Chapter 30

Brandy Dyke was about to lose her train of thought when she heard a raspy voice from the side.

"Is there food available? Fantastic, Brandy. Why do you stand motionless? Do you also feel hurt? John, you're such a jerk! I'm injured there.

When the two turned back, they noticed Marissa Ashwit wearing a really ill-fitting T-shirt and yawning. Despite her somewhat unnatural gait, she arrived at the dining table swiftly and used her hands to pick up the food from the plate. He chewed the toast and ham many times before swallowing it. He took a big breath and sipped a glass of milk. "I thought I would die here last night..."

John invited Brandy to sit down and eat while rolling his eyes. The girl murmured gently, sat down, and began eating breakfast as if she had come up with something.

"John, are you a monster?" Marisa's lovely eyes darted between John and Brandy Dyke before focusing intently on John.

John examined the tiny, thoughtful girl's vacuum state and protruding spring light. He gazed ferociously and was tempted. Instead of immediately punishing her, he grabbed a sandwich and said, "Eat it." Your breakfast, Brandy Dyke said silently.

It appeared that Marissa noticed something odd about Brandy Lin. She raised the corners of her mouth a little. In her heart, she couldn't help but smirk. Unceremoniously, she sneered: "What's up with you, Brandy Lin? What a listless person you are. Is the "big banana" you ate last night sufficient?

John's head had a black line. Knowing that something was wrong, she couldn't resist slapping Brandy Lin's forehead as she looked at her, her lovely face stifled and glaring at Marissa.

"My mouth is not as useful as yours, and the taste of retching is unpleasant!" Brandy Dyke said calmly and abruptly after taking a few hard breaths and feeling her chest rise and fall quickly.

With the fork in his fingers, John could only helplessly knock the goblet's body as he saw that a fight was going to break out between the two. "Hey, girls, didn't we get along quite well last night? A decent girl doesn't argue. A banana breakfast will be served immediately to the person causing the noise.

The two women exchanged odd looks before snorting icily, but nobody started to cause trouble again and they all began eating breakfast.

When the three of them had completed breakfast, Marissa was still not planning on getting dressed. She still had on a pair of long, toned legs, a little thong, and a vacuum T-shirt. She was barefoot in the kitchen, brewing coffee.

John turned to face Brandy, who was silently bending her head. It appeared that Dyke had no plans to go. John had a slight scratch on his head. After exchanging phone numbers, shouldn't they part ways?

These two women want to depend on me, don't they?

For cash? They weren't soliciting prostitutes, and they couldn't possibly abuse themselves in this way. He should not ask now, even if he was aware that each of them had plans.

Is it possible that after sampling his large banana last night, he is unwilling to give it up and wants to hold on to him? It's not as though they actually had this notion, given the two individuals' antagonistic behavior toward one another.

Marissa Ashwit twisted her pretty form to bring the coffee over while John was lost in thought. John couldn't help but agree in private when he saw Brandy Dyke setting a cup in front of her as well, which seemed a little generous.

Marissa took a sip of her coffee and peered to see how nasty Brandy Dyke was to her across from her. Even though her age prevented her from being John's legal partner, this little brat seemed determined to seize the chance and get associated with him. She won't allow this little bitch to be successful either, girlfriend.

According to John, don't expect him to be restrained, regardless of what these two women may think. Underground lovers or long-term sexual partners may be taken into consideration.

"All right, so last night was fantastic for all of us. It's a little absurd, but we can keep our connection going. Everyone doesn't object until you ask them to stop communicating.

John was aware that he could be brutal and walk away without giving an explanation. Ultimately, it came down to both of us giving our consent. Wasn't this because last night during their sex, he was a little more aggressive with Brandy Lin? He didn't want to be hated by these two women. on oneself.

Furthermore, he made the request just for his own benefit. Regarding their request, he could still assist them to the extent that it was within his power. Naturally, John would be forced to scream at her if the request was excessive.

"It's okay with me, I love that feeling of soaring into the sky, my dear."

With a sweet smile, Marissa said, rubbing John's calves with her foot beneath the table. John resisted her allure, turned to Brandy Dyke, and glared at the woman who was about to lose her temper.

"Bitch, she's just a bitch in heat!" spat out Brandy Dyke as she turned to face Marissa.

Instead of avoiding John's probing gaze, he replied, "I'm not the kind of person you think!" in a tone of resentment and embarrassment.

"Pfft~~~"

John opened his mouth to console him, but was interrupted by Marissa Ashwit's disdainful sneer: "So what type of person are you? Joan of Arc? This is Hollywood! As Phill had previously stated, John Smith, the trendiest topic, a new billionaire, a blockbuster author, youthful, attractive, and with a fantastic body, was attempting to woo him last night.

