Chapter 102: Wee, Princess!


    In the phone screen, Scarlett strikes a peace sign at the camera, taking a selfie from a 45-degree angle above, her prominent chest catching the eye.


    The caption reads, “Studying hard, Ethan, no staying upte!”


    “Auntie, you’re so pretty.” Ethan, sitting in the passenger seat, lets out a goofyugh and quickly types on his phone: “I want to see your legs.”


    The screen shows that the other person is typing.


    “Get lost!”


    “Jeez, stingy much?” Ethan chuckles. Ever since he started hanging out with Auntie, they’ve kept in touch through messaging apps.


    Auntie is more reserved in real life, burdened by her elder status, but online, she’s much moreid-back.


    “We’re here.” ir rests his hand on the car window, peering through the ss at a small vi with a courtyard. Victoria, in her thirties, is dressed to the nines, carrying a designer bag, and pulls out a white BMW from the garage.


    “Follow her, but keep your distance,” Ethan instructs, ncing at the license te to memorize it—it’s local.


    ir had easily gotten Michael’s home address from a nurse at the hospital.


    Finding out ir could drive, Ethan also got a producer from Dream Chaser Show, Isabe, to lend them this car.


    “Okay.” ir isn’t the most skilled driver, but he drives steadily, keeping a safe distance behind Victoria’s BMW.


    Seeing that the tailing is going smoothly, Ethan lowers his head again and quickly types: “But I can’t sleep without seeing Auntie’s sexy feet.”


    In the early stages of a rtionship, couples can hardly bear to be apart, and their chats can be surprisingly bold to an outsider.


    The phone shows typing again, then stops.


    After more than ten seconds, a photoes through.


    Scarlett’s feet are indeed sexy, pristine and bare, no stockings.


    Followed by a message.


    “Go to sleep, or I’ll get mad!”


    “Okay~” Ethan saves the photo, realizing that although Auntie seems strict, she really spoils him.


    He’s gotten away with a lot just by pleading a few more times—Scarlett can hardly resist.


    Ethan can already imagine, with Auntie’s inability to resist his charm, the wild sexual positions they might try in the future.


    The car moves through the city streets.


    The BMW ahead turns into the heart of the city.


    “Hmm, looks like she’s heading to Fifth Avenue?” Ethan checks the map on his phone.


    Fifth Avenue, known as one of the world’s most expensive shopping streets, is famous for its high-end stores—a shopper’s paradise.


    But it also thrives with a different kind of nightlife.


    Ethan squints, having once doubted whether Michael was just making up excuses about infidelity.


    But the system’s task was clear: “Michael wishes his estate not to be inherited by his wife after his death.”


    “Slow down,” Ethan tells ir, now also suspecting that Victoria might indeed be cheating.


    All dressed upte at night, she’s unlikely just out for shopping.


    They follow Victoria into a parking garage.


    She parks the car, steps out in high heels, and walks directly into the bustling area of Fifth Avenue.


    The street is alive with colorful LED lights and huge screens disying various shy ads.


    Photos of handsome men and beautiful women, along with eye-catching slogans.


    Though it’s night, it’s brighter than day.


    On both sides of the street, exaggeratedly dressed men and women hand out flyers to passersby.


    “It’s lively here.” Ethan and ir stroll casually,the crowd is so thick they don’t need to hide.


    Victoria doesn’t stop,she walks straight to a storebeled “Sabina.”


    Without hesitation, she steps in as two smartly dressed men nod and bow, weing her inside.


    “She’s a regr, huh?” Ethan, resting his chin on his hand, says to ir, “Why don’t you go in and see how wild she gets?”


    “Sure.” ir nods, activates the pinhole camera on his button, and heads towards the store.


    Ethan sits down in a corner, pulls out his phone, connects to the camera, and starts watching the live feed.


    Both ir and he had applied light makeup, making them hard to recognize unless you knew them well.


    She had a bob cut, wore a ck leather jacket over a white T-shirt that slightly entuated her chest, giving her a cool, androgynous look. Most people would think she’s a really cool girl.


    No one would guess she was actually underage.


    The two smartly dressed men were taken aback by ir’s appearance, quickly bowing their heads, “Is this your first time here, Princess?”


    “Yep.” ir, not at all intimidated, smirks yfully, “Do you recognize everyone whoes in?”


    “Ha ha.” The suited manughs warmly, “Because every princess is unique, I make it my duty to remember each one carefully with these eyes.”


    After his spiel, he shes what he thinks is his most charming smile, but seeing ir’s handsome face, he feels a twinge of inferiority.


    “Please, follow me, Princess.”


    “Do you know the woman who just came in?” ir cuts to the chase.


    “Ah?” The suited man is taken aback, then looks suspicious, “Sorry, Princess, but we can’t disclose information about other customers.”


    “Huh.” ir chuckles and walks into the store.


    Ethan, hiding in the corner, watches speechlessly, surprised that ir isn’t more nervous. This strange ease is baffling.


    After entering the gentlemen’s club, ir heads down the stairs to a ss door.


    “Wee, Princess!” Eight male escorts, each dressed differently, bow and greet her.


    The moment ir steps through the door.


    Ethan’s phone screen starts flickering, then loses connection, disying arge exmation mark indicating a disconnection:


    “Damn, there really is a signal jammer.”


    Ethan rubs his forehead, having anticipated this.


    He puts away his phone, straightens his clothes, and walks directly towards “Sabina” gentlemen’s club.


    The suited man sees him approaching and bows respectfully, “Hello, sir, how can I assist you?”


    “I’m here to spend money, is that not allowed?” Ethan points towards the entrance.


    “Sorry, sir,” the suited man smiles, “Currently, we only serve female clients. Based on your needs, I rmend you visit store B57,they have the services you require.”


    He obviously has dealt with many men before and handles it smoothly.


    “Why are you assuming my gender?” Ethan looks at the suited man, “Are you discriminating against me?”


    “Uh, please hold on.” The suited man walks to a corner, speaks into a walkie-talkie, and after getting a response, turns back to Ethan, “Sorry, Princess, pleasee in.”


    Ethan raises an eyebrow, surprised at how easily he was persuaded,it seems they’ve dealt with simr situations before.


    Led by the suited man, Ethan follows the stairs to the ss door.


    “Wee, Princess!”


    The same eight handsome men uniformly salute him.


    Ethan spots ir sitting in a booth, a woman next to her striking up a conversation.


    Not far away, Victoria is also seated, with a young handsome man beside her.