American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 162 Young Master Salong's Internship is About to Begin
After the meeting, Gianna pulled Beta aside and whispered, "Get to know Blue better. He's very valuable." She emphasized the last few words.

Beta nodded knowingly: "I understand."

After Jaina left, Katalia walked up to Beta, a sly smile on her face: "Well, how was it? Surprised?"

Beta chuckled: "Rather than that, it would be a surprise if you actually behaved and didn't interfere."

He looked her over with interest: "Tell me, how did you convince Jaina?"

Catalia raised her chin smugly: "It's simple, I told her I'm a very possessive person."

She leaned close to Beta's ear and whispered, "And I'm particularly good at dealing with those clueless women."

“Jaina clearly agrees with this view.” She blinked. “After all, she’d rather you have a controllable gatekeeper than some wildflower of unknown origin. And this gatekeeper is a formidable lioness. That way, you won’t have any more women that Jaina doesn’t like around you.”

Beta nodded approvingly: "Good strategy, and the execution was also excellent."

Katalia chuckled smugly, then affectionately took Beta's arm, their fingers intertwined.

The two-meter-tall giant, Blue, walked over.

Katalia tactfully loosened her grip, maintaining an intimate posture while adjusting her position to assert her dominance without being impolite.

“Mr. Wick.” Blue extended his enormous hand.

When their hands clasped, Beta's hand was almost completely enveloped in that palm. He keenly noticed the unnatural sheen of the skin on Blue's forearms and wrists, its texture like that of a high-grade synthetic material. But Beta wisely refrained from asking; everyone has a past they'd rather not discuss.

“Mr. Blue,” Beta calmly withdrew his hand, “my mother greatly admires your abilities.”

Blue nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Katalia: "Excuse me for speaking frankly, Mr. Wick. In the FBI's database, Ms. Katalia's information is still marked as a wanted criminal."

A slight smile appeared on his face: "Do you need me to handle this small trouble for you? Or would you prefer to resolve it yourself?"

Beta exchanged a glance with Katalia, then turned to Blue: "Since you've offered, then we'll have to trouble you."

Blue nodded again, this time more forcefully, the metal strip on his face gleaming under the light: "It's an honor, Mr. Wick. Leave this to me, consider it a welcome back to New York for you and Ms. Catalia. Within 24 hours, all those unpleasant records will vanish without a trace."

Blue politely bowed and took his leave, leaving only Katalia and Beta in the conference room.

Katalia reached out and wrapped her arms around Beta's neck, pushing him backward. Beta's lower back slammed against the edge of the conference table.

She leaned forward, her warm breath brushing against Beta's ear: "Now," her moist lips lightly brushed against his earlobe, "it's just the two of us here." Katalia gently took Beta's earlobe in her mouth, teasingly grinding it with her teeth.

Beta gripped her slender waist with his hand, turned her around, and lifted her onto the conference table. Katalia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him towards her.

The two kissed, and Beta's hands slowly moved up her waist, his fingertips sending a slight shiver through her.

With a slight tightening of his knuckles, a soft "snap" rang out, and the button on Katalia's collar popped off, bouncing and rolling away on the floor. Katalia, consumed by a frenzied possessiveness, fiercely entangled Beta, wanting to devour him entirely. Her arms encircled Beta's neck, her nails almost digging into his skin.

She clung tightly to Beta, her breath trembling, as if she wanted to meld herself into his very bones.

Beta could feel her rapid heartbeat through the thin fabric of her clothes; her frantic love almost burned him. Every breath Katalia took carried a suppressed longing; her body language proclaimed: this man was hers.

Beta's hands returned to Katalia's waist, his fingers hooking the hem of her shirt, his fingertips sliding along her skin and inside the shirt, causing Katalia to tremble slightly involuntarily.

His hand moved backward along her waistline, his fingertips feeling every inch of her back.

As her hands slid down to her shoulder blades, Beta applied a gentle pressure. The entire shirt slipped off Katalia and landed on the carpet beside the conference table.

Katalia's skin glowed with a honey-like sheen, and she tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with a dreamy light.

Beta kissed her cheek, his kisses slowly tracing the line of her jaw. Each touch was like a feather brushing against her skin, igniting sparks of passion on Katalia's skin.

His kiss landed on her neck, gently tracing her throbbing pulse. Catalia tilted her head back, exposing her most vulnerable throat completely to his kiss.

His kisses reached his collarbone, tracing the contours of his bones. Katalia's breathing quickened, her fingers digging deep into Beta's hair, pressing him towards her.

Beta obediently let Katalia pull him into her arms. He could clearly feel Katalia's body temperature rising; her smooth skin was incredibly hot, and he could see fine beads of sweat gathering in the hollow of her collarbone.

His kisses became long and delicate, like savoring a fine wine. Each time his breath swept over her, Katalia tensed, her nails digging into his back.

Their breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room, mixed with the rustling sound of their clothes rubbing together.

Beta suddenly exerted force, shoving Katalia backward. She cried out in surprise and fell onto the large conference table, her black hair spreading out on the surface.

Beta bent down and grasped her ankles, curling her long legs up. He removed her high heels, letting the expensive shoes roll to the ground.

Katalia's toes touched his chest, and she could clearly feel his strong heartbeat. She curled her toes and gently scratched his pectoral muscles, eliciting a soft laugh from Beta.

Beta gripped Katalia's slender waist and pulled her towards him with a slight effort.

Katalia pressed the sole of her foot against his firm chest, her toes playfully scratching him, secretly competing with him. She bit her lower lip, a sly smile gleaming in her eyes, like a mischievous cat.

Beta was amused by her appearance, chuckled softly, and forcefully separated her restless legs.

As he leaned down, Katalia could clearly see the fire burning in his eyes.

Just as their lips were about to touch, she deliberately turned her head away, but in the next second, Beta grabbed her chin and finally got to kiss those red lips.

(End of this chapter)