America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

In the early morning at Titan Manor, a thin mist flows slowly through the grass like a layer of milk.

In the well-lit side bedroom on the second floor, the heavy blackout curtains were half-open.

The sunlight shone unreservedly on the extra-large mattress, big enough for four or five people to lie side by side.

On this bed, which was as messy as if it had been through a storm, Jessica and Aya, who had vowed late last night to "squeeze the boss dry and make the Hollywood vixen eat nothing," were now entangled together like octopuses, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.

The two of them really fought tooth and nail last night. After firing the first shot on the outdoor tatami mats by the campfire, they spread the battle all the way to the second floor.

With the urban wildcat's full range of skills combined with the Native American huntress's wild physique, an ordinary man probably wouldn't even be able to climb out of this house.

Unfortunately, they were facing Chen An, who had been enhanced and whose physical abilities were like those of a Montana grizzly bear.

"Ouch...it hurts, Aya, take your legs off my waist..."

Jessica closed her eyes and let out a weak, miserable groan. She felt as if she had been trampled by hundreds of cows, and she couldn't even muster the strength to move a finger.

Aya rubbed her aching inner thighs and barely opened her eyes, her wheat-colored skin covered with very noticeable red hickeys.

This tough girl, who once chased prey for three days and three nights straight through the snowy forest without getting tired, now had a look of utter despair in her eyes.

"What...what did he eat to grow up like this?" Aya murmured to herself, reaching out to touch the empty, now cold, sheets beside her.

"Yesterday... I already used our tribe's most powerful 'Snake Binding Technique'."

"That's what you call a gap in strength."

The door to the room was pushed open.

Sarah, dressed in casual silk loungewear, walked in carrying two cups of warm honey water.

As an observer of this "war of involution," she slept very soundly in the master bedroom last night.

Sarah sat down by the bed and handed honey water to the two exhausted girls, her eyes filled with helplessness and suppressed laughter:

"I warned you all that Ann's stamina is not something you can easily challenge. Now look what's happened, I don't think any of you will be able to go on the farm's guiding job today."

Jessica hugged her water glass and gulped down several mouthfuls of the premium honey water, finally reviving her parched throat.

She bit her straw, somewhat resentfully: "So what! At least... at least even if that actress named Eileen comes tonight, he definitely won't be able to pay his dues!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Rumble, rumble—"

Suddenly, the powerful rotor sound of a heavy twin-engine helicopter came from the sky outside the window.

Moreover, the voice was extremely familiar; it was Titan Security's private jet!

Sarah stood up and walked to the window, watching a black helicopter slowly land on the estate's helipad.

"It seems that Hollywood is much more efficient than we imagined." Sarah smiled with interest.

The helicopter door was pushed open.

Escorted by a group of security personnel, a woman wearing exaggerated sunglasses that almost covered half her face and a vintage silk headscarf jumped down.

She was wearing a camel-colored Maxmara cashmere coat, but at the hem of the coat, the edges of what was clearly a pajama material were showing, and she was even wearing a pair of fluffy slippers!

Erin Wayne, a top-tier actress in the US with a net worth of over 100 million, actually flew over from the California film set overnight, without even changing her clothes, the moment she received the news that the crew had finished work!

In order to come to Montana to "queue up to make babies," she even completely threw away her celebrity image.

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Five minutes later, in the main living room.

"It smells so good! Who's grilling steak?"

Eileen ripped off her sunglasses and headscarf. Her blonde hair, which should have been perfectly curled on the red carpet, was now a little messy from the sea breeze and the wind from the helicopter, but this only added to her lazy and sexy homey vibe.

As soon as she entered, she bumped into Jessica and Aya, who were supporting each other and walking down the stairs like disabled people.

Three young women, ready to compete this spring, unexpectedly met at the top of the stairs.

Looking at Eileen's perfect mature face and enviable figure, Jessica couldn't help but puff out her own chest, which, although youthful, was slightly underdeveloped.

Aya, on the other hand, was like a leopard cub encountering a formidable foe; her eyes instantly turned hostile.

Facing these two wary "manor residents," Erin, a seasoned veteran of the world of fame and fortune, did not display any of the arrogance of a female celebrity.

She casually tossed the extremely expensive coat she was holding onto the sofa, revealing a wine-red lace deep-V slip dress underneath that barely covered her vital parts.

"My God, are these my two dear sisters?"

Eileen exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, and then went straight up to them, giving Jessica and Aya a quick, familiar kiss on the cheek.

The mature scent emanating from her, a blend of Dior haute couture perfume and feminine hormones, instantly enveloped you.

"I checked with my private doctor in Seattle, and yesterday was definitely my peak ovulation period!"

"That damn director on set made me reshoot three scenes, so I had to buy a new flight ticket last night to get here!"

Eileen even unabashedly pulled down the very low neckline of her sundress in front of the two of them, revealing a dazzling cleavage underneath, her tone carrying a hint of complaining and coquettishness between best friends.

"Judging by the way you guys walk... the boss must have been pretty wild last night, right?"

"Please, please don't tell me you've drained him dry! I turned down a ten million dollar appearance fee for Little Titan!"

This series of unguarded, aggressive words and overly familiar actions completely neutralized the hostility that Jessica and Aya had prepared.

Jessica, staring at Eileen's almost overflowing assets, swallowed hard, completely lacking any backbone.

"You...you flew here dressed like this? You didn't even wear a bra to prevent any wardrobe malfunction?"

"Of course not, it's too much trouble to put it on and take it off." Eileen giggled, then leaned close to Jessica's ear, looking at the ambiguous red mark around her neck with a suggestive gaze.

"Not only am I not wearing anything, I also specifically chose the smoothest material. But... judging from your condition, this 'canary' is probably in big trouble tonight."

Just as the women were creating a strange and subtly lesbian atmosphere in the living room...

"Good morning, big star. No need to wait until tonight, I'll give you the answer now."

Behind the kitchen island.

Chen An came out carrying an enormous silver platter.

He was wearing only a white, tight-fitting vest, which his strong arms and chest muscles made the vest look very defined.

He wore a black canvas apron around his waist, creating a striking contrast between his "rich old farmer chef" image and the modern man, which immediately struck a chord with the women in the early morning.

The moment Eileen saw Chen An, her eyes involuntarily reddened.

Under the lights of Hollywood, filled with lies and scheming, she dreamed countless times of returning to this tranquil Montana wilderness, of this Eastern man who had crushed capital with absolute power.