"Cut it out. Don''t you know there are only worn-out oxen, not worn-out fields?" Melody replied with a sly


    look before twisting away a bit.


    "You little temptress..." Nash''s gaze darkened slightly.


    Sensing that she had stirred up a reaction, Melody quickly escaped from Nash''s embrace and ran back


    to her room. "Go on with your business, I''m going to sleep. Be safe ande back soon!"


    Nash nced down, then sighed and lit a cigarette since smoking helped him calm down. He walked to


    the balcony and leaped off in a single bound.


    ...


    The study of a 500-square-meter standalone vi at Saturn Vi, one of Jonford''s top vi districts,


    once second only to Royal Bay but now second to dwell, was brightly lit.


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    Dressed in a robe, Casey sat by the window flipping through the ssic of the Path and Virtue. His


    expressions varied-sometimes, he was squinting or frowning, and sometimes, he inhaled with


    satisfaction. When the bodyguards downstairs saw his serious image through the window, they could


    not help but show deep respect. It was no wonder he was CEO of Starlight Group. It was hard for him


    not to be wealthy with how he was studying at midnight. He had such a keen attitude to learn.


    Having seemingly grown tired of his studies at around half past midnight, Casey put down the book and


    leaned back in his armchair, breathing heavily. Meanwhile, a woman dressed as a maid,plete with


    bunny ears, covered her mouth and ran out of the room.


    The door opened, and another beautiful woman dressed as a nurse walked in. Her voice was


    coquettish as she said, "Sir, I''m a nurse. Let me give you a check-up!"


    Suddenly, a scream came from the living room. Startled, the nurse hurried out to investigate.


    Casey quickly tied the belt of his bathrobe and made his way to the living room. There, sitting on the


    couch, was a handsome young man holding a newly lit cigarette. "You" sure do like to y around,


    huh?" Nash said, turning his head with a smile that was not quite a smile.


    "W-Who are you?" Casey stammered. "Guards! Guards!" he shouted toward the floor-to-ceiling


    window, but the bodyguards below remained motionless as if frozen.


    Casey''s face turned pale as he stared at Nash, fear and unease evident in his expression. "Who are


    you? What do you want?"


    "I''m here to see you. Dismiss them," Nash demanded, casually tapping his leg and taking another puff


    of his cigarette.


    "Don''t hurt him!" the nurse pleaded pitifully.


    "Get out!" Nash''s tone turned cold. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and a deadly aura


    enveloped him in an instant.


    The beautiful woman dressed as a nurse shivered and hurriedly ran toward the door. The woman


    dressed as a maid also scrambled to leave.


    Casey narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who sent you? How much are they paying you? I can give you


    double!"


    Showing up in the middle of the night usually meant they were assassins, and these desperados were


    all in it for the money. As long as he offered them enough, be still had a chance to live.


    Nash extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "As long as you cooperate with me, I won''t


    kill you!"


    "How do I do that?"


    "Come here and take off your clothes."