Chapter 71: Mysterious Top Money Of Ryan

Linda really didn’t have much experience with oral sex. Even though she was willing to take it in her mouth, she couldn’t handle the final moment properly.

She stared in disbelief at the scene before her, something she could never have imagined.

The goddess in so many people’s hearts, the number one fantasy of Videl’s male students, that beautiful face was willingly kneeling between a man’s legs.

Her rosy little mouth gently took in the dick, prolonging his pleasure, not caring at all that it was covered in Linda’s saliva.

Such submissiveness was already shocking enough, but what really struck her was the obvious swallowing motion in Anna’s throat, she was sucking and swallowing without a moment’s hesitation.

"You two are amazing..."

After a long while, the man’s tense, twitching body finally relaxed. Ryan let out a long breath. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Anna smiled softly and licked the dick clean from top to bottom, which left Linda utterly dumbfounded, feeling an immense pressure.

"Ryan, are you done yet?"

Angler’s voice came from outside. The stairs were made of wrought iron, and every step echoed.

Ryan quickly pulled up his pants. The two women quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up, at least to wipe their mouths clean.

Ryan lit a cigarette and laughed, "Done. The ladies are in the bathroom. They’ll be down soon."

After cleaning up, they walked to the door together. Angler said politely, "Ryan, what do you want to eat? Brilliant Hotel?"

"No, I’m a bit tired of it."

Ryan shook his head firmly. He was starving by now. His nose twitched, catching the scent of a particularly rich, buttery aroma wafting over.

The club occupied such a large area mainly because it was in an industrial park, and the first floor was filled with restaurants of all sizes.

There were flavors from all over the world. The smell Ryan caught came from a grill on the terrace of the neighboring restaurant.

He looked up and saw a modern Western steakhouse. Angler smiled and said, "This is a French-inspired grill house. They specialize in dry-aged steaks and truffle fries. The flavor is very authentic, we eat here sometimes too."

"Then let’s eat here. Have them bring a portable grill over. We’ll just eat right at your entrance."

Ryan didn’t consult the two women at all. They were both obedient and had no objections.

Angler secretly gave a thumbs up and immediately had the restaurant owner set things up.

A folding table, a few small stools, the standard setup for a casual outdoor bistro, full of street-market charm. In other words, very down-to-earth.

As soon as they sat down, the two women busied themselves setting out the utensils and even rinsed them with hot water, very dutiful. Angler couldn’t help thinking, Well trained indeed.

First came a basket of freshly baked sourdough with whipped butter and a small platter of marinated olives. Before long, a small charcoal grill was brought out, and a cast-iron skillet was placed on top.

The butter sizzled, with garlic and rosemary sprigs floating in it. Dry-aged ribeye, filet mignon, and bone-in strip were all sorted on a wooden board nearby.

Club staff brought over an ice bucket filled with chilled champagne...

"If you’re not used to it, you can order something else."

Ryan stared hungrily at the searing steak, absolutely starving by now.

Anna laughed, "No need. My grandpa used to take us to steak houses when I was little too."

Since she was being so agreeable, Linda wasn’t about to fall behind. Instead, she picked up the menu and said, "Let’s also get a platter of grilled bone marrow and lobster mac. That should be good."

"Alright!"

Angler called the order over to the restaurant.

While the men clinked their champagne flutes, Anna and Linda exchanged a quick glance.

Their thoughts were clear: Ryan was tired of fancy delicacies. Rarely did he enjoy something so down-to-earth. There was no way they were going to ruin his mood.

Eating rich, buttery steak while drinking ice-cold champagne in the summer, sitting by the charcoal grill, they were soon drenched in sweat.

Angler took off his shirt, revealing his pale belly, and said, "Damn, this is definitely more enjoyable than being in an air-conditioned room. You really know how to live."

Seeing a rich young master like that go bare-chested, Ryan took off his shirt too.

Anna took the opportunity to ask, "Brother Angler, aside from the car you got for me, what’s the best car you have here?"

Angler said directly, "The other cars aren’t worth as much. If you want a good one, even if you have the money, the biggest problem is the wait."

"Especially Ferrari, I hate them the most. Even after you pay, they still investigate your income."

As he spoke, Angler opened a new bottle, raised it, and said with a laugh, "But Ryan is something else. The money came straight from your card, and Ferrari not only said no investigation needed, but they also told me to watch my service attitude so I don’t lose my dealership license."

"And I got a call from their vice president, basically saying they’d like to visit such a distinguished client."

"Of course, that’s only if you give the okay first."

Ryan said bluntly, "Tell him to get lost. It’s not even that expensive of a car, why are they doing client visits? I don’t have time for that."

"Alright, I’ll give him that reply tomorrow."

Angler was both happy and relieved to hear that. In truth, Ferrari was known for being strict to maintain their brand image, but this time they had actually backed down.

This was the first time he’d seen anything like it. He was both satisfied and curious, what kind of card, once swiped, made them so humble without even knowing who the person was?

Linda and Anna both felt a shared sense of pride at that moment. They unconsciously puffed out their chests and quietly clinked their champagne glasses together.

Anna took the chance to say, "Ryan, Linda doesn’t have a car to get around yet."

Linda was startled at first, but then she felt no gratitude at all.

Given Ryan’s level, buying a car was like buying a bun. As long as she acted cute enough, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. She didn’t need you to play the good person.

This green-tea bitch... do you need to act so magnanimous?

Seeing her attitude, it was clear she knew she couldn’t have him exclusively, so she was aiming for the position of the main wife.

Angler laughed, "I sold you my best one already. The SF90 would take about half a year to order again. The money shouldn’t be an issue for Ryan, but the wait time is pretty long."

Thinking of all those luxury cars in the showroom, Linda’s heart was itching with desire.

Ryan thought for a moment and said, "Linda, go take a look and see which car you like in there."

"Can... can I?"

Linda’s heart was racing, and she felt a bit nervous.

Angler saw that a deal was coming, so he immediately called over his top salesperson to accompany Linda to look at the cars.

Many of the cars from the last auto show were kept here in stock, basically not moved and waiting to be sent to other cities for the next show. Besides the SF90, there were actually quite a few other luxury cars to choose from.

Linda wasn’t an easy pushover either. After walking a few steps and making sure no one else could hear, she said, "Sir, aside from the SF90, which one is the best?"