Chapter 08: Stimulate his visual senses.

Just a moment ago, Charles Smith was accompanying Miss Lillian, who was dressed conservatively in a swimsuit, as they strolled around. He tried to suppress the goosebumps all over his body. How could he resist his playboy instincts? Why didn't he make a move on Miss Lillian?

Hannah Snow opened the door, and Anna felt relieved when she saw her in a knee-length white shirt. This was much better; at least her future daughter-in-law hadn't suffered too much. But she hadn't expected that, in a man's eyes, seeing Hannah Snow like this would be even more unbearable!

Charles seemed somewhat disinterested as he looked at Miss Lillian, who was wearing a conservative two-piece swimsuit and tightly wrapped in a large towel. He couldn't understand why someone like her, a wealthy lady who had returned from the States, would still hold such conservative views.

However, he did notice her fair thighs exposed outside the towel, though not perfectly smooth to the touch. Her skin had some flaws...

He began to glance occasionally towards the direction of the main house, wondering when his dear secretary would come out. Would she dress even more conservatively than Miss Lillian? Perhaps she'd even come out in a bathrobe to shock everyone?

Miss Lillian held a delicate crystal teacup, sipping her rose tea gracefully. How could she not notice the slight disappointment in Charles' eyes? However, the current disappointment was just to set the stage for even more surprises in the future!

Surveying the scene, she noted that some women were dressing more provocatively than her, but what about their figures?

She sighed, "Tsk tsk, either too skinny or too plump. Why are the employees of Charles' company just average?"

Suddenly, faint cries of astonishment from a group of men nearby caught Charles' curiosity. He turned his head, only to be petrified. That woman was intentional! Why did that white shirt look so familiar?

Impossible!

He couldn't be interested in her; he wasn't lacking in women!

Hannah Snow accepted the admiring gazes from those lustful men at the company with a snort. Who did they think she was? Do they want to see her embarrassed? They should consider who they're dealing with!

Hmm, where's that playboy? He's probably hiding in some corner, playing Star Wars again, right?

She pushed up the sunglasses on her nose, lying on a white beach chair by the pool. Charles unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, letting his chest reveal itself provocatively. He closed his eyes as if dozing off, occasionally hearing hushed discussions nearby.

"Wow! Secretary Hannah usually dresses so formally; who knew she had such a hot body?"

"Yeah, for sure! I wonder if the boss will regret not making a move on her?"

"Haha..."

Damn it! If Charles dares to make a move on her, she'll destroy his manhood!

"Hannah!" A voice of disbelief came from beside her.

Hannah slowly pushed up her sunglasses and smiled at her in a cute one-piece swimsuit. Indeed, she was still a newcomer to society, with a bit of a student vibe. It brought back some memories.

"Olivia" Hannah greeted her with a smile. But when she caught a glimpse of that dazzling blond hair, her smile disappeared. Why is that jerk coming over? Can't the ice beauty by his side satisfy him?

"Oh... My junior sister seems to have a pretty good figure!" Charles purposely put on a look of disdain. "But, it does give off a sense of malnutrition. Did you miss the best time for breast development?"