Camus blinked away from his memories, then he looked through April's eyes, which had been wide open before, were now only half-closed as a result of her body's reactions to the last orgasm when morning light had already shown through, the two finally fell asleep exhausted.

All of a sudden, he was walking among the gloomy trees as if he were slowly awakening. The cold moon was high up in the sky, and now and then, he could hear the mournful cry of owls.Furthermore, A woman dancing nearby whose movements were as graceful as a swan captured his attention,she wore a white bridal gown and a tulle veil over her head.

It is then that Camus recognizes that this is a willy, a forest spirit from European folklore, the female ghost from the ballet "Giselle" who passes on from sadness at not being able to have the love they want in this life.When he grabbed the Willy's arm, he saw that it was Natassia who had turned around. Her sad look eyes with mingled helplessness and her slim but toned body told him this was definitely not April.Before he could figure out what was going on next, she got rid of him and backed away fast. He reached for her but always failed to do so.

"Hey!Wait!" Camus didn't want to give up and kept following her figure, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch her. He tried to call her name but couldn't. He woke up the following minute with his forehead saturated in cold sweat.

"After taking a quick look at April, who was still sleeping next to him, Camus got up and changed into the black pants he had worn to work yesterday, leaving his upper body bare; he then left the room alone with the floor-to-ceiling window open and stood on the balcony to watch the sunset.

After considering the possibility that the dream was caused by his prolonged staring at April's face, which triggered memories from the past again, he concluded that this was likely the case. He had also seen Natasha dance in the ballet competition when he was a teenager,and still remembered her performance, in which she danced the Giselle variation act 1, dressed in Ulanova's 1956 outfit and styled adorable buns on both sides of her head, just like an innocent and happy girl who did not foresee her impending doom.

Natassia was just like Maya Plesetskaya,as long as she got excited during the performance, she did not care about the details of her movements at all but just highlighted the passion and impetuosity of her stage persona, which can charm almost the audience.--Of course, her appearance also played a big role in here.

She was very devoted in her dance, just like a village girl who was madly in love and danced with her remaining life. She blew a kiss to him on the stage as if she did to Albrecht, which made his heart beat faster.

At some point, Camus discovered that Natassia started getting shorter than him, and the way she looked at him had changed from childhood.

Her eyes occasionally seemed to stray when they made eye contact, and she acted more reserved than she had when they were younger.Even though he was also really into her from the first time they met, he fell even more for her the more he got to know her and began to count down the days until they could see one another again when they weren't together for a short while. He felt overwhelmed since all of this had occurred much beyond what he had planned for his life.

As a teen, he made a naive and daring decision. He returned to the Sanctuary, paused briefly in front of the towering Pope's Chamber, thought for a moment, and then set foot on the stairs.

Then he met the grand master and confessed his feelings to him.

"You are almost the last gold knight I can think of to bring this up to me." After hearing what he had to say, the Grandmaster turned away from him and said, "No, it might not be the last one, but it will certainly be among the last. I was genuinely surprised to learn that you were the first instead of anybody else,as expected of an Aquarius that never cease to amaze me.I don't think you will be the only young gold that runs into this, but you may be too obsessed since you chose to tell me in person, right?You came from an aristocratic, upper-class household at birth. Your family members covertly hold on to their noble status even in the present era. Some may view this as a respectable aura, but I believe those referred to as nobles also have more obligations than others. Although you are still young, you should know what you are doing, right, Aquarius Camus? "

'I get it now, Grand Master. ''He had to make a hasty promise to the Grand Master. Still, he had not built any confidence and had no idea how firm his decision would be the next time he encountered Natasha. All he did was just structure the talk.

"Natalia,Can we talk,right now?cause I have something that I want to tell you."

"so do I."

"Then you go first. From what I know about you, you will feel uncomfortable if you can't speak your mind, right?"

"Yeah, you're right. You know I've never lied to you or withheld anything from you, so I decided to remove the ambiguity between us this time because I hate this. André, I love you so much. You are a true gentleman who is courteous, kind, modest, intelligent, and courageous yet upright. I still remember how fearless you were in fending off the drunk guy who was much bigger than you a few years back. I have no idea what would happen if I told you this. After all, you are still young, and we are both too young, but even so, I should let you know that this is my innermost thoughts and feelings."

"Thank you for telling me this, Natasha. Now that I have a answer, I have no regrets, and this is what I want to make clear today: I have always regarded you as my best friend, but I can't stop love from happening. It's just that I can't see a future between us. Instead, you are supposed to have a great promise awaiting you, so wasting time and feelings on someone like me is worthless..."

