Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 102: Welcome, Princess!

In the phone screen, Scarlett strikes a peace sign at the camera, taking a selfie from a 45-degree angle above, her prominent chest catching the eye.

The caption reads, “Studying hard, Ethan, no staying up late!”

“Auntie, you’re so pretty.” Ethan, sitting in the passenger seat, lets out a goofy laugh and quickly types on his phone: “I want to see your legs.”

The screen shows that the other person is typing.

“Get lost!”

“Jeez, stingy much?” Ethan chuckles. Ever since he started hanging out with Auntie, they’ve kept in touch through messaging apps.

Auntie is more reserved in real life, burdened by her elder status, but online, she’s much more laid-back.

“We’re here.” Blair rests his hand on the car window, peering through the glass at a small villa with a courtyard.

Victoria, in her thirties, is dressed to the nines, carrying a designer bag, and pulls out a white BMW from the garage.

“Follow her, but keep your distance,” Ethan instructs, glancing at the license plate to memorize it—it’s local.

Blair had easily gotten Michael’s home address from a nurse at the hospital.

Finding out Blair could drive, Ethan also got a producer from Dream Chaser Show, Isabella, to lend them this car.

“Okay.” Blair isn’t the most skilled driver, but he drives steadily, keeping a safe distance behind Victoria’s BMW.

Seeing that the tailing is going smoothly, Ethan lowers his head again and quickly types: “But I can’t sleep without seeing Auntie’s sexy feet.”

In the early stages of a relationship, couples can hardly bear to be apart, and their chats can be surprisingly bold to an outsider.

The phone shows typing again, then stops.

After more than ten seconds, a photo comes through.

Scarlett’s feet are indeed sexy, pristine and bare, no stockings.

Followed by a message.

“Go to sleep, or I’ll get mad!”

“Okay~” Ethan saves the photo, realizing that although Auntie seems strict, she really spoils him.

He’s gotten away with a lot just by pleading a few more times—Scarlett can hardly resist.

Ethan can already imagine, with Auntie’s inability to resist his charm, the wild sexual positions they might try in the future.

The car moves through the city streets.

The BMW ahead turns into the heart of the city.

“Hmm, looks like she’s heading to Fifth Avenue?” Ethan checks the map on his phone.

Fifth Avenue, known as one of the world’s most expensive shopping streets, is famous for its high-end stores—a shopper’s paradise.

But it also thrives with a different kind of nightlife.

Ethan squints, having once doubted whether Michael was just making up excuses about infidelity.

But the system’s task was clear: “Michael wishes his estate not to be inherited by his wife after his death.”

“Slow down,” Ethan tells Blair, now also suspecting that Victoria might indeed be cheating.

All dressed up late at night, she’s unlikely just out for shopping.

They follow Victoria into a parking garage.

She parks the car, steps out in high heels, and walks directly into the bustling area of Fifth Avenue.

The street is alive with colorful LED lights and huge screens displaying various flashy ads.

Photos of handsome men and beautiful women, along with eye-catching slogans.

Though it’s night, it’s brighter than day.

On both sides of the street, exaggeratedly dressed men and women hand out flyers to passersby.

“It’s lively here.” Ethan and Blair stroll casually,the crowd is so thick they don’t need to hide.

Victoria doesn’t stop,she walks straight to a store labeled “Sabina.”

Without hesitation, she steps in as two smartly dressed men nod and bow, welcoming her inside.

“She’s a regular, huh?” Ethan, resting his chin on his hand, says to Blair, “Why don’t you go in and see how wild she gets?”

“Sure.” Blair nods, activates the pinhole camera on his button, and heads towards the store.

Ethan sits down in a corner, pulls out his phone, connects to the camera, and starts watching the live feed.

Both Blair and he had applied light makeup, making them hard to recognize unless you knew them well.

She had a bob cut, wore a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt that slightly accentuated her chest, giving her a cool, androgynous look. Most people would think she’s a really cool girl.

No one would guess she was actually underage.

The two smartly dressed men were taken aback by Blair’s appearance, quickly bowing their heads, “Is this your first time here, Princess?”

“Yep.” Blair, not at all intimidated, smirks playfully, “Do you recognize everyone who comes in?”

“Ha ha.” The suited man laughs warmly, “Because every princess is unique, I make it my duty to remember each one carefully with these eyes.”

After his spiel, he flashes what he thinks is his most charming smile, but seeing Blair’s handsome face, he feels a twinge of inferiority.

“Please, follow me, Princess.”

“Do you know the woman who just came in?” Blair cuts to the chase.

“Ah?” The suited man is taken aback, then looks suspicious, “Sorry, Princess, but we can’t disclose information about other customers.”

“Huh.” Blair chuckles and walks into the store.

Ethan, hiding in the corner, watches speechlessly, surprised that Blair isn’t more nervous. This strange ease is baffling.

After entering the gentlemen’s club, Blair heads down the stairs to a glass door.

“Welcome, Princess!” Eight male escorts, each dressed differently, bow and greet her.

The moment Blair steps through the door.

Ethan’s phone screen starts flickering, then loses connection, displaying a large exclamation mark indicating a disconnection:

“Damn, there really is a signal jammer.”

Ethan rubs his forehead, having anticipated this.

He puts away his phone, straightens his clothes, and walks directly towards “Sabina” gentlemen’s club.

The suited man sees him approaching and bows respectfully, “Hello, sir, how can I assist you?”

“I’m here to spend money, is that not allowed?” Ethan points towards the entrance.

“Sorry, sir,” the suited man smiles, “Currently, we only serve female clients. Based on your needs, I recommend you visit store B57,they have the services you require.”

He obviously has dealt with many men before and handles it smoothly.

“Why are you assuming my gender?” Ethan looks at the suited man, “Are you discriminating against me?”

“Uh, please hold on.” The suited man walks to a corner, speaks into a walkie-talkie, and after getting a response, turns back to Ethan, “Sorry, Princess, please come in.”

Ethan raises an eyebrow, surprised at how easily he was persuaded,it seems they’ve dealt with similar situations before.

Led by the suited man, Ethan follows the stairs to the glass door.

“Welcome, Princess!”

The same eight handsome men uniformly salute him.

Ethan spots Blair sitting in a booth, a woman next to her striking up a conversation.

Not far away, Victoria is also seated, with a young handsome man beside her.