John scowled and turned to face Brandy Dyke, who was on the verge of losing her temper when Marissa Ashwit removed her disguise. Her jaws were tight and her lovely face flushed. To get Marissa to stop talking, he tapped the table.

"All right! Brandy, don't make any noise. I apologize for not honoring your viewpoint last night, Lin. You're a good girl, I know that. When I said this, I meant nothing. Simply put, you are too endearing. Can you comprehend how I feel about losing you? You mentioned that making a movie is your dream. Despite my lack of prominence in Hollywood, I still have some contacts. I'll do everything in my power as a good friend to assist you achieve your goals. Naturally, I am limited in what I can do; I hope you can appreciate that.

Brandy Lin's lips quivered little and her eyes turned a little red at what John had spoken. Something seemed to be bothering her. She started to say something but stopped herself. John was aware that she was thin-skinned and that she was still only 19 years old. This might have been cryptic. It took her some time to come to terms with the transaction-like relationship, but John thought she would.

"How about you? What can I do for you?

John turned to face Marissa, who was sneering at Brandy Lin. Instead of skirting the issue, he questioned her straight out. After all, being straightforward is simpler for someone with years of experience in the fashion world like Marissa Ashwit.

"You truly aren't cute, haha. You really are a genius. You have me completely smitten."

Marissa ran her fingertips around the rim of the white porcelain coffee cup. Her eyes, which at first had a trace of humor, gradually lost their sparkle and turned distracted. She grinned wryly and let out a gentle sigh.

"I managed to run into Mario , a well-known surfing photographer, on a California beach in 2001. I was thrilled by my natural surroundings, he added, and I soon had an appearance in Vogue magazine. An assortment of stunning images showcasing my surfing

John sipped the coffee and listened quietly as he saw the sincere smile on Marissa Ashwit's face as she recalled that possibly the best time. Brandy Dyke also became more composed, but he spoke to Marissa Memories with a small curvature of the corner of his mouth that conveyed contempt.

"Hehe, I thought I was going to be famous soon. Without hesitation, I left my goal of teaching to pursue a career in fashion. I didn't realize things weren't so easy until I stepped inside. Becoming a star and a supermodel is very simple. Thing, lovely face? A tall, fat body? Not to mention the sheer number of eligible girls in California alone. For the first time, I realize that opportunity is the most crucial factor! Yes, but why should you be allowed the chance? Where will the opportunity come from if you lack a reputation, experience, and connections? You have to approach those with the resources if you want a chance, but what can you offer them in return? Circle, hehe. After seeing me, the folks who claimed to have given me a chance wanted to devour me. They just cared about my body and face. You had to enjoy yourself with them first, whether or not I was given the opportunity. Do you want to fight them? In a few minutes, block you.

Marissa Ashwit talked about all the years of anguish and seemed to have opened a door to memories. A grim expression also appeared on Brandy Dyke's face as he sympathized with her, even if he was still laughing at her in his heart.

John was unable to speak and had to keep quiet. He did not feel any sympathy or pity, even though he thought Marissa was speaking from the heart. His mental state was not that of a twenty-one-year-old. The moment of passion was already over for him. Those who follow unwritten rules are also included. Since this is the truth, he is among those who possess the means to do so.

Who advised you to aspire to stardom and fame? Who inspired you to become wealthy? Don't be upset if you have to pay for a chance because nobody is forcing you to!

Marissa cast a sidelong glance toward John, who was quietly sipping his coffee. There was absolutely no change in her expression. She could not stop cursing in her heart, and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes: "Damn it, why didn't you take the bait?"

After glancing at John's youthful, attractive face, Brandy Dyke appeared to have an idea. Despite her youth, she was not an idiot. She inwardly cursed Marissa as a cunning bitch after realizing instantly what she meant by these statements. He mockingly remarked, "It's really shameless just for the chance to sleep with someone," recalling what she had done to her prior to Targeted.

"Not everyone can be as lucky as you," Marissa replied, grinning wryly at Brandy. You have the chance to come to Hollywood and fulfill your ambition at this age if you sign a contract with Sports Illustrated. You don't have to make fun of me, anyway. I will no longer be at the tepid level if I truly accept the situation of those folks.

"Hmph, who knows!" Despite the fact that the pair of 36c peaks she was holding were quite alluring, Brandy Dyke scoffed and crossed her arms.

"you----"

Marissa Ashwit wanted to put out her claws and scratch it a couple of times as she gazed fiercely at the young, attractive face across from her.