<h4>Chapter 203: Call Girl</h4>


    "It’s better not to," E quickly said as she tried to get up, but her waist gave out, and she copsed back onto the bed. Squinting her eyes, she felt the drowsiness creeping back over her. "Honey... you go brush your teeth first."


    "Alright, you take a little nap. We can eat breakfast in the carter," Eric replied.


    Eric, a car enthusiast, rarely ate in the car. However, he would make an exception whenever E was runningte for school.


    E mumbled an embarrassed agreement and closed her eyes again, feeling utterly exhausted. Last night, he had been... a bit too intense.


    Watching her snuggle back into the nkets like a sleepy little caterpir, Eric couldn’t help but smile tenderly. He admired her soft, pink-tinged face for a few seconds before turning to head to the bathroom.


    E, half-asleep, heard a phone ringing on the nightstand. Forcing her eyes open, she realized it was Eric’s phone.


    "Honey... your phone... is ringing..." she called out groggily.


    "Can you answer it for me? Tell them I’m busy!" Eric’s muffled voice came from the bathroom, likely in the middle of brushing his teeth.


    Reluctantly, E reached over and grabbed his phone. There were no secrets between her and Eric.


    Of course, she hadn’t told him that she had died once at the age of twenty-five and was now reliving her life from eighteen...


    "Hello... good morning," E greeted the caller, still drowsy.


    But her voice was so low that the person on the other end didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t Eric. In a sweet, overly sharine tone, the woman said, "Darling, are you still in bed? Do you want me to pick you up for work? I absolutely loved the gift you gave me yesterday—it’s just perfect! How about we have breakfast together?"


    The voice was unmistakably female, and it was so cloyingly sweet that it instantly woke E up, sending shivers down her spine.


    She had heard male ssmates talk about how some guys liked girls with cutesy voices because they found it endearing...


    But to E, such women were unbearable. Hearing that kind of voice made her want to keep her distance, and her skin would crawl with goosebumps.


    After all, overly exaggerated cuteness felt too artificial. If someone naturally had a sweet voice, that was one thing, but this... was grating.


    "Sorry, but my husband isn’t avable," E replied calmly, her voice now louder and clearer.


    "W-What? Who are you? How dare you answer Mr. Nelson’s phone? Which nightclub do you work at, you tramp!?" the woman on the other end snapped, her voice dripping with anger and disdain.


    E’s good mood evaporated instantly. Not only had this obnoxious woman disturbed her morning, but now she was using E of being a call girl?


    "You’re the tramp! Your whole family is full of tramps!" E shot back, her temper ring. While she could have responded with elegance, she had no desire to hide her true nature from someone like this.


    "I am not some lowly tramp! I’m Jessica Bet from Country H, you ignorant fool! Tell Mr. Nelson that I’ll being to pick him upter and to give me the address!" The woman, clearly irritated, haughtily demanded, her sweet tone nowced with arrogance.


    E couldn’t help butugh out loud. Jessica Bet? The rising star from Country H?


    A year ago, Eric had acquired Davis Group, rebranding it as HopeCore Group and recing all the shareholders.


    Everyone assumed Eric was thergest shareholder, but in reality, E held that title.


    A few days ago, Eric had gone on a business trip specifically to Country H to sign the rising star Jessica, who was incredibly popr among Country S’s male fans—practically a goddess to them. But this so-called goddess was now showing her true, disgraceful colors in front of E.


    "What exactly do you mean by that, Miss Bet? Are you trying to pursue my husband?" E shot back, her tone icy and her smile cold.


    "Mr. Nelson isn’t married!" Jessica retorted angrily.


    "Did he tell you that himself?" E’s expression darkened, a dangerous glint shing in her eyes.


    "Of course not! I read it in an online report. You’re just some nightclub tramp, so back off. Mr. Nelson could never be interested in someone like you..."


    "Oh, really? You’ve made me very angry, Miss Bet. The consequences will be severe. I’ll make sure Mr. Nelson calls you personally," E replied coolly before hanging up, her mood thoroughly soured.


    Eric, the flirt, had managed to attract yet another woman—a rising star, no less. If Jessica stayed in Country H, she might actually be a well-known celebrity. But E didn’t care for such women, especially one as ill-mannered as Jessica, who had the audacity to call her a nightclub worker. Jessica probably had some kind of backing, which made her spoiled and arrogant, suffering from a severe case of "princess syndrome."


    She thought that just because she wanted a man, he would automatically fall for her? What a joke!


    Just then, Eric emerged from the bathroom, with a few droplets of water clinging to his bangs. As he moved, the drops fell onto his face and slid down, leaving a fresh, clean trail.


    With Eric looking like that, it was no wonder that even a popr young star would chase after him.


    Seeing E’s dark expression, Eric wiped his face with a towel and asked, "What’s wrong? Who upset my dear queen?"


    E leaned back against the headboard, a teasing smile curling her lips. "Mr. Nelson, how much do you think I’m worth?"


    "Priceless, of course! Why are you asking such a shallow question?" Eric frowned as he walked over and wrapped his arm around E’s shoulders. "Did someone call and upset my queen?"


    "Someone called me a nightclub tramp, Eric. So, considering all those nights I’ve spent with you, how much do you think you owe me?" E’s smile was cold, almost chilling.


    Eric’s expression immediately darkened. "Was it Jessica?"


    "Oh, you guessed it right on the first try. Eric, it seems your charming face has captivated the future queen of Country H’s entertainment industry," E said with a smirk.


    She wasn’t truly angry with Eric because she trusted him. She knew he wouldn’t have given that woman any reason to believe there was something between them. The gift was likely just a gesture of goodwill as they were close to finalizing a deal.


    Without another word, Eric pulled out his phone and called LXL’s top agent.


    "Forget signing Jessica. Tell her to get lost."


    "Mr. Nelson... But we worked so hard to bring her on board!" the agent protested.


    "Do you want to get lost too?" Eric’s voice was cold, exuding a powerful and domineering aura as he abruptly ended the call.


    The agent wouldn’t dare defy Eric’s orders. Angering Mr. Nelson would lead to severe consequences.


    Jessica, who had spent her childhood in Country S, which made her highly sought after by many entertainmentpanies in the region. Eric had pursued her for LXL to ensure its sess, making E a wealthy major shareholder. Additionally, the Nelson Group had other business matters in Country H, so he had taken the opportunity to meet with Jessica.