?<strong>Chapter 276:</strong>


    Albin, who had been nursing a half-smoked cigarette, stubbed it out and stood up. “Finally! You two took so long to change!” Camille shot him a re sharp enough to cut ss. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, maybe zip it.”


    Oliver had stayed behind in the vi to catch up on work, leaving the remaining four to head out to the courtyard. Fayedge’s private hot springs weren’t just luxurious—they were downright decadent. One courtyard boasted seven or eight pools, each offering a unique experience: wine baths, herbal soaks, milk baths, and more.


    Camille grabbed Carrie’s hand and dragged her toward the wine pool, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “Let’s start with this one!” Kristopher and Albin followed, loosening the belts of their robes.


    As they shed theiryers, both men revealed sculpted physiques—broad shoulders tapering to narrow waists, with abs so defined that a master sculptor could have carved them.


    Camille’s eyes drifted to Kristopher’s swim trunks, and she nudged Carrie with a sly grin. “Girl, you hit the jackpot!”


    Albin caught the implication and hastily adjusted his own swim trunks, looking affronted. “Hey, I’m not too shabby myself, okay? These trunks are just too loose—they don’t do me justice!”


    Hearing this, Kristopher cast a sidelong nce at Carrie, who, to his irritation, was actually looking at Albin. His reaction was immediate. Without a word, he kicked Albin straight into the pool.


    The ssh was spectacr, and Albin resurfaced momentster, spluttering and wiping water from his face. He opened his eyes just as Camille and Carrie were slipping off their robes.


    Camille had chosen a purple bikini thatplemented her headband perfectly. Normally known for her sultry charm, the swimsuit gave her an unexpected air of innocence, a captivating mix of sweetness and seduction.


    Albin was momentarily dumbstruck. But when he turned back, his gaze followed Kristopher’s andnded on Carrie.


    Carrie wore a white one-piece with daring cutouts at the waist and back, oveid with a sheer cover that hinted at just enough to make hearts race. Her long, elegant legs were fully exposed, the scars from the fire now faint and almost ethereal, giving her an aura of resilience and beauty.


    The pool was situated right by the edge of the courtyard. As two men walked by outside, they couldn’t help but nce through the gaps in the fence.


    Carrie and Camille were by the pool, snapping selfies together.


    One of the men ran a hand over his chin,ughing softly. “These two are something else. The one in purple? She’s got something about her.”


    The other man shook his head in disagreement. “Nah, you’re off. The one in the other swimsuit is even more stunning. Her curves, damn! She’s practically spilling out of it.”


    Kristopher’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on the two men beyond the fence.


    Albin stormed out of the pool, striding over to the fence with determination. “Get out of here! You’re not wee!” he shouted.


    The two men shifted their gaze to Albin, one raising an eyebrow. “Who’s this pretty boy? Don’t you know who we are?”


    The second man let out a loud whistle, calling out to Carrie and Camille, “Hey,e on, ditch these losers. Come with us, and we’ll show you a good time.”


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