?Chapter 488:


    Araceli pointed at a man in a white suit jacket paired with ck trousers. He had a slim build and a handsome face. Holding a perfume bottle, he was talking with a group of young girls who, captivated, hung on to his every word with fascinated expressions.


    Observing this, Araceli turned to Marissa, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment as she said, “Emst has quite the following among the girls. Not only is he a talented perfumer, but he’s also got a great sense of humor that just draws people in.”


    She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting down as she bit her lip, her face now a deeper shade of red. “It’s not umon for girls to pursue him. He never has trouble findingpany if he seeks it. So when he showed interest in me, I was quite taken aback and, honestly, quite ttered.”


    Marissa just smiled, saying nothing as she observed Emst more closely, silently affirming Araceli’s assessment. Given his charm, it was no surprise that even someone as discerning and guarded as Silver Fox had fallen for him. Silver Fox was not known to give her heart easily.


    Suddenly, there was a shrill of excitement from a group of girls. Both Marissa and Araceli turned their heads to them. Emst probably made a witty remark because the girls surged forward, moring to snatch the perfume bottle from his grasp.


    “Wait! Please, girls, calm down!” Emst tried to maintain control of the situation, lifting the bottle high above his head. However, the girls disregarded his words. They lunged at him to grab the bottle of perfume in his hand. Some girls seized the chance to touch and stroke his body to take advantage of him.


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    “Hahaha…” Emst burst intoughter. “Wait, girls. Hold on! You can aim for my perfume. Why did you touch me? Touch me again, and you’ll be ountable.”


    Amidst theughter, one girl cheekily retorted, ying along, “No problem at all. I’ll take full responsibility, for you and your perfume. Both are mine now.”


    As soon as the girl spoke up, the others quickly chimed in with their objections.


    “No way! This gorgeous guy and his perfume are mine.”


    “You can’t snatch him away from me. I’ve got a crush on him and I adore his perfume. They’re not slipping away.”


    “Are you seriously challenging me? I’ll im him first. Once I’ve tagged him, none of you stands a chance.”


    The girl who vowed to tag Emst wasted no time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and gently kissed his cheek. Inspired by her bold move, the other girls followed suit, each trying to nt a kiss on Emst.


    “Oh no, I want to tag him too!”


    “So the handsome guy goes to whoever tags him? Count me in, then.”


    “What? Everyone’s doing it? I can’t be left out. I’ll give him the biggest, most heartfelt kiss.”


    In an attempt to make her mark stand out, one girl applied ayer of dark lipstick before kissing Emst. The group of girls crowded around him, each vying for the perfume bottle and a chance to kiss him. The atmosphere was charged with excitement.


    Araceli’s cheeks flushed deeper as she watched from a distance. She nced shyly at Marissa and whispered, “Should we head into the hall, Tiffany? It would be awkward if Emst caught me watching this.”


    Marissa captured the scene with her phone, her voice tinged with amusement. “Araceli, isn’t he your boyfriend? You have every right to march over there and p him.”


    “What?” Araceli furrowed her brows, uncertain. “Why would I p Emst? Those girls kissed him without his consent. He didn’t encourage their kisses. Sure, he’s popr with the girls, but he shouldn’t be judged for that.”


    Marissa shot her a look of exasperation, convinced of Araceli’s naivety. She couldn’t believe how easily Araceli trusted a man. Emst might have looked innocent, but that was hardly the case.


    If he hadn’t subtly encouraged those girls, would they really have dared to make such bold moves? Connor was the most sought-after guy in Blebert, yet no girl dared to kiss him without consent.


    In truth, Emst was nothing but a flirt, a master at maniption. He knew exactly how to y his cards to get what he wanted while seeming like an innocent participant. The most cunning predators often masquerade as victims, and Emst was a pro at this game.


    Realizing that convincing Araceli was futile, Marissa sighed and remained silent. Instead, she took Araceli by the hand and led her towards Emst


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