Chapter 1530: Facing Such Beauty, I Can't Help Myself

The male staff here, naturally have looks that are not of ordinary level.

Sophie Sullivan, affluent and extravagant, pointed her slender index finger in the air with a lazy and casual demeanor, carrying a hint of a prodigal’s decadence.

In the Upper Class, men and women each have their own games to play, hardly a novelty anymore.

Especially for someone like Sophie Sullivan, enjoying vast wealth comparable to a nation’s, and as the young Lady from rich family of a child whose father is unknown, naturally has her own ways of entertainment.

The club’s back mountain is by the sea, with an infinity pool connected to a vast blue ocean.

Cecilia Branford holds Country A bloodline, and to please her, the club specially imported an ornamental bamboo forest from Country A, planted by the poolside.

One must say, it indeed adds a touch of charm and style.

The sea breeze blows gently, the bamboo forest rustles softly, bringing peace and calm to the heart.

Sophie Sullivan, dressed in a sexy bikini and draped in an ankle-length white thin shirt, her graceful figure looming faintly, her waterfall-like jet black hair casually tied, lazy and carefree.

“Miss Cecilia Branford, have some fruit juice.” A clear and shy male publicist handed over the juice, eyes fervently fixed on her.

Taking the fruit juice, Sophie drank a sip and casually sat by the poolside, gently kicking at the splashes of water with her legs.

The remaining male staff also eagerly approached to flatter, Sophie resembling the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by a host of stars.

She extended a hand, gently caressing the golden-haired man’s face with a soft smile, “Your eyes are truly beautiful.”

“Does Miss Cecilia Branford like them?” The man smoothly held her hand on his face and bowed down to kiss the back of her hand.

Sophie kicked him away, “Who permitted you to flirt with me?”

“Apologies, Miss Cecilia Branford, faced with such beauty as yours, I couldn’t help myself.”

Sweet nothings.

After drinking half a cup of fruit juice, Sophie took off the thin shirt and dove into the water.

The men’s gaze tightly followed her; such beauty, not to mention earning money, they would pay to be with her.

The Number One Beauty of Country F, not everyone is fortunate to encounter.

One hour later, Sophie, with a cold face, was carried back to the suite by the tall man.

That damned manager!

Only knows how beautiful the bamboo forest is, not aware it attracts mosquitoes?!

She was bitten quite a bit, starting to turn red, itching terribly.

Laying her down on the bed, this man named Joey Morgan took out a hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet, wrapped a bath towel around his waist, not caring that his own hair was still dripping wet.

“Miss Cecilia Branford, I’ll dry your hair first.”

Sitting at the bedside, he patted his legs, tenderly gesturing.

Sophie closed her eyes, resting her head on his legs.

The buzzing sound started, her damp long hair, under his gentle combing fingertips, gradually dried.

In the corridor, the manager was anxious, sweating profusely, “Mister, Mister you can’t go in! This is not a place you can force into, if you don’t leave, we’ll call the police immediately!”

The leading man’s face was dark, impatient with his noise, kicking him away.

The manager clutched his waist, yowled, and couldn’t get up from the ground for a long time.

“Young Master, it’s this room.” Charlie River checked the room number and confirmed.

“Open the door.”

“Yes.” Using the master card snatched from the manager, they swiped open the door.

Joey Morgan heard the noise, suddenly turned his head to look, “Who are you?!”

Thomas Shannon raised his hand, signaling Charlie River and the man in black to leave first.

Sophie gradually opened her eyes, seeing a man who shouldn’t be here.