Chapter 86: Chapter 86: They... wouldn't stay out overnight, would they?

Chapter 86: They… wouldn’t stay out overnight, would they?

Ethan wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, especially when faced with a sophisticated lady in glasses.

But asking him to drop his pants for no reason was definitely a no-go.

He’d need extra pay for that.

Ethan stepped back behind Blair, whose tall stature provided a sense of security.

He watched the bespectacled woman in black stockings warily.

Isabella slightly furrowed her brows, adjusted her glasses, and flashed a look of impatience. She didn’t want to waste time explaining, especially since Ethan wasn’t her subordinate:

“I’m in charge of producing the Dream Chaser Show, and right now, we need more viewers. I’ve looked into your background; you have muscle atrophy. Tell me, what do you want out of this?”

Ethan, relieved it wasn’t about entertaining some rich lady for fun, got straight to the point: “Money. I want to make some money to ease my family’s financial troubles.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Isabella’s lips curled into a smile at his response: “That could work. It’s a good angle for the show. We can collaborate. I can give you what you want.”

Her eyes, behind her glasses, gleamed as she stared pointedly at Ethan’s groin: “But you need to prove to me that everything you show is real, not just some cheap tricks.”

Isabella placed a beer bottle on the coffee table, her gaze intense.

Feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, Ethan paused briefly before nodding at Blair.

She stepped aside.

Ethan unbuttoned his pants, recalling scenes with an aunt in a hotel.

That indescribable thrill.

It only took a moment.

He was ready.

Isabella stared, her eyes wide with barely concealed astonishment. She had seen his videos before investigating him.

But seeing it in person was a different kind of shock.

She crossed her legs, shifting her position.

Ethan focused on the glass in front of him, took a deep breath, and prepared. Smashing a bottle with his “Pecker” wasn’t easy; he had practiced a lot, mainly learning boxing and combat techniques.

He turned sideways, aimed at the bottle, adjusted the angle, and twisted his waist sharply to add force.

His 10-inch “Pecker” hit the weak spot of the bottle.

“Crash!” The glass shattered.

The beer bottle broke upon impact, spraying beer and foam everywhere, some splashing onto Isabella’s cheek.

She remained still, looking at the 10-inch “Pecker” and the broken bottle.

“Sorry, may I check it myself?”

Isabella didn’t wait for Ethan’s consent, her hand already reaching out, ignoring the beer foam on his “Pecker” as she felt it.

“Erm,” Ethan twitched a smile, his skill “Hard as a Rock” making it as hard as a wooden baton.

If swung at someone’s jaw, it could knock them out cold.

But having an intellectual woman inspecting it up close always felt a bit odd.

The skill “Hard as a Rock” only increased its hardness, the sensation was still very real.

He began to notice a change in Isabella’s eyes, not just inspecting but seemingly eager to explore further.

Her gaze was intense, almost piercing.

“Cough, Isabella, I think that’s enough to prove the authenticity of my performance,” Ethan quickly interjected.

If she kept going, who knew what weird stuff might happen.

“Alright.” Isabella withdrew her hand, sat up straight, her face showing no sign of anything unusual, as if it had been a routine check:

“The official Twitter for Dream Chaser Show will release a statement tonight, clarifying that the misunderstanding between you and Mason was just a miscommunication.”

“Oh, just like that? A simple ‘misunderstanding’? He’s going to agree to that?” Ethan raised an eyebrow. Fans of such high-profile celebrities could really run wild with their imaginations.

He figured that kind of announcement would spawn a dozen conspiracy theories instantly.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Isabella’s eyes seemed to pierce right through him. “This controversy will bring you the viewership you need, and it’s the same for the show.”

Ethan squinted slightly; he might have been too obvious.

“Mason has also been under scrutiny because of your comments,” Isabella raised her hand. “He wants to wrap this up quickly too. But whether you advance in the show will depend on your performance.”

“$30,000,” Ethan smiled. “Right now, your show needs me.”

Isabella stared at him, silent for a long moment: “Dream Chaser Show has three rounds. I’ll give you $10,000, $20,000, and $30,000 for each round you advance.”

“Deal, it’s a pleasure doing business.” Ethan liked Isabella’s straightforwardness and extended his hand.

Isabella, though essentially extorted, wasn’t annoyed and shook his hand.

“I’ll wait for the show’s updates at home.” Ethan nodded at Blair and turned to leave.

“I have one more question.” Isabella stood up, her gaze fixed on him. “Does this level of hardness affect your… functionality as a man?”

Ethan stopped, turned around, and his gaze swept over her—intelligent, glasses, black stockings, and a nice figure.

“You might want to try it out; I can go all day.”

“Hmm, cheeky,” Isabella smiled for the first time since he had entered: “If you win the finals, I might consider it.”

Surprise flickered in Ethan’s eyes. Winning and possibly getting a taste of this sophisticated beauty seemed like a good deal.

But all that was for later.

After leaving the apartment.

He and Blair took the elevator together.

“Where to?” Blair tugged at her black suit, usually dressed in androgynous attire, but still not quite used to men’s suits.

“Back to the streaming apartment first, need to think of some tough acts.” Ethan watched the elevator numbers descend rapidly. “Everyone gets tired of the same old tricks, and just swinging a bottle won’t cut it for advancing.”

Meanwhile, Scarlett arrived at the hospital room; she was scheduled for a teacher qualification exam next week.

Originally, Blair was supposed to accompany Ethan in her place.

But after seeing the “well-endowed” coach’s live stream at Jessica’s last night, that strange familiarity kept her restless.

On a whim, she decided to visit the hospital.

After arriving and not finding Blair and Ethan, she didn’t think much of it, assuming they were out walking or busy with something else.

As the sun set and they still hadn’t returned,

Scarlett pulled out her phone, looked at Blair and Ethan’s numbers, her finger hovering but not making the call.

After several hesitations, she put down the phone, lay on the hospital bed, and stared at the empty room.

Her feelings became complicated.

“They… wouldn’t stay out overnight, would they?”

Images of her taking Ethan to a hotel flashed through Scarlett’s mind; having done it herself, it was easy for her thoughts to drift there.

“Surely not.”

She felt their relationship had always been quite good since they were kids.