Chapter 268: Eastern European Girls, Nightclub Flirtation

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The two girls made their way to the second floor, looking around.

"Biu, I see him. Oh my God, he's so handsome!"

"Where?"

The brown-haired girl looked around in confusion.

"To the left, at eleven o'clock, the round booth."

"I see him, I see him! Wow, he's really handsome!! Damn, I want to fall in love with him!!"

"Don't dream, people like him would never look at us."

"Hey, Biu, what do you mean by that? Aren't we beautiful? Hmph, even those Hollywood actresses might not be more beautiful than us."

To be honest, both Heather Matarazo and Biu Philippe had exquisite features, and since they had been practicing dance since childhood, they had great bodies and a unique charm.

Heather Matarazo had a more powerful presence, while Biu Philippe seemed more delicate.

The two had been best friends since childhood.

Their homeland, Latvia, was known as a "country of daughters," boasting an overwhelming number of beautiful women.

Latvia had the 31st most supermodels of any country in the world.

Latvia was poor, and women needed to work to support their families.

As a result, the old town gradually became filled with the glow of neon lights and special venues.

At one point, Latvia was even dubbed "Europa's red-light district" or "Europa's city of sex."

Just from the name, one could tell what kind of place Latvia was.

It was a paradise for men. While "monogamy" dominated the modern world, Latvians strongly disliked the system.

Especially the women.

There was even a time when local women united to demand the abolition of this system, simply because so many women couldn't find boyfriends or husbands.

Of course, such a proposal was never passed, which left many Latvian women unable to find a partner.

Twenty years later, Latvian women were still coming up with all kinds of ways to walk down the aisle, and many ended up marrying foreigners.

(P.S.: By the way, Latvia is also one of the countries with the most severe human trafficking of women.)

Heather Matarazo and Biu Philippe were born into typical Latvian families.

Their families had more girls than boys.

Both of them were the youngest daughters, and many of their older sisters worked as dancers in nightclubs to help support the family.

But these two had different ideas—they didn't want to follow their sisters' path and exchange their bodies for money.

Since childhood, they had been working hard to learn dance, hoping to survive solely through dance.

However, despite Latvia having many dance training institutions (and many modeling agencies), there were very few legitimate dance performance opportunities. People who sent their daughters to dance classes often did so so that they could work in nightclubs and bars.

So, the two decided to seize an opportunity at an adult nightclub in Las Vegas that was hiring dancers, and left their homeland to come to America in search of a better life.

But, unfamiliar with the place, finding a legitimate job was no easy task.

To survive, they decided to first hook a rich man, live off him until they found a job.

Of course, they were also prepared to give something in return, which was obvious.

"Biu, you need to be more confident! Come on, lift your head, stick out your chest—we are no worse than those Hollywood stars!"

"Right, we are no worse than those Hollywood stars!"

"And we're women—does Hollywood even have women?"

"Uh, maybe we shouldn't shout that part?"

Biu Philippe felt a little embarrassed.

"Shout it out, don't be afraid! This is our confidence, and no one here can understand our language."

"Well, um..."

"Come on, Biu, don't disappoint me!"

"Okay!" The blonde beauty took a deep breath. "We're virgins~~~!"

The two girls didn't notice that a young man in black had quietly followed them upstairs. He was holding a drink and leaning against the nearby wall, quietly observing them.

When he heard Biu Philippe shout "We're virgins" in Latvian, his eyes brightened, and a greedy look crossed his face.

"Alright, let's go over and flirt with that star!"

Heather pulled Biu's hand, heading toward Martin's booth.

"Hey, Gordon, relax! You're scaring the girls. We're here to have fun!"

"No, Martin, I still don't get it. How did you get in? And how did you order this cocktail? Shouldn't they have checked your ID? Even if they didn't check, with your fame, the security and bartenders would surely recognize you—how could they let you in and even serve you drinks?"

Gordon was utterly confused.

In fact, when Martin got in the car and said he was going to the nightclub, Gordon thought it would be a fun spectacle.

He was prepared for Martin to be rejected at the door, then take him somewhere more suitable for a 15-year-old, but unexpectedly—

The bouncers at the nightclub saw Martin, didn't ask any questions, and let them both inside. The bartender also didn't ask a word and just served Martin his drink...

Was I mistaken? Isn't the drinking age in Las Vegas 21?

"Hey, Gordon, looks like some girls are walking toward us. Wow, two beautiful ones! Stay sharp, man!"

Martin's voice broke Gordon's train of thought.

"Hey, can you buy us a drink?"

Heather Matarazo and Biu Philippe gasped as they approached.

Seeing Martin's perfect features up close left them both in shock, and then their hearts skipped a beat.

If they could actually get with a man like him, they wouldn't even need to scam his money!

Heather, the braver of the two, spoke up with a typical Western bar flirtation line.

Martin, of course, couldn't refuse two beautiful faces.

"Please sit, what would you like to drink?"

"Something like yours, would that be okay?" Heather Matarazo looked at the layered cocktail in Martin's glass, clearly interested.

"Are you sure? This drink is very strong." Martin reminded her.

"Is that so? I'm not afraid!" Heather Matarazo smiled coquettishly.

Biu Philippe sat quietly beside them, not speaking, but occasionally sneaking glances at Martin's face, blushing and lowering her head.

Gordon was a little speechless. The downside of hanging out with Martin was that he was always the invisible one.

He prided himself as a handsome bodyguard, easily fit for a role as a 007, but Martin—this guy's brilliance outshone everyone, even Leonardo would be slightly overshadowed standing next to him.