An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

As night falls, the Seattle evening breeze dispels the daytime restlessness.

The Lighthouse Hill community is experiencing its quietest moment of the day.

Along both sides of the street, rows of detached villas lit up with warm orange lights.

Through those huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see rare and heartwarming scenes of families sitting around a sumptuous dining table, grilling meat or chatting and laughing while raising glasses of red wine.

In this cyber hell filled with gunfights and contraband, such a peaceful scene is as luxurious as a fairy tale.

However, Mrs. Hill's house, nestled deep in the community, presents a completely different picture.

Inside the spacious and luxurious restaurant.

Mrs. Hill sat alone in the head seat, looking at the sumptuous dinner that had been laid out neatly and even changed to a warmer dish, but her eyes were unfocused.

Those alluring eyes, adorned with exquisite eyeshadow, would uncontrollably drift towards the driveway outside the window every few seconds.

Like a lonely woman confined to her boudoir, anxiously awaiting something.

She went to great lengths to welcome someone who was coming soon.

Today she specially changed into an extremely form-fitting burgundy off-the-shoulder bodycon mini skirt.

The sheer scale of it seemed as if it might collapse at any moment.

She was wearing a pair of black Valentino studded high heels.

Although she wasn't wearing stockings, her long, beautiful legs were as white as the finest ivory.

If this outfit were worn on Lorenzo Avenue, it would definitely bring the entire street to a complete standstill.

If you dare to walk into a Black community wearing this, you're guaranteed to be left with not a single bone!

"That bastard... why isn't he back yet..."

Looking at the empty dining chairs opposite her, Mrs. Hill's mind was once again filled with Lynn's angular face.

That's right, she hadn't started the meal yet because she was waiting for Lynn to come home.

What does it mean to "find the taste after eating the marrow"? This is what it means to "find the taste after eating the marrow"!

Lynn's terrifying dominance last night completely shattered her composure.

Mrs. Hill bit her lip, and Hill stretched her fair neck again, gazing longingly out the window.

……

at the same time.

Katie, in her bedroom upstairs, was completely filled with Lynn's image.

However, compared to her mother's obsession with Lynn's lower body, she was completely captivated by Lynn's upper body at this moment.

To be precise, I was stunned by Lynn's terrifying business acumen and operational capabilities!

In the dimly lit room, only the computer screen emitted a pale white light.

Katie sat frozen in her chair, staring intently at the OnlyFans creator backstage on the screen.

The private message icon and like notification in the upper right corner have long since become an exaggerated "99+".

But the current data doesn't appeal to her at all.

Her gaze was fixed on the dense array of subscription payment notifications in the system's backend.

With her small hand trembling uncontrollably as she held the mouse, she slowly opened the data details page.

In the very center of the screen, an extremely glaring number suddenly appeared.

Current active subscribers: 688

And with each page refresh, this number continues to jump upwards at a heart-stopping speed.

688!

This number may not seem like much, but it represents real money paid subscribers!

In just one day, the number of people jumped from the initial 200 to nearly 700.

Although the second video contributed to the traffic boost, the terrifying conversion rate still far exceeded her expectations!

"Gulp..."

Katie swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Suppressing her inner shock, she used trembling fingers to open the calculator and begin doing the calculations.

The monthly subscription price is $29.9!

688 people is...

$20571.2!

"hiss--"

The moment she arrived at this result, Katie's mind went blank.

The blood in my body rushed wildly to my brain like a runaway horse!

More than 20,000 US dollars?

Although she benefited from the inheritance left by her deceased father, she never suffered much hardship growing up and lived a relatively comfortable life.

But this huge sum of money still shocked her greatly.

What shook her soul the most was...

It only took them less than three days to earn this huge sum of money!

Is it just because Lynn filmed two suggestive videos that didn't even show any nudity?

At this moment, Katie's inner defenses underwent an extremely subtle and distorted change.

She had always harbored some resistance and resentment towards Lynn's controlling filming direction.

But now... it seems like I'm not so resistant anymore.

She's not some naive college student with a head full of romantic fantasies.

She knew perfectly well that in Seattle, Latino prostitutes who were exposed to the elements all night couldn't even earn a hundred dollars.

If you took over 20,000 US dollars to the outer circles of Hollywood, it could even make those obscure, unknown stars kneel down and whistle.

She merely twisted her waist slightly in front of the camera and brushed the edge, making the money as easily as if she had picked it up on the street!

"Lynn..."

After a long period of calm, Katie parted her red lips slightly and whispered the name.

She wasn't stupid; she knew better than anyone that all this immense wealth depended on Lynn's intellect.

If it weren't for Lynn, she'd probably still be awkwardly wiggling her hips like someone with cerebral palsy.

Thinking of this, Lynn's slightly mischievous face once again uncontrollably occupied her mind.

But as she was thinking, her mind suddenly went blank.

The images from that night flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

Then, she recalled that embarrassing dream...

Swish!