"Can you tell me why? I just want to be honest with you because, even if I am rejected, I feel better sharing my feelings with you than keeping them buried deep within me forever. Does this have anything to do with your foreign status?"

Natassia knew nothing about the Sanctuary and his identity as a gold knight since it was their duty to keep this information hidden from regular human citizens. Besides, he did not know what would happen later on and never wanted any girl, let alone the gorgeous Natassia, to become a widow because of him. She deserved a better life, and he had no right to ruin it.

"So to speak. I can't guarantee that I will stay here forever,so I can't make a promise to you, I'm sorry..."

I will admit that I didn't see things long-term. All I know for sure now is that I will miss you when I can't see you and that being with you makes me incredibly happy."

"But I did,it'll come across my mind all the times whenever I think about you, , and I just can't stop it.''

''alright..André is still as precocious as ever, and I should have known. Unlike me, who acts childish even though I'm older than you.''

"No, there's nothing wrong with you, Natassia, and nothing wrong with falling in love or confessing your feelings to someone either.."

''so,we're still friends,right?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid it would be best for us to stop seeing each other for at least a while since we both need to calm down. And I can't tell you how long this will last..."

He couldn't bear to see her clear blue eyes full of sadness again, so he make up his mind to turned around and left.

so, that's it,I guess.I wish you every success and until we meet again." His footsteps seemed to grow heavier as he went farther. His heart was being torn apart by Natasha's enchanting blue eyes, which kept appearing in his mind uncontrollably.His endurance finally reached its limit due to the misery, which made his feelings surge through him as a tidal wave that broke a dam, like someone had suddenly sprinkled some sort of catalyst on it.Finally giving up on logic and his bottom line, he set out on the path he came heedless of everything as if some unseen force had drawn his soul and taken control of his body.

He yelled her name and ran to look for her as she would be lost to him forever if he didn't find her. He was out of character, acting as though he was no longer his regular self. He became extremely frightened and even ignored what the Grand Master had said to him.

When he eventually spotted Natassia at a crosswalk after turning a street corner, he desperately ran to her and held her tight.

"Thank God! what have I done? I thought I would never see you again."

"Am I dreaming? I also believed I wouldn't meet you again!"

His fingertips fluttered across Natassia's misted-over eyes as he caressed her face and removed the tears, and then they couldn't help but give each other their first kiss.Without a doubt, Camus's primary goal was not achieved, and he even went so far as to formally start secret dates with Natasha, departing entirely from his original plan to have a conversation with her. However, like a disobedient high school student, he eventually stopped caring and began to enjoy it.

Although the two cannot see each other every day due to the long distance and their busy schedules, the pleasure it brought him was still something that any drug or marijuana cannot compared- whether it is mental or physical.

--this charming but blunt and lack of sensitive Russian girl sometimes cannot always recognize the French romance, but she still expresses her love in her own way,just as they had done in the past when she treated him as her younger brother, taking care of him in unexpected ways, putting on a cozy scarf that she had made especially for him in the bitter cold, or eventually affected by his affection, she openly and proactively gave him a surprise in return: her virginity.

Camus celebrated his fifteenth birthday with Natassia on a blanket in the snowy countryside when she cuddled against him as he sang "I can't help falling in love with you" to her while holding his guitar.

They get closer to one another and find it harder to be apart.Without flinching or fear of the cold, she started undressing in front of him and declared, "I once heard my classmates say that they will remain virgins until the wedding day, no matter how they are in love with their boyfriends because this is how they can maximize their benefits from the life.But I want to celebrate your birthday with this since it is something so special and cannot be purchased, traded, or used as a negotiating chip, my beloved...Andre."

It all happened far too quickly. His heart was pounding, and he didn't know what to do after seeing the girl's wonderful bodyline, a wave of desire slowly washed over him as his thoughts went blank,Gradually, he put his hands on her and took off his clothes as they practiced all of the details and pieces of information they could recall from the "Hygienic and Sex Education Manual" from kissing to going over every aspect step by step.With her blue eyes staring at him passionately and her blonde hair flowing like a golden stream, Camus couldn't wait any longer and entered her for the first time, penetrating her tenderly and slowly.Both of them could feel pain, but it was covered up by the excitement of intercourse and the desire to be intimate. Theirpain and pleasurecenters overlapped, and their burning bodies were not affected by the low temperature around them at all.

