novelraw Chapter 150: With Money, You Can Have as Many Women as You Want
Chapter 150: With Money, You Can Have as Many Women as You Want
Ian Sterling sat up from the bed, just lifted the quilt to get out of bed, and the young woman on the bed woke up, blinked her eyes a few times and opened them, seeing a tall, handsome man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing naked at the bedside!"Ah!" She immediately raised her hand to cover her eyes. They had done it last night, but she hadn’t seen it so clearly.
Besides, it was the first time for her to see a man’s body.
Ian Sterling felt awkward, quickly picked up the towel on the floor and wrapped it around his waist, asking her in a deep voice, "How much do you want?"
Knowing it was her first time, he decided to give her a sum of money to avoid her bothering him in the future.
"Who wants your stinking money? Last night we were even." The woman sat up from the bed, glanced at this mature man, feeling a bit dissatisfied, she pouted and said.
She wasn’t someone who slept around; she intended to save her first time for someone she liked, but he snatched it away.
After sleeping with her, he wants to avoid responsibility with money? She didn’t care about his money.
Ian Sterling didn’t speak, went to the bathroom to find his clothes, surprisingly found his phone in the coat pocket, he thought Yara Grant took his phone last night.
He called the bodyguard first, asking him to bring two sets of clothes over.
After hanging up the call, he took out a checkbook, wrote one million and tore it off, walked to the side of the bed, and handed it over, "Take it."
The woman took it, glanced at it, and smiled, only one million, she didn’t care about it. Her sister was very capable, did she need this million?
She tore it up, balled it up, and threw it into the trash can.
"Too little?" Ian Sterling looked at her and asked.
"I’m not selling myself, don’t worry, I won’t pester you. It’s just sleeping with a man, no big deal.
But, Uncle, your skill is really not good, no new tricks, the experience was terrible. You look decent, but didn’t expect you to be so mediocre.
Go back and practice hard."
She looked at him mockingly, just wanting to piss him off, who let him be so rough last night, tormenting her to death?
Ian Sterling’s face wasn’t good after hearing her words, but he held it back, why should he bicker with a strange girl?
"How old are you?" he asked, looking at this face so similar to Summer Nolan’s, made him inexplicably guilty, a sense of guilt.
"I just turned twenty this year, and you?" she propped her head with one hand, looking him up and down and asked.
"... That’s my personal business." Ian Sterling didn’t want her to know that he was almost thirty years old, being called uncle didn’t seem unjustified.
She pouted angrily, why did she honestly tell him? Men are indeed very cunning.
He went to the wardrobe, opened it, pulled out a white bathrobe from inside, and put it on, feeling a bit more comfortable.
Then he went to the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, crossing his long legs, looking at her, and asked, "What do you do for work?"
The bodyguard hadn’t brought the clothes over yet, last night’s clothes were dirty, couldn’t be worn.
"That’s my personal business." She held the quilt with both hands covering her chest, leaned against the headboard and snorted coldly.
Ian Sterling looked at her demeanor, felt she resembled Summer Nolan very much—
"Then how did you offend Arthur Grant?" he asked again.
"He’s an old pervert, no man is a good thing, hmph..." She snorted coldly, and urged him, "Have your people bring the clothes quickly."
She heard him make a call earlier, asking someone to bring clothes over.
Ian Sterling was about to say something when the phone suddenly rang, he went to the bedside table, picked it up, and answered: "Hello..."
"Where are you now? Get back here immediately!" Sean Sterling angrily shouted at him, there was a mother and daughter from the Grant family at home demanding an explanation.
Yara Grant didn’t know who violated her last night, and her face was swollen from being beaten.
Ian Sterling heard Yara Grant crying on the phone, did she still have the face to run to his house to complain?
He took the phone and walked out to the balcony, not fearing his father, said coldly, "Why don’t you ask Yara Grant what she did to me last night first."
Sean Sterling also walked out with his phone, taking the opportunity to coerce his son, not caring whether Yara Grant was clean now.
Wasn’t she just slept by a stranger for one night? It’s not like those women in nightclubs, how dirty could she be?
"She said you were drugged last night, she kindly took you to the guest room, and you knocked her out and threw her outside?
Do you know she was beaten last night and also violated by a man... Now the Grant family demands you marry her, take responsibility!"
Ian Sterling supported himself on the railing, his voice was cold, attitude firm: "It was she who drugged me last night, whatever happened to her last night, she deserved it, I won’t marry her."
"You’re already old enough, still acting so willfully and stubbornly? You can marry her and still like other women, sleep with other women outside!
This time Summit is in crisis, the stock market lost a lot of money, now it needs a large sum of money to turn around, the Grant family said, as long as the two families marry, they’ll help Summit get through the difficulty.
This time you have to agree whether you like it or not!" Sean Sterling angrily ordered his son.
"Am I just a piece in your business game? Don’t you care if I’m happy?" Ian Sterling laughed as he asked his father, unconsciously clenching the hand on the railing.
"Being rich and powerful, standing at the top of the pyramid, surrounded by admiration, that’s true happiness, you better wake up! Hmph, with money, you can have as many women as you want."
"If you want to be a money-making machine, go and be one yourself, don’t try to force me." Ian Sterling was about to hang up when Mr. Sterling suddenly threatened him:
"Do you believe I’ll ruin Summer Nolan? You have three days to think, or don’t blame me for taking action!"
Sean Sterling said coldly and then hung up.
Ian Sterling heard his father’s words, his face was somewhat dark, he would never agree to the marriage alliance, he hated Yara Grant now.
He had to find someone to protect Summer Nolan in secret—
"Knock knock—" The guest room door was suddenly knocked, the woman on the bed turned her head and glanced at him, wrapped the quilt around herself, got off the bed to open the door.
"Miss Nolan?" The bodyguard looked at her in surprise, had Young Master Sterling finally won this woman over?
Vivian Nolan was also surprised; this strange man knew her? Maybe he had been to the bar where she worked?
She didn’t care, glanced at the bag in his hand and asked: "Are those clothes inside?"
"Yes, yes..." The bodyguard respectfully handed the bag over.
She took the bag and slammed the door, going to the bathroom to change clothes, inside was a square-necked white midi dress, and underwear, the preparation was quite complete, just not happy about wearing something so ladylike.
She was attending university while working part-time as a DJ in a bar, now it was summer vacation, she didn’t go home, always doing part-time work in the bar with a few buddies.
She just wanted to earn more money, help her sister with the family loan, usually her clothes were very cool and stylish.
Ian Sterling heard the door close and returned to the room, changing clothes outside.
After waiting for a while, the bathroom door finally opened, she came out with her long straight hair down, feeling very uneasy.
Ian Sterling turned to look at her, his gaze involuntarily lingered on her for a few more seconds—her face was devoid of any makeup, yet still purely beautiful, with fair and tender skin, her features were refined and delicate.
She didn’t have Summer Nolan’s cold and domineering aura, but had a few traces of warmth.