America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"My God! I never imagined you, who looked so gentle, were such a wild beast!"

Svefa's eyes lit up, and she kept swallowing.

This made Rosen very uncomfortable.

As a young man full of vigor, Rosen has always kept himself pure and virtuous since he transmigrated here, mainly because he has just settled down and does not have the means to do so.

Furthermore, after acquiring the Iron Man ace, Rosen's physical abilities have improved dramatically, with some of his skills seemingly enhanced to an excessive degree.

At this moment, Rosen was finding it increasingly difficult to resist Svefa's provocation.

"Ms. Svefa, please don't do this! I'm a respectable person!"

However, Svefa actually wanted Rosen to lose control of himself; she wanted him to unleash the beast within him.

So, the beautiful female boss leaned on Rosen's shoulder and breathed sweetly.

"But I'm not a decent person! And little Rosen, what are you so afraid of?"

These words became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Rosen, your body is amazing! I haven't felt this way in a long time!"

Compared to Sweefa's enjoyment, Rosen was a bit depressed.

At this moment, Rosen inexplicably felt as if he had become some kind of special profession.

In particular, as Svefa returned to her position, she pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, lit it, and started smoking.

He looked like a wealthy woman smoking a cigarette after sex, and Rosen looked like a young man doing his best to satisfy her.

This...this isn't right, is it?

Rosen slapped the cigarette out of Svefa's hand and grabbed her chin with his hand.

Did I say it was over?

Svefa frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased.

"Rosen, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you started the war, but when it ends is up to me!"

Svefair was preparing to refute.

"Wait, how did you recover so quickly?"

That's because of Iron Man, his ace!

At this point, Svefa was still unaware of the seriousness of the problem and was marveling at how healthy young people were.

Sweating profusely, Svefa reached for the whiskey bottle on her desk to replenish her fluids.

"No, really? You, you've recovered completely?"

Svefa started to stutter, after all, the speed at which she regained her breath was truly frightening.

Rosen didn't care about any of that; he was determined to teach Svefa a lesson today and let her know she wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Rosen, honey, please wait a minute! At least let me have something to drink, I'm dehydrated!"

Svefa couldn't help but plead, her throat was parched and her voice was hoarse.

Rosen snatched the whiskey and took a big gulp. As the main force in the exchange of civilizations, he was also very tired and needed to replenish his water.

After drinking most of a bottle of whiskey in one go, Rosen then passed the liquor to Sweepha through his mouth, finally allowing her to replenish some of her fluids.

Svefa didn't even have the strength to lift her hand; all she wanted to do was close her eyes and get a good night's sleep.

Unfortunately, Rosen wasn't going to let the beautiful female boss off so easily.

"Ms. Svepha, do you now know the consequences of provoking me?"

"Rosen, stop! I really need to rest! Even just half an hour would be fine!"

"I've said it before, although you started the war, I decide when it ends!"

Svefa choked back tears; her voice was now completely hoarse, and she couldn't utter a sound.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Rosen got dressed, feeling refreshed.

Rosen felt as if the whole world had become wonderful.

"Ms. Svepha, don't forget my intelligence!"

Rosen patted the taillights of Swifa's luxury car, but the only response he received was the beautiful female boss's ramblings.

"Rosen, please let me rest for a bit..."

Shaking his head, Rosen kindly found a blanket and covered Svefa with it to prevent her from catching a cold before leaving the office.

Back at the bar counter, the bartender was still dozing off at the bar. Rosen's appearance woke him up.

Rosen felt a little awkward when he made eye contact with the bartender.

After all, Svepha's Nordic war cry was so loud that everyone in the bar could probably hear it clearly.

However, Rosen forgot that this was America, where sex wasn't something to be hidden. The bartender gave Rosen a thumbs up.

"Uh, Ms. Svefa is asleep and may not wake up for a while."

"Understood! I won't disturb the boss's rest!"

"I'll be going now, see you next time!"

Rosen hurriedly left the Sanjiviki bar; even an Ironman would be exhausted after a night of intense exercise.

So Rosen drove his Dodge Viper back to his apartment.

After returning home in a daze and quickly washing up, Rosen drifted off to sleep.

I slept so soundly that I don't know how long I slept.

Rosen was finally awakened by his cell phone ringing.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already night.

Rosen picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was already 8 p.m., meaning he had slept for more than ten hours.

Rosen was somewhat surprised to see Donnie's phone number displayed on the screen.

Because Donnie had previously told Rosen that he was preparing to leave Los Angeles with his wife and start a new life.

Rosen thought Donnie wouldn't contact him again.

The call was connected.

"Hello, this is Rosen."

"Rosen, I need your help!"