Instantly, Katie's fair cheeks turned as red as fire.

"Katie, Katie! You're such a hopeless little slut..."

She shook her head violently, patting her burning cheeks with both hands, trying to shake off the image of the wanton and reckless man from her mind.

Click! Click!

Just then, a very distinctive braking noise suddenly came from downstairs.

Upon hearing this voice, Katie's eyes lit up.

He sprang up from the chair on reflex, rushed to the window, and pulled open the blinds.

When she saw the familiar, dilapidated Camry, and Lynn who had just gotten out of the car.

A layer of fine goosebumps involuntarily rose on her fair arm.

Meanwhile, on the first floor.

Almost the instant she heard the brakes, Mrs. Hill was already outside the door.

He quickly straightened his clothes, and a smile instantly spread across his face.

She is the quintessential wife waiting for her husband to return from his social engagements.

……

Outside.

Lynn, who had just stepped onto the doorstep, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared at the scene before him with a somewhat bewildered look.

Looking straight ahead, I saw Mrs. Hill, wearing a bodycon skirt and sky-high heels, leaning against the door frame, looking plump and charming.

Moving your gaze upwards, you see Katie in front of the second-floor window, wearing a white, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt that barely covers her chest and athletic shorts!

From Lynn's bottom-up perspective, one can clearly see Katie's flat, toned stomach and her two long, straight legs full of youthful vitality.

"this……"

Lynn's eyelids twitched slightly, and he blinked rapidly.

What's going on? Are the mother and daughter in sync, holding a joint welcoming ceremony?

Is my current "family status" and prestige a bit too outrageous?

One is a mature and stunningly beautiful woman, and the other is a vibrant and sexy young girl.

If it were someone with less willpower, their legs would probably be weak by now.

The question I'm facing now is, who should I greet first?

Fortunately, Lynn didn't have to hesitate for too long.

Katie, on the second floor, seemed to notice Lynn's penetrating gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly pulled the blinds shut.

"What are you looking at? Are there any flowers on it?"

Just then, a rich and sophisticated perfume wafted over, and Mrs. Hill from the first floor came to greet us.

She very naturally reached out her fair hand and placed it on Lynn's shoulder, and very naturally offered to help him take off his coat.

Their movements were so practiced that it was as if the two had been married for ten years.

"Well……"

Feeling the amazing softness in his arm, Lynn was stunned.

He seemed slightly uneasy about Mrs. Hill's sudden display of wifely and motherly demeanor.

He keenly noticed Lynn's stiffness.

Mrs. Hill leaned closer, her red lips brushing against Lynn's ear as she breathed softly and smiled seductively: "What's wrong? You were quite quick undressing in bed last night, why are you pretending to be such a gentleman today?"

Upon hearing these lewd words, Lynn's eyebrows involuntarily twitched.

Watching Mrs. Hill turn and hang her clothes on the coat rack, a strange urge to destroy surged into my heart.

The next moment, Lynn inexplicably stretched out his right hand.

Snapped!

A crisp and melodious slap echoed through the air.

Caught off guard, Mrs. Hill nearly dropped her slipper.

She had no idea that Lynn would dare to do that in the entryway...

When she straightened up, her pretty face was as red as a monkey's bottom.

"this……"

Seeing Mrs. Hill's state, Lynn's eyelids twitched.

You just walked in, and before you even changed your shoes, you were already in the zone?

Knock knock knock!

Just as the temperature in the air was rising sharply, and it seemed that a conflict was about to break out.

A series of hurried footsteps descending the stairs interrupted Mrs. Hill's thoughts at an extremely inopportune moment.

"Mom! When is dinner? I'm starving!" Katie's slightly impatient voice came from around the corner of the stairs.

"Oh...I'll eat right away! Immediately!"

Mrs. Hill recoiled half a step back like a startled rabbit, quickly straightened her skirt, and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Then, turning to Lynn casually, she extended an invitation: "Mr. Lynn, I've just finished making dinner. If you don't mind, would you like to wash your hands and come to the restaurant for a bite to eat?"

"Well then... thank you for your hospitality, 'Madam'."

Lynn smiled and nodded, a meaningful smile curving her lips.

He deliberately emphasized the word "wife".

At this hour, a typical American family would have already finished dinner and be relaxing on the sofa watching TV.

Just finished making dinner? I reckon the food on the table has been reheated two or three times already.

It's obvious that this was deliberately done to wait for me.

Mrs……

Hearing Lynn's slightly teasing emphasis.

Mrs. Hill was taken aback, and an embarrassed expression instantly appeared on her face.

But after so many years of self-reliance, she is no longer the innocent girl who blushes to the roots of her neck at the slightest tease.

She realized it just a second later.

Before Katie reached the hallway.

Mrs. Hill leaned closer to Lynn, her voice soft as she said, "So... you like this kind of thing?"

"How about... I take out my wedding dress and show it to you tonight?"

boom!

Upon hearing this, Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

With a "whoosh," his fist hardened!

……