don't want to deal with the trouble!"

"Those two girls have unclear backgrounds, and I don't know their identities. What if someone sees us together, or worse, what if they're trying to blackmail me with this?..." Martin shook his head. "I'm not willing to take that risk."

"Besides!" he smiled, "Do I really need women?"

The main reason Martin didn't want to waste his time, energy, and charm on two women he'd just met was that he had two "fairies" waiting for his attention back at the hotel!

"That's true!" Gordon nodded. He also knew about Martin's secret relationships with Liv Tyler and Cate Blanchett. His boss was definitely not lacking in the affection department.

Inside the bar.

Heather and Roger were getting along famously.

Roger seemed well-off, constantly pouring her drinks—vodka, champagne, whiskey…

Even though Heather had a strong tolerance for alcohol, she was starting to feel a bit tipsy.

Biu, sitting next to her, was concerned. She hadn't even finished her own glass of vodka, while Heather had already downed four.

This wasn't good!

So, Biu tugged on Heather's sleeve and whispered in her ear: "Drink less, you're getting drunk."

"I'm fine! I'm happy, I'm really happy to meet Roger, and he's from my hometown and buying such good drinks for me. By the way, Roger, what do you do for a living?" Heather said with a sly look in her eyes.

Clearly, she wasn't as drunk as she appeared!

Roger replied, "Me? I own a small distillery. You know Grey Goose Vodka? That's from my distillery."

Heather's eyes lit up. She knew she'd found someone wealthy, and her financial future for the next six months seemed secure.

She gave Biu a look.

But to her surprise, Biu shook her head.

To be honest, Biu didn't have a good impression of Roger. She thought he was too slick and had been pushing Heather to drink, looking like he had ulterior motives.

Though she was a bit tipsy, Biu's mind was still sharp. She and Heather weren't here to be the ones caught—they were the ones supposed to be reeling in the men!

Just then, Roger suddenly asked, "Heather, that guy who left earlier was Martin, right? Do you know him? He's a huge star!"

Heather hiccupped, not concerned at all, "I just met him today. Is he famous in America?"

"Of course! He's the biggest star in America. You really don't know him?"

Biu found it strange. Why was Roger so interested in their connection with Martin?

She heard Heather say, "No, I don't know him. Honestly, I only found out about him after coming to America. Today was the first time I met him."

"Didn't he say he'd meet you again?" Roger asked.

"Nope. This idiot, doesn't he like women? Is he gay?" Heather blurted out, her inhibitions lowered from the alcohol.

Roger chuckled, relieved. "Well, he just doesn't have good taste. I think you both are more beautiful than Hollywood stars."

"By the way, do you have boyfriends?"

Roger steered the conversation toward boyfriends, and Heather perked up, feeling the opportunity arise.

Since Biu wasn't interested, she'd take the lead!

Hmm, with my beauty, I can handle this guy on my own! If needed, I'll help Biu out later.

...

"Neither Biu nor I have ever had boyfriends. You know, in our place, there are more girls than boys, and we're still young, so there wasn't really an opportunity!" Heather said.

Roger's eyes gleamed as he probed, "What do you think of me? How about I become your boyfriend?"

"We?" Heather laughed and reached up to touch Roger's chin. "That's a dangerous thought!"

Biu added, "I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now."

Though she'd agreed with Heather to "fish for a man," she just didn't have a good feeling about Roger—especially after comparing him to Martin.

Roger laughed, "Oh, since Biu doesn't want one, how about you, Heather? Want to give it a try?"

"I'm fine!" Heather leaned in, and Roger pretended to kiss her, but she dodged, laughing. "I haven't found a place for us to stay yet."

"Stay at my place! I have a two-bedroom apartment. We can share one room, and Biu can have the other." Roger said without hesitation.

Heather looked smugly at Biu, as if to show off her own ability to handle the situation.

Then, Roger got up to go to the bathroom.

Biu said to Heather, "I... I'm not sure I want to go."

Heather was taken aback. "Where will you stay? You can't just sleep on the streets."

"I… I can find a 24-hour chicken shop to spend the night. Tomorrow, I'll look for a job. Heather, maybe we should abandon this plan. I don't think I'm cut out for fishing for men."

"Come on, we're here to dance, not to work! What about your dreams?"

"I can work and look for the right dance troupe at the same time."

"Heh, and do you still have time to practice dancing? With weak basics, your chances of being chosen by a dance troupe are slim!"

"This—"

"Trust me, we'll go to Roger's. You won't have to do anything. I'll handle him. If I have food, you'll have food. If I have a place to stay, you'll have a place to stay."

Heather was very loyal.

"Since you think so highly of him, why don't you just become Roger's girlfriend?"

"Silly, how could that be possible? People like him don't look for a steady girlfriend with someone like us."

"Heather, where's your confidence? Go get him!"

"Haha, of course I'm confident! Fine, I admit it. I don't like this guy either. I'm just sticking with him for now to get through this tough time."

"Heather, should we still—"

"No, I've made up my mind. Who cares about virginity or not, isn't living more important?"

Just then, Roger returned.

"Ladies, it's about time to leave. My driver has brought the car to the entrance."

"Wow, you have a driver. Your distillery must be very profitable!" Heather continued to pry.

"It's alright. I earn a couple million a year without any problem!" Roger said proudly.

Heather's eyes grew brighter. Hmm, I'll have to milk this guy for all he's worth.