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Warm softness in his arms put Shawn Young in a great mood. Holding Rainie Bai close, he headed down to the lobby. Samantha, the Flirty Hostess, perched at the front desk, cracking sunflower seeds. As usual, she was dressed to kill: a super-short skirt, tight and tiny, her chest pushed up for maximum cleavage. She was pretty tempting—if you could ignore the thick cloud of cheap perfume and the heavy layer of foundation caked on her face. The kicker? She munched seeds, zoned out to a soap opera, her pale thighs spread wide in a dramatic pose, flashing her red panties for all to see!
As soon as Samantha, the Flirty Hostess, spotted Shawn Young and Rainie Bai coming down together, all snuggled up, her eyes lit up. She stared at Rainie Bai’s soft, pink cheeks with a flash of jealousy, then let her gaze wander over Shawn Young, lingering greedily on his handsome face before drifting lower to his crotch, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She giggled, looking like she wanted to jump him right there.
Shawn could feel Samantha’s heated gaze locked onto his crotch, making him squirm a bit. He instinctively covered himself with his right hand. Clearly, this woman was a long-neglected, unsatisfied wife—at her age, she was as ravenous as a wolf! For a young, strong, and handsome guy like Shawn, she had zero resistance, especially in the anything-goes atmosphere of Mai Zayan, running a hotel and seeing couples get frisky every day. Her ‘mental boundaries’ were way beyond those of ordinary housewives!
When Shawn handed Samantha the room key, she deliberately held onto his hand, giggling, “Hehe—handsome boy, you were really something last night! So fierce!”
“Uh—what’s up?” Shawn felt her soft white hand teasing his palm—a clear sign she was flirting. He glanced at Rainie Bai, who was blushing furiously and staring at the floor. Suddenly, Shawn realized what Samantha meant.
He quickly pulled his hand back, afraid Samantha, the Flirty Hostess, might drag him into a corner for something naughty. After all, his standards had gone way up—he now had several top-tier beauties by his side, so he wasn’t interested in tacky women like her!
Samantha’s attempt to flirt with Shawn failed, and she was visibly annoyed. Seeing the stunning Rainie Bai next to him only made her more frustrated. She thought about her ‘useless’ husband, still fooling around back in the mainland, leaving her alone here—unsatisfied in every way. Samantha sighed, her voice dripping with envy:
“Aiya—handsome boy, you and your girlfriend are wild! I could hear you two all the way downstairs, sounded like you were charging into battle—so fierce! I can’t believe you lasted so long! And today you both look so refreshed—so enviable! If my deadbeat husband had even half your energy, I’d be satisfied, hehe—”
“Uh—haha—well, we’re just young and full of energy—” Shawn hadn’t expected the ‘commotion’ he and Rainie Bai made to be so loud, actually turning on the lonely Samantha. His face flushed, but deep down he was a bit proud—looks like his stamina really was impressive!
Rainie Bai, on the other hand, was mortified. Her cheeks burned so red she thought she might burst into flames. She knew her cries last night had been way too loud—all thanks to Shawn’s relentless energy. If he hadn’t been so wild, she never would’ve screamed so shamelessly! Flustered and giggling nervously, she grabbed Shawn’s hand and hustled him out of Harmony Inn, practically dragging him along.
“Handsome boy, pretty girl, come again next time! Hehe—” Samantha, the Flirty Hostess, called after them. Rainie Bai squeaked, her face beet-red, and hurried Shawn Young away as fast as she could.
Finally free from Harmony Inn, the two walked down the street. Mai Zayan’s streets weren’t crowded during the day—aside from the blazing sun, most people were holed up in casinos or hotels, gambling, enjoying air conditioning, or just doing whatever they pleased.
In just a few minutes, they reached the entrance of the New Orient Grand Hotel. Rainie Bai puffed up her cheeks, looking determined but still a little flustered. “I—I want to find my dad now. Maybe he’s gambling in the New Orient?”
“Your dad’s only got a little cash—probably not even enough to tip the waiters! He wouldn’t be in a fancy casino like this. We might find him in one of those small street-side gambling stalls!” Shawn replied.
Rainie Bai sighed. “Yeah, that’s true… No matter where he is, I have to make sure he’s willing to come home with me. It’s my mom’s only dying wish.”
“Don’t worry, Rainie—I’ll help you make it happen! Let’s find your dad first.” Shawn nodded, taking Rainie Bai’s slender hand. They started searching the small private gambling stalls along the street. The area wasn’t that big; if Simon Bai was in one of those dens, they’d find him.
After checking just two gambling stalls, they spotted a familiar big bald head—David Yu’s chubby face grinned as he hurried over, bowing and greeting them eagerly: “Hey Boss Shawn, Boss Rainie! I’ve been waiting for you guys forever!”
Rainie Bai looked at him curiously, her eyes wide. “Wait—don’t tell me you’re here to ask for more money? I already gave you five bucks for your trouble! You didn’t blow it all at the tables again, did you?”
David Yu was stunned. He quickly shook his head, “Oh, Boss Rainie, you’ve got me all wrong! I’m not here for money—I want Boss Shawn to help me interpret my dream! I waited for you two all night, while you were off having fun. So come on, Boss Shawn, help me out!”