She then cast Kylie a side glance, "So what do you say? Want to pick yourself, or should I pick?"

What?! Kylie could not help but spurt out a mouthful of beer. Was she actually serious? While Kylie recovered from laughter, Fannie indeed called inside a couple of guys in the room.

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"Are you fucking serious? I'm not doing that, Shit!" Kylie bellowed.

"Relax, you prude. They are just going to massage you."

Indeed Fannie was right. The two hunks wearing only extremely tight boxers walked over and started massaging Kylie's shoulders and back, making her moan out loud.

"You know my dad is forcing me to marry someone. He's not giving me the right to choose!" Fannie seethed in anger.

"Um, you must be mistaken. It's not 1960." Kylie answered. She knew Nate, and from what Ethan told her, his family was pretty reasonable people, so it was hard for her to believe what Fannie was saying.

"No, you don't fucking understand. He is forcing me to marry a guy for the good of our business," she spat out.

If indeed, she was telling the truth, Kylie felt sad and sorry for Fannie; she knew exactly what it felt like to be manipulated by your own family.

***

The door of Room 8 was slammed open, and the man who walked in was none other than Nate Bass. He wore an annoyed expression and seemed as if he would eat Fannie alive with a furious look directed towards her.

Fannie froze when she saw her older brother walk in, the bottle of beer fell on the ground.

"Brother…"

"Fannie!" Nate strode over to Fannie and roughly lifted her up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nate snarled at Fannie, spit flying from his mouth.

"Um…Nate. Here, have a seat and calm down…want a beer?"

"Forget it!" Nate pushed the bottle away forcefully. "Answer me! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Fannie's eyes flashed with anger, "What am I doing here, you ask? I'm fucking telling you I'm not going to marry that asshole!"

Nate wore a complicated expression, his eyebrows knitted tightly, yet he did not say another word. Fannie sobbed into her hands and observed Nate's reaction secretly from between her fingers. The latter's arms were dangling at his sides, his fists clenched with impatience and anger.

The two men standing beside Kylie gathered their things and secretly walked out of the room. To irritate, Nate was the last thing they wanted to do.

"Kylie, Fannie is too young and impulsive sometimes. Sorry about the trouble she caused you," Nate called to Kylie, forcing Fannie to his side. He continued without hesitation, "Today's cost is on me. And Ethan…"

"Don't worry about that, and I'll explain everything to him." Kylie smiled airily.

"Okay, I'm going to bring Fannie home." Nate glared at Fannie, "Look at your clothes! Are you fucking trying to get in trouble?"

"So what? It doesn't fucking matter anyway. I'm going to get married to that old man! Let me enjoy my life!" Fannie argued back with dissatisfaction, but she followed Nate and tried to grab his arm. Nate glared at her again and yanked his arm away from her.

Kylie shook her head at the bizarre situation and stood up to leave. When Kylie was walking out of the hotel, she quickly ducked to the side as a familiar face came into view.

Khloe Finch!

Kylie watched her sister; she was dressed in inconspicuous clothing and walked inside the club at the back where the private rooms were.

***

Ken approached the minute Khloe walked in.

"Khloe, did you bring the money?"

"Money, money! That's all you have in mind!" Khloe criticized. She drew a cheque out of her bag and threw it at Ken's chest.

Ken took it happily but turned upset when he read it, "Just 10 thousand?" He whined with disdain.

"Do you think I own a fucking bank?!" Khloe rolled her eyes, and sat down on a sofa carelessly, "It was all your fault. You can't even handle a woman. And now I have no job."

Ken sat beside her with a pleasing smile. He put the cheque away in his front pocket, "Well, I almost did it. Who knew where the hell the two policemen came from!"

"Well, you were too slow!" Khloe rolled her eyes again, "Now, you can get off with the money."

Ken pointed at his leg and cried, "Look at my leg. It hasn't fully recovered yet since then. And it fucking hurts all day now I have no job or money!"

Khloe knew that all her cousins wanted to be money. Ken had been a complete loser from a young age and had never worked a day in his life until now – when he was thirty-something.

"Well, you can take this money for now. I'll try to find an easy job for you." Khloe drawled, knowing Ken would never be satisfied with the money she was giving him. And Khloe had no desire or planned to support him financially forever.

However, Ken thought otherwise. He thought he could earn a fortune helping Khloe do the weird Shit she came up with. Why would he need to work when he could earn without doing much?

Seeing Ken remain silent with his head lowered, Khloe comforted him immediately, "Okay, well, don't you want to meet Kylie Finch? I'm offering you a chance."

"Can I meet Kylie Finch?" Ken perked up and looked at Khloe like a little puppy with his eyes bright with excitement. Kylie had been well protected after the accident at the Baleney scenic zone. Every time Ken wanted to get near her, she had been surrounded by bodyguards.

"As long as I get to meet Kylie Finch, I'll even go without money!" Ken licked his lips and smirked in a sleazy way.

Khloe, who hated to look at Ken any longer, could only lie to make him leave the room. "Of course. And the hidden camera in her changing room…?" Khloe trailed off.