Chapter 3

When I returned to the room, I sent my secretary a message to freeze all of Andre's cards.

Spending my money while badmouthing me with his friends—there's no such thing as having it both ways.

"So, see anyone you like?"

Only then did I look up and examine the young men in front of me carefully, then raised my hand to point at the one in the middle.

"You, come here. The rest of you can go."

As soon as I spoke, my assistant pulled several stacks of cash from her bag and handed them out. "Leicester doesn't like her private life being discussed."

They happily left with the money.

"He's the young actor I mentioned before. Twenty years old, name's Torres. Just entered the industry, absolutely clean."

I beckoned to him. Torres walked to my side and I reached out to touch his abs.

Very firm. Very durable.

"Feed me."

My friend tactfully left.

He held a shrimp between his teeth and leaned down toward me. Between his lips was the scent of youthful hormones.

Andre had one thing right.

When there are younger people available, who would want to stay with an old thing?

"Baby, please love me."

"Good boy."

That night, I didn't stop until dawn. I savored every moment.

So much so that I didn't answer the barrage of calls Andre made.

This kind of experience was something twenty-eight-year-old Andre could no longer give me.

He was old. Time to replace him.

Before leaving, I left behind a card and a phone number.

"I'm very satisfied. Let's stay in touch."

Torres's eyes sparkled with excitement and satisfaction as he took the bank card.

See? As long as I have money, I can find anyone I want.

After being thoroughly satisfied all night, I looked exceptionally good today.

At work, even my secretary complimented me on looking especially beautiful and asked me to recommend my beauty salon.

Perhaps because I was in a good mood, work felt particularly easy today.