In the surgery room.
A faint smell of cheese lingered.
Nicole Kidman, the stunning beauty, had a contented look on her face, "Master, that Miss Hilton, you and her..."
Zhou Mo Sen heard this and his hand sewing the stitches became a bit heavier.
"Oh, are you jealous?"
Nicole softly cried out in pain, yet she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"Why would I be jealous? It's just that I don't want your mysterious Eastern strength to go cheap on that slut."
Zhou Mo Sen chuckled, and his hand indeed treated her more gently.
Yet with his mouth, he was relentless, "From what I hear, you're still jealous."
"Ah~ really no." Nicole now seemed entirely at his mercy.
Zhou Mo Sen continued, "She's so rich and a major client of mine, how can I neglect her?"
Nicole Kidman caught a different meaning, "Master, do you have another plot?"
Zhou Mo Sen neither denied nor confirmed, instead speaking of other matters.
