Chapter 73

In the next room, the bellboy had put Gina in bed and was about to leave when a pair of arms wrapped around him firmly.

Then, he heard a gruff moan behind him. “Oh… handsome… Come on…!

The bellboy turned to see Gina’s middle–aged face looking clearly aroused.

He was a man, but he was not that desperate–though he would not have hesitated if it was that babe from before.

This hag, however…

Still, he lowered his gaze on the stack of bills he had been given.

So that was why he was given such a generous tip! There was a catch after all!

The man was left weighing between his principles and money… and eventually gritted his teeth.

“Fuck it. Guess I’ll take this for the money!”

Throwing aside any vestiges of dignity, he turned and jumped on top of Gina!

Frank and Vicky hurried to the next room but could already hear the cries of pleasure from the doorway.

Vicky raised her brow. “Guess we’re too late… Are you going in?”

Frank smacked himself on the forehead and sighed exasperatedly. “Oh, forget it.”

He quietly left, with Vicky swiftly following-

Frank asked in surprise, “Aren’t you going home?”

Vicky simply lay down on the bed. “Of course not. I have to take good care of dear Helen tonight.”

Frank sighed exasperatedly as he sat on the couch. “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen between me and Helen even if you leave.”

Vicky snorted. “You never know. Even if you have no such intentions, she might.

Frank shook her head. “Whatever. Stay here all you want.”

With that, he got up and started to leave.

“Where are you going?” Vicky asked.

“Getting another room,” Frank replied. “Didn’t you say all fees are waived for me on all Turnbull business?”

“Fine. ” Vicky would have a peace of mind as long as Frank was not alone in a room with Helen.

As Helen slowly stirred early next morning, she immediately found herself staring at Vicky’s ravishing face.

She thought she was dreaming and almost fell off the bed.

She was immediately alert and promptly climbed back on the bed as she realized that it was not a dream.

She then looked down to find herself naked, while Vicky had a sleeping gown on!

Searching her memory, she realized she only remembered being at The Dynasty, while the rest was a blank.

Did Vicky do this for revenge?

She thoroughly felt around her lower body but noticed nothing out of place, just as Vicky stirred.

While she yawned and ran her hand through her fluffed hair, Helen demanded, “What did you do to me?”

Vicky did a double take before turning to Helen. “Hey, don’t give me that pervy look now–I don’t swing that way.”

Helen snorted. “Then what am I doing here?”

Vicky shrugged. “Frank brought you here.”

“And where is he?”

“In another room.”

Helen breathed a sigh of relief–she guessed she was fine.

She frantically picked up the clothes on the chair and promptly got dressed, though Vicky was smiling as she studied Helen. “What’s the hurry? I’ve already seen everything last night.”