If he could take her down and get her pregnant…
Then her family’s massive company would be his.
He’d be set for life.
He wouldn’t have to be a lowly kitchen worker, slaving away in the back.
It was worth a shot.
What if it worked?
The two chefs were completely lost in the beautiful futures they had imagined.
Their greedy eyes were fixed on Serena’s gorgeous face and her slender, graceful figure.
This heiress was so beautiful, too.
They wouldn’t be losing out at all.
“Hey, pretty thing, just do as we say and you won’t have to suffer.”
“We’ll make you feel good…”
“Heh heh, don’t worry, little beauty. No matter which of us gets you pregnant, we’ll treat the baby like our own.”
The two men rubbed their hands together, revealing yellowed teeth as they let out lewd laughs.
They began to circle Serena, closing in on her.
Hailey watched Serena being surrounded, a triumphant sneer on her face.
She rubbed her stinging cheek, her eyes vicious. She raised her phone, pressed the record button again, and laughed with a twisted, malicious joy. “Serena, don’t you just love seducing men?”
“I got two for you this time. Aren’t I generous?”
“You probably weren’t satisfied with that old man, right? Now, these two will satisfy you properly!”
If she couldn't film Serena with the old man…
One woman wasn’t even enough for the two of them.
After they were done with this one, it would be her turn.
***
On the other side of the garden, three young men with flashy, colorful hair were strolling over.
The leader, a young man with outrageously colored hair, a studded leather jacket, and ripped jeans, was walking with a swagger that suggested he didn’t give a damn about anyone.
He looked utterly bored, letting out a long yawn. The row of shiny studs in his ear was particularly eye-catching.
“So boring…”
He drawled lazily, looking completely unimpressed. “This party sucks. It’s all a bunch of uptight old men and pretentious heiresses.”
“I heard Brianna’s coming-of-age party today is set up like a VIP draft pick. They invited all these world-renowned masters of music, art, and literature for her to choose from and study under...”
Behind him, a young man with yellow hair had the same slouching posture. “She’ll probably have to perform all sorts of artsy stuff later, and all those pretentious heiresses will go crazy trying to show off. Just thinking about it… makes me want to take a nap.”

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