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

She's a queen who always carries a crystal goblet, and every smile and gesture is a display of her acting skills.

Right now, she's barefoot on the clean wooden floor, holding a large bowl filled with strawberries she just picked in the greenhouse in one hand.

"What great feat are our hunters accomplishing this time, amidst all this commotion outside?"

Eileen picked up a sweet and fragrant white strawberry with her delicate hands, still wet with water droplets, took a small bite, and leaned against the door frame with a languid and charming smile, looking at Chen An.

"It's nothing. I just had my pets take care of a few annoying gibbons."

Chen An walked over, lowered his head without hesitation, and snatched the strawberry that Eileen had just bitten off from her lips, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

Sweet!

"Your fans and Hollywood investors have spent millions on a bounty for your whereabouts."

"Aren't you afraid they'll find out you're working as a morning maid on a farm?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I earned my position through my own abilities."

Eileen giggled and very naturally stuffed the fruit basket in Chen An's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Furthermore, I sent a lawyer's letter and a public relations statement to my agent overnight last night."

"Starting today, I'm announcing an indefinite hiatus from acting. I'm going to be a devoted woman focused on researching the 'Agricultural Propagation Project.'"

"If the people on Wall Street aren't happy about this..."

The actress slightly raised her delicate chin, looking at the most powerful man she had ever met in her life.

"At worst, I can have my boss acquire that Hollywood company that wants to breach the contract and sue me, and they can pay the penalty for breach of contract for me too, right?"

This is what is meant by "it's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade."

No more need to engage in insincere pleasantries at drinking parties, no more need to cater to the whims of sponsors.

As long as she holds onto the man in front of her tightly, the entire Hollywood is nothing more than a small film crew that she can manipulate at will with her checkbook.

Chen An lowered his head and smelled the cool fragrance of iris in her hair, which she had just washed.

"Acquisition is unnecessary; those small workshops are too boring. However, the penalty for breach of contract... will be deducted from your salary."

"And it seems you'll be spending the rest of your life paying off your debts, my best leading lady."

……

As June arrives, the days grow longer, and the sunset at the manor often doesn't linger until nearly nine o'clock in the evening before reluctantly sinking behind the mountains.

In that golden twilight, all the restlessness that had been scorched by the sun all day began to subside.

Tonight, because of another wonder that is about to be completed at Titan Manor.

That top-tier luxury open-air tent camp, nestled in a secluded corner of the mountains.

Just after the initial lighting adjustments were completed, several restless women used this as an excuse to move the dinner to the open-air platform next to the tent.

More precisely, this was a carefully planned act by Eileen to fulfill her promise made during the day.

After a sumptuous dinner made with freshly hunted goat chops and a few glasses of the estate's special Mediterranean ice wine, the slightly tipsy atmosphere felt like a magical spell that arrived quietly.

Sarah and Jessica made an excuse to go for a walk to digest their food and left early, because Jessica knew that her outfit for tonight hadn't been delivered yet and it wasn't appropriate to go straight into the competition.

Aya, quite tactfully, rode off into the night on her thoroughbred red horse.

Under the starry sky, only Chen An, Eileen, and Katie remained in the huge, semi-transparent spherical glass tent.

at this time.

The cool-toned ambient lighting inside the tent was turned on.

On a large tatami mat in the center of a round pure wool rug, a scene that even top directors wouldn't dare to film is unfolding.

Chen An was still wearing the same casual home clothes that accentuated his tall and upright figure, leaning back in a huge goose down cushion.

In front of him were two figures, one on his left and one on his right, figures that could make anyone's nose bleed.

Eileen changed into the retro French maid outfit she had mentioned during the day, but it was clearly a style that had been modified to a somewhat extreme degree:

The pure black lace trim barely covered her firm breasts, while the middle was connected to her slender waist by an extremely unreasonable transparent white tulle.

The black and white color-blocked skirt, which was originally meant to be worn elegantly, was so short that it was almost too short if she bent her knees slightly.

The breathtaking thighs and white leg rings were completely exposed.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a neat bun, but her eyes were full of provocation and seduction, like a terribly incompetent yet most alluring maid.

As for Katie, this proud and aloof little girl who upheld her pride as a chef, she must have been bewitched by Eileen.

She actually changed into a fluffy white bodysuit with pink ears, resembling a bunny girl.

The dress hugged her petite yet undeniably curvaceous figure very tightly.

What's worse, her usually haughty little face is now completely blushing like a bright red roasted tomato because of her pink bunny ear hair clips and pitifully short clothes, and her green eyes are misty with tears.

"Boss~" Eileen knelt on the thick carpet, holding a crystal-clear, washed blood orange in her hand, her eyes blazing with fire, and called out softly in a high-pitched voice.

"Your personal service team is now on duty tonight. Our trainee waitress, Katie, isn't quite skilled at peeling the perfect fruit. Should I take your place and give her a good scolding or some training?"

"Don't talk nonsense! My knife skills are much better than yours when you're cutting those plastic scripts!"

Katie, enraged, tried to swat Eileen with the bunny ears on her head, but the movement caused the unusually short hem of her skirt to slide up a bit.

Chen An reached for an unlit cigar on the coffee table but did not light it himself.

It was a quiet, overarching inspection.

Watching these two women, who were once invincible in their respective fields of society, now vying for the opportunity to become "Little Titan" and for his favoritism.

She willingly wore this outrageous costume and fawned over him like a pet.

The exhilarating feeling of being surrounded by the protagonist's aura reached its peak!

"Since the service team needs to be trained," Chen An said, twirling his unlit cigar between his knuckles, "who's going to light this for me?"

His voice was hoarse and magnetic.

It even carried a devilish allure.

Almost instinctively, Katie, who had just been stubborn, swiftly pulled the solid gold lighter from the pink lace snare under her maid's skirt.

On the other hand, Eileen, as expected of someone who has acted in a lot of steamy romantic scenes, truly lives up to her reputation.

She even used both her hands and feet, her long, slender, and supple legs, clad in alluring halter tops, were half-pressed onto the carpet, and she leaned over to press against Chen An's thighs.

With her two red lips slightly parted, she wanted to help Chen An complete the fire-lighting ceremony in the most sensual and tender way.