You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 591 - 572

"Miss Yelena, this way please. I must say, tonight's surprise will definitely make you glad for your good fortune."

Ivan smiled as he guided a woman alone, who lifted her head with both reservation and pride. She was actually thirty-five years old, but looked only twenty-eight, her charming face still locked with the collagen solely possessed by young girls.

She stepped in high heels, the victor of tonight's competition, quite proud despite spending five million.

At this moment, she restrained herself, curiosity overwhelming her regarding the identity of this "mysterious guest" that Ivan dared not disclose. Even the starting price of one million was a record high.

Reaching this point, she believed Ivan wouldn't risk the reputation of "Heaven" to toy with her. But who was this man worth a seaside villa?

As the daughter of Roman, the Naval Governor, she was accustomed to splurging. But spending this much at once was a first.

She could disregard the five million, yet having spent such a sum, it must bring her unparalleled joy!

Ivan opened a door, and Yelena swiftly entered.

Entering through the door was an entryway, which ended with a transparent glass door.

Yelena peered through the glass door and saw the decor was extraordinary. It was like a dreamland paradise.

With cloud and sky gradient wallpaper, the walls depicted a scene of blue skies and floating white clouds. Cloud-shaped shelves, cloud-shaped boards, star-moon decorative mirrors were placed carefreely yet meticulously, the floor covered with pure white carpet, spotless.

In the center of the room was a series of steps, atop which lay a round bed, with a white cloud-patterned duvet, and milk-colored pillows strewn casually on the floor.

In the room, diamond chandeliers and candle lights were perfectly fused, the lighting was perfect, the room appeared tranquil and serene.

Of course, most importantly, a young boy sat on the steps beside the bed. Barefoot and bare-shouldered, wearing only a white robe.

A beam of soft, sacred light fell upon him as he lowered his head, gently plucking at the harp in his hands. Sensing someone's arrival, the boy slightly lifted his head.

Yelena finally saw the boy's face, and just with one glance, she felt her soul rise.

She had been fond of literature since childhood, even winning a writing award in middle school. Yet at that moment, she suddenly despised her inability to find any words to describe the boy before her.

He was so handsome, seemingly exhausting the Creator's creativity. He was so pure, like the purest spring from an iceberg, descending from the heavens, frozen in the mortal world for millennia before unthawing.

His eyes were so alluring, like a deep starry night. In the depths of those eyes, the compassion and shattered look made one's heart break instantly, then inevitably repent their sinful life... Oh Almighty, forgive me for gazing upon Your embodiment, sullying Your sacred light!

Yelena stared, stunned, for a long, long time, as if time was frozen.

"He, he, he!" Yelena finally came back to herself, pointing at Shen Mochen incoherently. If not for the glass door in the way, she would have already rushed in.

Ivan smiled.

"He isn't..." Yelena recognized Shen Mochen too, excitement and confusion coexisting, "How did you get him!"

Wasn't he the rising star of Yupi Country, Catherine Alexandrova's boyfriend, the one acknowledged by Varyevich as the "boy kissed by God"?

"Miss Yelena, please abide by our rules. Do not ask where he comes from, do not ask who he is. This boy does not provide final intimate services. Should you insist, we reserve the right to terminate your experience prematurely." Ivan smiled as he straightened up, "Of course, you can still change your mind now. You may leave through this door with no penalty, and the five million will be fully refunded."

"Shut up, get out!" Yelena harshly pointed towards the door at the entryway.

Although you, Catherine, future Duchess, are impressive, what does it matter to me? I don't even know your boyfriend, nor do I know any Shen Mochen, I'm just here to spend money and enjoy! Thɪs chapter is updated by novel(ꜰ)ire.net

"The Gate of Heaven is open, wishing you a wonderful evening."

Ivan bowed slightly and withdrew.

Yelena's body trembled uncontrollably, taking deep breaths to suppress her excitement, yet gazing at the boy before her, she instinctively overflowed with emotion.

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"Damn it, don't you dare play me with this crap!" The next morning, having to leave Heaven, Yelena angrily cornered Ivan, grabbing his collar and roaring furiously, "How much would it take to have him for one time! Ten million? Twenty million?"

Last night really drove her crazy, she passionately sought kisses from Shen Mochen, exploring him all over, yet the true emptiness was impossible to fill!

She continuously pleaded for his mercy, yet he adhered to his boundaries. She knew it was Ivan's hunger marketing, yet this was the most unsolvable open trick!

"Miss Yelena, this has nothing to do with money." Ivan deceitfully smiled, "This is the boy's own request, not something I can decide."

Of course, this was a lie, Shen Mochen had no such request, it was merely Ivan's marketing strategy. The first time of Shen Mochen naturally had to fetch a good price.

He clearly understood to what extent these women could go crazy spending for men.

Since ancient times, men who loved power over beauty only existed in the artistic works of the poor, they never possessed even a bit of power, but they all crushed on the village beauty.

Women are the most emotional and crazy, just like how the young master's price in Heaven far exceeds those enchanting women in clubs.

"You!" Yelena was extremely furious.

Ivan consoled, "Don't worry, the customer is God, I'll earnestly consider your suggestion, and try to persuade the boy to have a service spirit. But the boy isn't willing temporarily, I can't force him!"

Yelena of course knew his little tricks, but had no choice, leaving with a hateful remark: "Stop playing this boring game, act quickly! Money isn't a problem! Although he's lost his memory, there's no telling when it might return, you wouldn't want a golden goose about to fly away!"

"I'll do my utmost," Ivan smiled, "The surprise moment occurs every week, if you have the time, you're welcome to visit again next week."

Reluctantly leaving "Heaven," Yelena boarded her private luxury car, instructing her driver to take her home.

At that moment, someone called her. It was a socialite who had participated with her in the surprise auction last night.

"Lina, for the sake of our years of friendship, can you tell me, who was that person last night?" The caller asked curiously.

"...Just a foreign little star, I was tricked by that damn fat guy! I think this 'Heaven' can close its doors, I'll never come spend here again!"

Yelena's eyes flashed as she angrily cursed.