Chapter 3 Was This A Beauty Club

It was Christine's first time to see an adult man wrapped only in a bath towel.

She was stunned for a while. But when she came back to her senses, she dragged Caesar and Karl into the bathroom and locked the door.

Rhett was so pissed off. It was indeed true that in rich families, dogs were treated better than ordinary people.

He sat on the sofa with the bath towel still wrapped around his waist. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why did he have to stop taking a shower halfway?

He looked around, and his eyes suddenly lit up. His gaze fell on a room on the second floor. Then he immediately walked towards the stairs.

When he entered the room and stood in the bathroom, he couldn't help clicking his tongue. He was amazed at what he was seeing.

All kinds of underwear were hung in the bathroom, colorful and eye-catching.

Aside from those being hung on the towel rack, some were piled on the washing machine.

It seemed that Christine had a fixed taste. Although there were a lot of undies in the bathroom, they only came in three colors.

"What are you doing here?" Rhett turned around when he heard someone speak behind him and looked at the woman in astonishment.

Rebecca Stone sat on the sofa in the living room and glanced at Rhett who was standing opposite her. Mixed emotions filled her heart.

She worked overtime today, so she came here a little late. As soon as she got here, she went straight to her room. But what she saw was a man standing in the bathroom with an obscene look in his eyes.

She wasn't sure if he had already done something indecent there.

"Humph! I knew that this rascal is not a good person. As soon as he entered the house, he beat Caesar and Karl. And now, he even broke into your bathroom,"

Christine said, looking at Rhett aggressively.

"I can't bear to have a bodyguard like you. Get out of here!"

Rebecca couldn't help glancing at Christine. Actually, if Christine didn't drive Rhett away from the public bathroom, he wouldn't have come to her bathroom.

Rhett, on the other hand, felt helpless. It seemed that he really needed to spare some time to visit a fortune teller.

How could he be so unlucky? All he wanted was to take a shower, but he was driven away from the bathroom twice. He couldn't finish his shower yet.

He secretly stared at Rebecca from head to toe and praised her in his heart.

Rhett was picky when it came to women. But he must admit this time that Rebecca was indeed a beauty.

She seemed to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and the vitality of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman coexisted in her body.

Her fiery red high heels perfectly matched her black silk stockings and well-tailored professional woman's suit. They showed her personal charm.

But of course, it would be more perfect if she didn't look at him so coldly.

"Wow! The two of you are here. Come on, I've brought you delicious big watermelons. They are in the car now. Hurry, help me carry them in."

When the three of them just looked at each other in silence, a loud and lively voice suddenly sounded, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Rhett raised his head and saw a pretty and cute young woman open the door and her little head popped in.

She greeted everyone with a sweet smile.

Rhett was stunned, wondering if he had come to a beauty club. Why were there all kinds of beautiful young women here? He suddenly looked forward to his future life here.

"I'll go get them. Let the two beauties have a rest." Rhett took the initiative to help. He made a mistake just now, so he had to do something to make up for it.

"Wait! Who are you? Are you Rebecca's boyfriend or Christine's?" As she asked, the cute young woman in a yellow shirt and a black and white dotted skirt looked at Rhett curiously.

"Shh! Be quiet. Both of them actually want to be my girlfriend, so they are angry at each other now. Let's go to get the watermelons." Rhett walked to the car with her.

"Liar!" The young woman stuck out her tongue, obviously not believing his lie.

"Ha-ha! Here come the watermelons." Rhett cut the watermelons, put them on a plate, and brought them to the living room.

"Hey, Christine, why are you not eating watermelon?" the cute girl asked sulkily when she saw that Christine just ignored the plate of watermelons in front of her.

Christine glanced at her helplessly, reluctantly picked up a slice of watermelon, and started to eat.

Rhett was used to gulping down the food, so he simply cut two watermelons in half and he started stuffing his piece of watermelon into his mouth.

Rebecca put a slice of watermelon on the table, and used a spoon to put a spoonful of it into her mouth.

Then she chewed it slowly and elegantly. Rhett was so amazed watching her.

After taking a few bites, Christine put the watermelon back on the plate and said, "I'm done."

"Witless little girl, that is such a waste!" Rhett exclaimed in a regretful voice and walked up to Christine.

When Christine was in a daze, he grabbed the fork from her hand, picked up her watermelon, and began to eat it with great relish.

Watermelons were rare in Iroc, where he used to live, so he seldom had the chance to eat them.

The three beauties were stunned, watching him gulp down the watermelon left by Christine.

Christine flew into a rage. How dared this bastard use the fork she used just now? It was like indirectly kissing her, right?

She immediately took out her phone and called her father. "Dad, I don't care where you've found this bodyguard. Just tell him to leave now. I don't want to see his face even for a moment.

I will do anything you say. You can make any request. But please, just ask this hooligan to leave as soon as possible."

Rhett kept eating watermelon, but he paid attention to what Christine had said to the person on the other end of the line. He knew that it must be her father she was talking to.

He was Latham Stewart, the CEO of Stewart Group. Rhett had heard about this man from his grandfather before he came here.

"Christine, don't be so self-willed. It wasn't easy for me to convince Mr. Scott to help us. He's not here for money, but for me, okay?

Be a good girl, and don't give him a headache. Treat him well. I'm very busy, so I have to go now." Latham then hung up before Christine could say anything more.

When she heard the beeping sound on the other end of the line, Christine was stunned for a while. When she came back to her senses, she picked up the car keys on the coffee table with a cold face and quickly walked towards the door.

Seeing Christine leave angrily made Rhett realize that he lacked a touch of tenderness towards his new employer.

So he slowly stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out to follow Christine.

Now that he was here, he had to uphold his professional ethics.

"Why are you following me? Fuck off!" Sitting in her car, Christine looked at Rhett, who was standing by the door, disgustedly.

"I take your money, so I help solve your problems. Wherever you go, I'll go with you," Rhett said, looking at her with a faint smile.

Christine was not in the mood to have a conversation with him, so she turned the key to start the engine. Then the Lamborghini roared.

Rhett frowned as he sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with the sound of the engine.

He also had a Lamborghini of the same model in Iroc. But the sound of its engine was purer than that of this one.

Rhett glanced around the car in confusion. Then his eyes suddenly fell on Christine's buttocks.

"What are you looking at?" Christine became more dissatisfied with him, wondering if he was really a bodyguard or just a lecher.

Rhett didn't say anything. He quickly opened the door and pulled Christine out of the car.

She got so furious that she was about to scold him.

However, he suddenly took her hand, dragged her a few steps, and pushed her to the ground.

As soon as she fell to the ground, he pounced on her and pressed her under him to protect her.