Chapter 104 - 102: Are There Male Models?
After her shower, Cecilia Sterling went about her routine—drying her hair, applying skincare, and putting on body lotion. By the time she was done with everything, almost an hour had passed.
A thick stack of WhatsApp messages had piled up.
Looking at the messages from Jonah Goodman, Cecilia Sterling smiled, a little speechless. Then, she replied with five words: "I was in the shower."
Jonah Goodman replied instantly: "Then it’s a date. 9 p.m. I’ll send you the location and room number in a bit."
Just then, Estelle Goodman walked in. Cecilia Sterling casually held up her phone and said, "While I was signing the contract, your brother secretly memorized my phone number and found me on WhatsApp."
"What?" Estelle Goodman exclaimed, shocked. She walked over to Cecilia Sterling, took the phone, and started scrolling through his messages, rolling her eyes as she did. "I knew he was up to no good. I thought it was weird he didn’t keep pestering you for your WhatsApp on the way back."
When something seems too good to be true, it usually is. He really did have a trick up his sleeve.
"Sweetie, calm down," Cecilia Sterling said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Look at all these messages he sent. He sent me dozens of them while I was taking a shower. Don’t you think it’s kind of fun seeing him so desperate?"
Estelle Goodman thought about it for a moment, her expression shifting. "You know, you’re right. Usually, girls are the ones chasing him. It’s rare to see him get shot down like this."
But then she seemed to have another thought and looked at Cecilia Sterling with a serious expression, warning her, "But you can’t let yourself be fooled by his persistent tactics. Honey, you absolutely, positively cannot get together with him. I forbid it!"
Seeing her earnest and anxious expression, Cecilia Sterling smiled, nodded, and promised, "I understand. I promise you."
Cecilia Sterling meant her promise. Estelle Goodman was so worried about her; she wouldn’t backstab her best friend.
"You don’t have to be so on edge all the time. When I make a promise, I keep it," Cecilia Sterling reassured her again, hoping to put Estelle Goodman at ease.
With that, Estelle Goodman was finally able to relax.
It wasn’t that she looked down on her brother, Jonah Goodman, that much. He was handsome, funny, and rich—he had practically every trait that attracted the opposite sex. She could completely understand why he was so popular.
But it was also true that he was a womanizer. So, no matter what, she wouldn’t let Jonah Goodman have his way with her best friend, especially not Cecilia Sterling.
Absolutely not!
Just then, Jonah Goodman finished booking a spot for that night—a top-tier private club. He immediately sent the location and room number to Cecilia Sterling.
Cecilia Sterling showed it to Estelle Goodman. "Should we go? Let’s have some fun!"
Estelle Goodman glanced at the message on the screen, then looked back at Cecilia Sterling with a meaningful smile. "Honey, you’re not... planning to make my brother your entertainment, are you?"
Cecilia Sterling pursed her lips. "It’s not out of the question."
Estelle Goodman’s face immediately broke into a wide smile. "Then let’s go! I was just getting bored with this vacation anyway."
As night fell, the bustling city of Lorcain glittered with colorful neon lights. Its daytime glamour faded, quietly replaced by a world of hedonism and luxury.
「3CC Private Club」
Mr. Jennings drove Cecilia Sterling and Estelle Goodman to the club entrance, then glanced at the time and asked, "Estelle, should I come pick you two up at two in the morning?"
After getting out of the car, Estelle Goodman straightened her dress and quickly refused, "No need, Mr. Jennings. You should get to bed early. Don’t trouble yourself so late at night."
"No, I’d worry. I’ll have Charles drive over to pick you up."
Hearing that it would be Charles Jennings, Estelle Goodman agreed readily. "Okay, that’s fine if he’s coming."
Cecilia Sterling chuckled and shook her head at that, then thanked Mr. Jennings before walking into the club arm in arm with Estelle Goodman.
As soon as they entered, a male and a female receptionist came forward to greet them. The two girls’ eyes lit up at the first glance—the male greeter was handsome and the female one was beautiful. They were quite a sight.
"Welcome to 3CC. Do you two have a reservation? Are you heading to a private room or the bar? Or are you looking for someone?"
Estelle Goodman said, "Our friends are already here. We’re in V686."
V686 was a supreme VIP room, and the two receptionists’ attitudes instantly became even more enthusiastic.
They took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. Just as they reached the door to the private room, it opened from the inside. In the next second, dozens of stunningly beautiful women with top-tier figures began filing out.
Seeing this, Estelle Goodman couldn’t help but look at Cecilia Sterling and purse her lips. "I knew it. These guys can’t come to a place like this without this part of the show."
A big reason this place was so popular with the rich young masters was that the "hostesses" were one-in-a-hundred beauties.
Cecilia Sterling smiled, then tapped the male greeter who was leading the way. The young man turned around and asked with a smile, "Yes, miss?"
Cecilia Sterling didn’t hesitate, asking directly and openly, "Do you have male models?"
Estelle Goodman, at her side: !
The man simply nodded. "We do, miss. Would you like some? I can arrange a lineup for you to choose from!"
"Yes, in about half an hour," Cecilia Sterling said.
Estelle Goodman snapped out of her daze and blurted out impatiently, "Why half an hour from now? Let’s choose now!"
Cecilia Sterling held the excited Estelle Goodman back, smiling. "Don’t be hasty. We just got here, we still need to meet everyone."
Then she turned back to the male greeter and said, "No smokers, and no one under 180 centimeters. Thanks!"
"Of course. Please wait a moment, ladies."
By the time they finished talking, the "princesses" from the room still hadn’t all left. Estelle Goodman stared, her eyes wide.
’How are there so many of them?’
Only after everyone had come out did Cecilia Sterling and Estelle Goodman enter the room, arm in arm. The private room was enormous. There were more than twenty people in total, men and women, but only five of them were men.
Aside from the "princesses" they had just picked, there were also six or seven other girls who were friends they often went clubbing with.
The moment the two of them appeared, Jonah Goodman, who had been sitting in the middle surrounded by two pretty girls, shot up from his seat.
"Cecilia! You came?"
He was both surprised and delighted, and he jumped right over the table in front of him.
He landed in front of Cecilia Sterling and said excitedly, "You didn’t reply to me. I thought you weren’t coming!"
Estelle Goodman gave him a sour look. "So, you thought Cecilia wasn’t coming, and that’s why you called all these girls?"
Jonah Goodman froze for a second, then quickly waved his hands in denial. "No, my buddies called them."
As if afraid Cecilia would get the wrong idea, he quickly explained, "Cecilia, don’t overthink it. This club is completely clean. The girls just chat and drink with the guests to liven things up, that’s all. There’s none of that other messy stuff."
"It’s fine. The important thing is to have fun when you’re out. I don’t mind," Cecilia Sterling said with a calm, unconcerned expression.
Jonah Goodman breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled them over to introduce them to everyone. Naturally, Cecilia Sterling couldn’t remember all the names, so she just smiled and nodded as if she’d met them all.
After three customary shots to break the ice, the atmosphere quickly heated up, since most of them were nightclub veterans. The guys, in particular, got wilder and wilder, surrounded by beautiful women, an arm around each.
The few other girls, however, could only play games, drink, and sing along. Their fun was a completely different sort from the guys’.
However, just as the party was getting lively, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Then, a line of handsome, stylish men, all over 180 centimeters tall, filed in one by one.