"Okay." Liamly Finley carefully set the docunt on the table and stood by respectfully awaiting instructions.
For a while, there was no sound in the living room, all quiet.
Occasionally, the sound of a wine bottle clinking against a glass could be heard.
"Mr. Rowan, I’ve heard that a few innocent college girls who serve drinks have just started at the Lanster Hotel. They’re very pure looking, brand new. Do you want to check them out?" As he spoke, Liamly Finley took out his cellphone and flipped through a few photos for Jesse Rowan.
Jesse Rowan frowned and took a glance.
"How co they all look so similar?" he said disdainfully.
"Not really, but they all have V-shaped faces, that’s true." Liamly Finley selected another one, "What about this one? She has an oval face and looks innocent, right?"
Jesse Rowan took another look and waved his hand dismissively, "You dare to show soone this ugly?"
Uh?
Liamly Finley thought that she wasn’t ugly at all.
When did Mr. Rowan beco so picky?
Or perhaps dostic won weren’t to his taste?
"How about this one then? I heard she is a graduate student from the Philosophy Departnt of Jingcheng University, highly educated, good-looking, and it’s her first ti." Liamly Finley whispered in Jesse Rowan’s ear.
"Like that, she’d probably be very stiff in bed," Jesse Rowan scoffed.
"This..." Liamly Finley was at a loss; his young master was too fussy.
He attempted to flip through a few more photos on his phone.
"Mr. Rowan, the night is long and it’s raining; do you want to call a woman to Koi Garden?" Liamly Finley had followed Jesse Rowan for many years and understood his temperant.
Jesse Rowan took a sip of red wine, smacked his lips, and tapped his slender fingers on the glass.
A subtle "ding dong" echoed in the living room.
Jesse Rowan did not speak.
But suddenly, the door to the upstairs bedroom opened.
Joan Harry dragged her tired body to the door and called out, "Little Cocolia, Little Cocolia, pour a cup of brown sugar tea."
At that shout, Liamly Finley was stunned.
He stared at Joan Harry for a long ti.
So it turns out Mr. Rowan... is keeping a beauty hidden.
This woman had fair skin and beauty, with long legs, not a V-shaped face but an oval one, no makeup, pale, with a hint of exhaustion.
Yet, even without makeup, her stunning natural beauty ford a striking presence just by standing there.
Liamly Finley couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
"Keep looking, and I’ll gouge out your eyes," Jesse Rowan suddenly spoke, sternly warning him.
Liamly Finley imdiately turned his head away, "Yes, I won’t look anymore."
Only then did Joan Harry notice there was a guest downstairs.
She gave a detached glance, turned around to go back into the bedroom, and slamd the door shut with a "bang".
Liamly Finley no longer brought up the topic of won with Jesse Rowan; the ones he found certainly could not compare to the one Mr. Rowan had hidden at his ho.
Not even close.
No wonder Mr. Rowan had not asked him to look for beautiful girls lately; it turned out there was already soone at ho.
Liamly Finley suddenly realized this.
Jesse Rowan absentmindedly flipped through the report.
"Mr. Rowan, if there are no further instructions, shall I take my leave?"
"Keep a close eye on the Harry family’s affairs, don’t let others get involved. Such a tasty morsel, if it ends up in soone else’s mouth, I’ll hold you responsible," Jesse Rowan said in a low voice.
"No problem, Mr. Rowan."
"Go on then!"
"Okay."
Liamly Finley hurriedly left, his figure vanishing from the living room as he headed outside.
Jesse Rowan stroked his chin, deep in thought.
A maid ca downstairs, carrying a tray in her hand.
"Little Cocolia, what did Miss Harry ask you for?"
"Mr. Rowan, Miss Harry is having her period; she has stomach cramps and asked to make her brown sugar tea."
Having her period? Jesse Rowan felt very displeased, his face darkened.
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