They were even more in love with one another, and their relationship had reached a whole new level.

His time with her was like a spring between two winters within a year, an adornment to a life of monotony. Since everything will soon return to coldness and his life is destined to begin and end in winter, preserving the memory while it is still warm is best because spring is not permanent.

Spring is ultimately fleeting.

After graduating from the academy, Natassia was accepted into the Bolshoi Theater and starred in Giselle's Peasant Variation shortly after that. She rapidly gained popularity with the general public and caught the attention of the Soviet Union's leader right away,it is widely known that he is particularly drawn to young, attractive blonde women, so this is not at all surprising. A girl with such exquisite beauty and talent will eventually be recognized and elevated to the position of prima dancer in the theater. Thus, after a year, she continued to amaze everyone by playing Kitri in "Don Quixote."

But she wasn't as joyful as she had been and seemed to talk about her underlying displeasure more often. Her favorite moment was not on stage, but when she went backstage and found her boyfriend standing in the corner, she rushed up and kissed him.

"I don't understand why, besides completing my own duties as a performing artist, I also need to entertain so-called VIPs?"

Perhaps it's because others could not resist what the leader called for." Camus spoke bluntly because he was a little worried.

"Since nobody is here right now, I'll go straight to the point. I met Brezhnev multiple times and was left with the feeling that he was a cronyistic man who was overjoyed by his achievements that tried to boil the ocean, as well as acting in ways that benefited the interest class under the guise of communism.

"So,What should I do？"

Natassia has always lived in a simple environment. When faced with a scenario this complex, it was natural for her to be confused. so he had to tell her first:

"It's better to decline any benefits he might try to offer you if you have the option. Has he?"

"No, but he asked the theater to arrange for me to be the soloist more often if they could, and he wants to see me promoted to principal dancer as soon as possible."

"It's too early for you to talk about this now, but you are confident that you are qualified for the job at hand. At the very least, it is the first step to achieving the goal."

"I feel like I can't do it because my skills are not the best, and I am not as comprehensive as Nadezhda."

"The compatibility of your style with the character is more important than skill. In any case, I think you did a pretty good job portraying Kitri, and I really enjoy your rendition of it.

Furthermore, unlike Maya Plisetskaya, you don't have any political baggage from your family's past, so assuming nothing goes wrong, your artistic career will go much more smoothly and without controversy."

"Do you think so?"

"Yes, your charisma and outstanding jump heights are a good fit for this role. And you look as stunning as a flame that is jumping and dancing with your bright red skirt! This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.Even if I put aside my personal opinion, I still believe your performance will not raise controversy as the best, at least before the next role."

"As someone who has never worried about a smooth artistic career, I feel satisfied after receiving your affirmation right now." Natasha blushed and said, "Although I know it's selfish to think this way, and it sounds like a fool who has no lofty ideals to give back to society."

"I just hope you can always be happy because I want to see a cheerful and energetic Natassia like she used to be." He stroked her hair and kissed her, allowing the pleasure of love to soothe the stresses of life briefly.

As they expected, Natassia fame as "Kitri" brought her a job as Odette in Swan Lake and a chance to play in New York. Although she felt even more unhappy after that.

"I don't know if there's any point in doing it all the time or if there is any meaning to this kind of life." Natassia was not feeling well that day and couldn't eat anything. She could do almost nothing but snuggle into her boyfriend's arms and share her grievances with him.

"you may not believe it, André. The theater's superiors invited me to attend a high-profile secret dinner while my other colleagues had never been scheduled to do such a thing, and... I didn't expect the so-called aristocratic gentlemen to be no different than drunkards on the street when they were intoxicated."

"What did they ask you to do?"

He asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Let me drink with people who may be of great status, although I drank them under the table as they all ended up falling down before I did."

"Don't go next time!"

"yeah! I'll turn them down!"

Camus decided to say something about it, but Natassia cut him off before he could:

"But if I work harder for a time, I will be able to bring my family to Moscow. Grandma is not doing well, maybe someone will provide better care once she arrives."

He held back the words he wanted to say as he had other plans in mind. After settling his girlfriend, Camus again went to the Grand Master's temple that day. Although he knew it was impossible to get positive feedback, he merely intended to take it as an essential declaration.

"A rich man's son destined to have power in the future goes so far as to fall in love with a female star willfully and without listening to any dissuasion. What a cliché. I can't believe it actually happened to the Gold Knight of the Sanctuary. Aren't you the economic pro? Does this kind of behavior comply with any theorem that you know about?"

