Chapter 2

As you can see, when it comes to flattery, I'm a pro.

It's not that I want to flatter - it's just that the system pays too well.

The next day, I showed up at the resort carrying a bag of contraceptives, looking shifty.

The security guard quickly stopped me: "What's your business here?"

I showed him the contents of my bag and said seriously: "Delivery. Bringing condoms for the boss."

The guard was shocked, but his professional demeanor accepted it all: "Hurry on in then."

When I found Zane, he was doing fancy swim strokes in the outdoor pool.

Three bikini-clad beauties of different nationalities were cheering for him on the shore.

Seeing me, Zane leisurely got out of the pool, shaking his head in slow motion, letting crystalline water droplets roll joyfully and beautifully down his eight-pack abs.

I took half a step back to avoid getting my designer outfit wet from the water on his body.

Zane noticed my movement, raising an eyebrow with an amused look: "Playing hard to get? Hazel, your pursuit tactics have improved."

Dude, you're overthinking it.

I shyly bent my swan-like slender neck, a faint cherry blossom pink spreading across my cheeks. I stomped my dainty foot and pouted coyly: "Big bro, you meanie~ Why do you always see right through me?"

Zane's face showed a hint of "I knew it" smugness. Noticing the bag in my hand, he asked: "You really brought them?"

"I bought eight boxes," I said obediently. "Let me know if you need more."

Zane chuckled lightly, magnanimously lifting his chin: "Sit."

Sit? Your sister doesn't have time to sit with you. I still need to go flatter the next guy to make money.

I waved my hand considerately: "I won't disturb you, big bro. You have so many people here, you'd find me annoying. I'll be going now..."

Zane seemed to want to say something, but the three beauties gracefully surrounded him, blocking his view of me.

I slipped away as smoothly as an eel.

But as soon as I got in the car, I unexpectedly received a text from Zane.

"Accidentally ordered too much for lunch. Stay and eat?"

Me: ?

What's going on? I've only been flattering him for half a year, he couldn't have fallen for me, right?

When I first chose these guys, I specifically checked - Zane was a playboy by nature but picky about looks. He only liked bombshell 36D types.

He had 800 girlfriends for each strand of hair, always recruiting new girlfriends, never long-term ones.

Difficulty level: five stars. I chose him without hesitation.

He's one of my money trees. He absolutely cannot fall for me!

I didn't dare reply. Didn't dare reply at all.

I focused on driving, stopping at a red light.

A string of messages came in succession.

Zane: "Why aren't you replying?"

Zane: "Crying?"

Zane: "(helpless facepalm) I told you I was taking three girls out to play. You insisted on coming to see. Now you've seen and you're upset. Silly girl, I really don't know what to do with you."

Zane: "Alright alright, I'll transfer you $3000. Go buy yourself a bag."

Two minutes later.

Zane: "? Why are you still not saying anything."

Zane: "Don't tell me you're crying from being moved again?"

Me: Black person sweating awkwardly.jpg

I nervously asked the system: "What happens if the target tries to pursue me?"

The system's tone was cold and merciless: "Deductions from your earnings based on severity."

Damn it!

I decisively sent back a vicious voice message: "You think a measly $3000 is enough to move me? I spend more than that on a manicure! Keep it for your retirement fund! I've been sick of you for a long time, you good-for-nothing dirty cucumber man!"

That felt good.

Hopefully this voice message will erase any budding interest he had in me and help him return to being that elusive playboy.

The phone was quiet for a long time.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a message notification buzzed.

Nine resolute, earth-shattering words from Zane:

"You're quite cute when you're jealous."