Masseuse number one had a cool, aloof face and a strikingly hot figure.


    "Impressive!" the manager eximed. "Mr. Wilcox, you have a keen eye. Masseuse number one is actually a martial artist. She uses her true energy to stimte trigger points, promoting blood cirction and muscle rxation. She''s our top masseuse here at Diario


    Bathhouse!"


    The manager skillfully praised both his staff and the guests'' choices.


    Then, Theo turned to Nash. "Nashy, masseuse number nine looks quite good!"


    Nash nced over at masseuse number nine. Her appearance and demeanor were wless, with an alluring figure boasting a full D cup.


    Her beautiful face held a shy, innocent expression that gave her a delicate charm.


    Nash nodded calmly.


    The manager hesitated, unsure of whom topliment. Should he praise Theo or the gentleman called Nash?


    The fact that Theo called him so affectionately indicated his high status. Complimenting Theo might offend Nash and vice versa.


    Just as the manager felt his brain overloading, Stetson asked, "Is masseuse number 12 not here today?"


    The manager quickly replied, "She''s here, but she just stepped out to get a package."


    Stetson continued, "She hasn''t attended to other clients, has she?"


    The manager chuckled. "Mr. Stetson, you booked her for the whole month. I wouldn''t dare let her attend to anyone else."


    Stetson replied coolly, "Smart move."


    Theo was astonished. His father had booked a masseuse for an entire month? He was suddenly very curious about what masseuse number 12 looked like.


    The manager then dismissed the other masseuses.


    Soon, masseuse number 12 returned with her package. She appeared to be in herte 20s, with a face thatbined innocence and seduction. While she might not have matched the youthful allure of the other 18 masseuses, her smooth skin and delicate features made her a rare beauty.


    Masseuse number 12 nced at Wilcox and Theo, then looked at Stetson with a peculiar expression.


    Stetson awkwardly chuckled. "Well... we have an important guest today, so I brought them over."


    The woman smiled slightly. "Mr. Stetson, there''s no need to be embarrassed. This is a reputable bathhouse." Stetson nodded. "I''m not. I''m not embarrassed at all..."


    "Alright, let me take you to the


    masseuse number.


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    bath the four men to a belongs tot


    private bathhouse suite.


    Next to the bathhouse was a massage room, where they could enjoy a proper massage right after their bath.


    As they reached the door to their


    suite, a young man in a bathrobe et


    stepped out from the neighboring suite Seeing Stetson, he respectfully


    greeted him, "Mr. StetsonContent


    Stetson smiled. "Your father isn''t here today?"


    Dous shrugged. "My mother just came back. He wouldn''t dare show up here." Stetsonughed heartily. "So, the old man does have someone he''s afraid of!"


    Dousughed along and then noticed Nash. He quickly greeted him, "Nash..."


    A momentter, he turned to Wilcox and Theo, "Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Skye..."


    The three of them nodded in acknowledgment.


    Dous smiled as he said, "It''s rare to see you two here. Today, all your expenses are on the house!"


    Wilcox responded coolly, "No need for that. If there''s one thing the Schmidts aren''t short of, it''s money." Dous hesitated for a moment and then exined, "It''s not for you guys but Nash. You''re just included in the offer." Wilcox retorted, "The guest we brought over don''t need you to pay for them."Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    While the Lazadars held a high


    status in Antaria, the Schmidts''


    wealth far surpassed theirs. And the Schmidts had never epted


    freebies.


    Dous did not bother to argue and said, "As you wish. If you need anything, don''t hesitate to let me know." "Dous..."


    Suddenly, a cold, murderous voice echoed down the hallway.


    Nash stiffened at the sound.


    Was that... Tatiana?