"It's Pareto optimality, Grand Master."

"Since you can't bring any benefits to each other, how can you achieve the optimal solution?"

"I think certain conditions are required to meet this standard, like a world that is free from the cycle of history, and I will work hard to create it."

"Oh? How can you create it with just you, a weak force that has lost concentration and indulged in worldly desires?"

"No, instead of I think my concentration and my will have been getting stronger recently, Grand Master!"

"Huh, is that so?" The Grandmaster turned away and said, "You are such an ignorant brat. I will let you spend at least a month testing your so-called stronger concentration ability. From now on, you shall be confined to the Sanctuary! This is to punish you for abusing the Gold Knight's teleportation privileges many times over the past period of time!"

Camus was secretly placed under house arrest after he acceded to the Pope's accusations; only his close friend Milo was aware of it, as he kept it private and quiet. But obviously, this could not stop him.

After his confinement ended a month later, he went straight to Natassia's dormitory to see whether she was still there, but she was nowhere to be found. He had to go to the Bolshoi Theater in person to ask the staff there.

"Hello, comrade. May I ask if you know MS. Natalya Lichniayskaia? I am an old friend of hers, and I'm here to visit her. Because I couldn't find Natalya at the address I posted to her before, I'm here to see if I can ask about where she is. Thank you so much."

He found a middle-aged woman there and asked.

"Old friend?"

The lady stared at Camus suspiciously.

"How do you know her?"

"Oh, technically, we are not very close friends. It's just that... we met at the Artek summer camp when we were young and exchanged postcards and letters. So I planned to visit her while I'm in Moscow this time."

"Humph, I can't tell you why due to the theater's reputation, but she has been fired anyway!"

"What? Fired?? Then do you know where she is?"

"I don't know where she went. You can look for her elsewhere by yourself."

The middle-aged woman was not very friendly, so Camus could only say thank you to her in a hurry and leave. Suddenly, he knew a place to go: the government-provided flat where he and Natassia had spent a few weeks together before anyone else moved in and where she intended to move her entire family later on; he still remembered the time when they lived there like newlyweds in peace for a few weeks.

When Camus revisited the flat, someone had just moved in. He knocked on the door, and the person who opened the door was a kind lady with a familiar face and gray hair. She appeared elderly and decrepit, yet he could still imagine how beautiful she had been when she was young.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Natalya Lichniaskaya?" Camus asked politely,

"I am her mother. May I ask, are you?"

She looked at Camus and said,

"Hello...my name is Andrei. I am a friend of Natalia..."

"It's you, Natassia mentioned you to me several times. "

"...really?"

"Please come in, kid. By the way, I'm Galina; nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too; thank you for letting me in.."...

"And can you do me a favor?kid. please don't talk about Natassia in front of her grandma..thank you very much."

"Okay...I will.."

Camus entered this apartment, which was not like the typical Khrushchevkas. Despite not being finished, the interior decoration still showed its simplicity. Certificates, awards, and pictures of Natassia when she was a kid cluttered the bookshelves. The family members have a semi-disabled father in addition to the mother,he was sitting due to his limited mobility.

Camus saw a young man who seemed about the same age as him. He was a very handsome blond boy. Obviously, this was the younger brother Natassia often mentioned. Camus greeted them one by one and saw sadness shrouding everyone's face. He also found that the ginger kitten he had given to Natasha was inside the house too and had now gotten bigger.

Being blind and deaf, the elderly grandma began asking about the sudden visitor. Natasha's mother immediately explained the situation, then held back tears and told her that her granddaughter had been touring abroad and would not be coming home anytime soon; the grandma seemed to show some relief upon hearing this.

Through a talk with Natassia's brother Alexi, Camus discovered that Natassia had suddenly left without saying goodbye and had been out of contact for almost half a month; they even requested assistance from government agencies but had not heard back. All he could do was promise Alexi they would let one other know as soon as they learned anything new regarding his sister. Ultimately, he gave the old grandma a friendly, choking consolation, petted the ginger cat that belonged to him and Natassia, and then said goodbye to the family.

"Wait, kid!"

When he stepped out of the apartment door, Natassia's mother hurried out and handed him a box.

"If you see Natassia next time, please give this to her; it's the wedding dress left by her grandmother."

"I will, Galina."

He took the box and promised Natassia's mother

"Hey, good night."

April emerged from the bedroom behind the French door along with Camus, took the beer he had drank from the refrigerator, and put it in her mouth while wearing his two-size-too-big white shirt.

