The girl looked at Wilbur and asked, "Can you bring me with you?"


    "Aren''t you afraid that I''m a bad guy?" Wilbur smiled and said.


    The girl shook her head. "You don''t seem like a bad guy."


    "Bad guys don''t have it written on their faces," Wilbur joked.


    However, the girl did not respond to his joke.


    Wilbur suddenly felt a bit awkward. After a moment, he said, "You know you''ll have to follow me wherever I go, right?"


    The girl lowered her head and said, "I have nowhere to go, and I have no money either."


    Wilbur frowned. After a moment, he said slowly, "Then follow me for now."


    The girl followed Wilbur, walking past a few streets before they reached the hotel.


    The guests at the hotel and the staff all looked over curiously at the beggar-like girl.


    Wilbur did not care at all. He brought the girl to his presidential suite before he opened the door to the bathroom so she could take a bath. He asked the girl, "What''s your name?"


    "I''m called Ivy Goode," the girl replied with her head lowered.


    Wilbur nodded and said, "Ivy, go take a bath for now."


    Ivy nodded before she walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.


    Wilbur went to the living room, switching on the TV before he lit up a cigarette.


    After half an hour, the girl walked out with a towel around her, standing in a corner of the living room.


    Wilbur looked over and was a bit surprised.


    After the girl washed up, she draped her silky long ck hair behind her.


    The features on her face were remarkably beautiful. Her skin was wheat-colored, and she was less than twenty years old. She seemed to exude youth from her body.


    A vibrant and beautiful girl like that was just wrapped in a towel. Most people would definitely have lost control.


    Even Wilbur had to take a few deep breaths before he calmed himself down.


    "Have a seat," Wilbur said calmly.


    The girl sat on the other end of the sofa.


    Looking at the towel around the girl, Wilbur frowned.


    The girl looked at Wilbur''s expression and started to get a bit anxious.


    At that moment, Wilbur stood up, and the girl quickly stood up as well, shouting, "What are you doing?"


    Wilbur smiled slightly before he pushed the button on the table.


    After a moment, the 24-hour manager of the presidential suite knocked on the door and entered.


    "Sir, what do you require?" The manager was a mature and beautifuldy. She bowed with a smile on her face.


    When she bowed down, the front of her dress looked like it was about to break open. The sight truly attracted one''s gaze.


    Wilbur nced at her and said, "Please buy a few outfits for this girl."


    The manager looked over at Ivy''s figure and smiled before she said, "Alright. Will three sets of outfits be enough?"


    "Sure."


    "I will go get it done," the manager replied politely and left.


    Wilbur crossed his legs and lit another cigarette.


    Ivy said apologetically, "Sorry."


    "It''s nothing," Wilbur smiled and said.


    After that, the living room fell into a long silence.


    Wilbur did not ask the girl where she came from or what happened to her.


    That was because there were too many people who were suffering in the world. He could not help all of them.


    He nned on giving the girl a few clothes and some money before sending her off on her own.