There was no underwear under the shirt, which made her look incredibly sexy and provocative.

"Hey, good morning. It's not the weekend yet. Don't you have to go to work?" Camus replied to her welcome without turning to face her.

"As for me, I never worry about going to work.I just go whenever I want and don't go when I'm not keen."

"Well. I guess your company provides outstanding employee care. I'm jealous"

"Only me having the authority to do it. Have you heard of my company?"

"Graudes'?It seems that I have been seeing this particular brand of drugs popping up everywhere lately." Camus answered casually but carefully.

"To be precise, this is actually a large company with biotechnology development as its main business."

"So, in that case, it sounds like a company that focuses a lot on technology, but I guess it also pays great attention to marketing, as hiring a sales manager like you would probably bring them a hell of a lot of profits."

"In fact, they don't really need me there. I'm just doing a sinecure. Although the lifestyle I am living right now is regarded as an accomplishment, which is harder-won rewards than you think, though it's far from what I ultimately want to achieve."

"So,what was your ultimately goal then."

""My original goal was to seduce their founder, a rich man with vast wealth but old and would not live for many years; what a perfect target for me."

"That made sense."

"By the way, I hope what I told you today won't ruin our pleasant atmosphere because of your contempt for my behavior." She lit a cigarette with a quick flip of a silver lighter, and the smoke curled lazily in the air as she spoke.

"Contempt? No, everyone has their own way of life, I won't judge. Besides, I am not looking for something serious really, since we had no strings attached."

"Humph, it's always surprised me to see how you people nowadays separate sex and feelings thoroughly."

"You people nowadays? Or what? Don't tell me you loved this old man more than his money. If you are so ambitious, why bother to be constrained by the feelings anyway? You should've known cash is more valuable than love these days.

"Camus took back the remaining beer in front of April and drank it all; She gave him a quick glance and said, "You are right."

"But then again, how did your plan fail? It seems that you did not easily persuade the cunning businessman, huh?"

"No, it's just a matter of God didn't leave me enough time. The old man died suddenly, and he secretly passed his inheritance and most of the company's management rights to his adopted daughter. That is how my goals were dead in the water. Therefore, I had no choice but to seek a transfer here."

Graude's heir is a daughter?

Camus was quite surprised. This information had never reached the Sanctuary's intelligence network. They were unaware that Graude had a daughter who would inherit and take over the business; all they knew was that he had a legitimate son who was underage and numerous illicit children. It seemed that they did an unreasonably good job of keeping secrets.

He couldn't help but become more vigilant in his desire to keep getting as much information from April as possible, regardless of whether it was true or false. The clock was ticking as they still had a lot of work to do, so at least he should try to find out as much as he could for the time being.

"I'm sure your life is going fairly well right now, even though you didn't achieve your goal. But you've gained work experience, knowledge, and connections. Consequently, you are not disadvantaged."

"Indeed. The past few years have not been in vain. I have secretly learned so much inside information about their wealthy family, and it has also given me a lot of topics to talk about when socializing with others."

"Oh? Family gossip about rich people? "Can you tell us ordinary people more about it?"

"Well. First of all, the old Graude was very superstitious."

"But it is said that many rich people are superstitious."

"But his superstition brought him the results he wanted. You may not believe it; he was infertile, so he didn't have children when he was young."

"Since he was infertile, is the daughter adopted? After all, the first artificial insemination was not performed until 1978. the girl cannot be his biological daughter, who was born after 1978, as she can't be taking over the company at such a young age, right?

"You're partially correct, the girl was indeed adopted, although I'm not sure how she was adopted. If I remember correctly, she just turned 18 this year, so she's not exactly old."

Camus had to continue the talk because this information not only contained more shocking information but also addressed his long-standing doubts.

"Is it possible for a kid of that age to hold an executive position in a major corporation? She should have just started college at this age."

"She was not an ordinary child but a prodigy with outstanding intelligence since childhood who obtained double bachelor's degrees and a master's degree at the age of 17. She is also studying at West Point Military Academy right now. Besides, " April said in a purposefully titillating tone, "she is very stunningly beautiful."

"This is the topic that we men are most interested in, although I am not interested in girls who are too young." Camus went along with her teasing after learning the intriguing details. "However, I'm curious: how beautiful is she? Is she as stunning as you?"

"It's a matter of opinion, although if people had the chance to vote to decide who is more beautiful, I'm afraid most would choose me."

"Well, that indicates a certain degree of neck-and-neck between you. It does arouse my curiosity. I also wonder why a story of a rich man making a good-looking, gifted girl his heir through adoption never hit the headlines, which would even become well-known to people like me who don't usually pay attention to such things.""

"That is not required. After all, they are just one of those businesses that use monopolies and technical advancement to generate consistent profits. They don't need to rely on high-profile publicity to attract attention. However, there is an even more incredible inside story. Old Graude has not only one adopted daughter but also a legitimate son and the father of more than one hundred illicit offspring."

"If he was sterile, how did he have so many kids? Is it possible that they created biotechnology earlier than 1978 that made artificial insemination possible? "

"You're right."

"I'm not buying it. Moreover, despite having a large family, he allows a girl who is not related to him by blood to inherit the family business. And what about the legitimate son then?"

"It's a long story. But do you know what background his legitimate son's mother came from? That's the Jewish noble banking family begins with the letter R."

Camus could have known right away that she was referring to the Rothschild family since, besides marrying old European aristocrats, the most cost-effective deal for the new rich of the United States in modern times is to forge blood ties with Jewish conglomerates.Their conversation was unexpectedly informative; he was shocked that the mother of Graude's legitimate son was so low-key that even the Sanctuary's Intelligence Network failed to cover her personal information, as well as another young lady who could become the heir to a big corporation probably just right after she turned 18.

"then she must be another wealthy lady too, so how can she stand the thought that one of her husband's numerous illicit children might end up competing with her son for his inheritance, and even allowing her adopted daughter, who is not related by blood, to inherit her husband's business? I highly doubt it."

"This is the most thrilling part of their family drama. The woman married Graude for mutual advantage, even though she is a lesbian."

The unconventional practice of artificial insemination led to the birth of a child between Graude and the Rothschild's daughter, who was subsequently acknowledged as their legitimate son. Meanwhile, the couple's personal life would not be interfered with. Despite the seemingly logical sequence of events, Camus couldn't help but question Glacier's birth. He was considering the next move, preparing for a potentially revealing conversation with April.

"What about all his other children?"

"This whole thing is just a way for him to carry out his own scheme.Have you ever heard of a book called 'the adam and eve story'written by Chan Thomas that was banned by the CIA?"

"What is that? Religious propaganda? I've never heard of it. What is it about?"

"This is a book published anonymously by a mason. Even if the CIA declassified it by the law decades later, they would not expose the original version. its primary message is a prophecy about the sudden change and reset of the world in the upcoming century, much like the Younger Dryas period 10,000 years ago. The current cycle will most likely come to an end before 2036, and then the new reincarnation will begin.as old Graude was also a Masonic mentor, he knew those secrets and was eager to preserve his genes and establish his kingdom in a new world. These hundreds of descendants are merely products of experimentation. And he will use his adopted daughter as a proxy. "

"These are just ridiculous conspiracy theories. If the so-called plans are true, then this old man must have watched too many science fiction movies and probably messed up his mind."Camus learned a lot from this conversation; even though he already knew some of the material, he had to pretend to be a regular working-class guy who was unaware of any high-level insider information.

"I know you won't believe it because I don't either, that's why I could tell you these things without any concerns. After all, rich men aren't always much smarter than ordinary people, so we don't have to take it too seriously anyway. But as I said earlier, I didn't spend the past few years doing nothing even if I could just come up with some ridiculous stories I've learned so far to share with my next object of interest."

"Next object of interest？So you haven't given up yet, well, good luck then. "

"Let me be honest; you seem like one of the decent choices for me. I can tell there is something different from regular people in the way you act or speak. Furthermore, you are wearing a fitted, subdued shirt that covers up the logo, the scars on your body can be from extreme sports activities, and you also have an English tutor with a British accent. Based on my experience, you must have impressive backing from an upper-class family, and to top it all off, you are hot and good in bed."

"I'm glad you enjoyed our time in bed, but..."Camus remained silent for a short while before continuing his words:

"... stop kidding, that kind of dress style you've talked about is just the notion you Americans have of East Coaster; I wear this way because our boss provides us with nice uniforms and treats us well. Besides, if you are really interested in me, why would you tell me about your past anyway?"

"Who told you that a gold digger has to hide her purpose in the first place?because I am not. When I go after my target, I will always be straightforward with them."

"Okay, I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not wealthy at all and have almost nothing, you won't get anything from me. But I won't mind if you are interested in me because..."

At last, he turned to face April and declared:

"I'm very keen on fuck you at absolutely any place, any time."