Chapter 47: Do Me a Favor

[Chapter 47: Do Me a Favor]

Outside the hotel, Gaskill gazed earnestly at Ian. The young man before him possessed an air of mystery that even a 60-year-old could not resist. There was an inexplicable sense of trust that surrounded him.

After a moment, Gaskill smiled and said, "Alright, I believe you can do it. If that's the case..."

Ian responded, "I'll give you a heads-up when we short Oakland Paints in the stock market, then I'll release news so that Lino Bank can recover all the losses, and that's when you can collect on your debts."

"No!" Gaskill shook his head gently. "If you pull it off, we'll short the stocks first and then buy them back."

"Huh?" Ian was taken aback.

Gaskill said quietly, "I know his son; he's not bad at what he does. I believe he can get Oakland Paints out of trouble."

"What if he can't?"

Gaskill smiled, "Lino Bank will announce an extension of their loan period, and even increase their investment if necessary. This way, whether he succeeds or not, they'll give the market enough confidence, and their stock will rebound after a decline. Whether to sell or hold will depend on how young Iverson performs."

First short, then rise!

"Wow!" Ian whistled and applauded.

When it came to business, Gaskill was still on top of his game.

Gaskill looked at him and laughed, "And your Los Angeles Herald would get an important story again."

Ian grinned, "Now that's a newsworthy event!"

The two of them laughed heartily and exchanged a handshake.

Then they lounged in their chairs, smoking cigars, sipping drinks, and gazing at the starry sky while shooting the breeze.

...

After chatting for a bit, Gaskill suddenly asked, "What do you think about Lena? Do you like her?"

Ian widened his eyes in surprise. He sat up in his chair, saying, "Gaskill, what do you mean? I don't think of her like that!"

"Don't misunderstand," Gaskill rushed to clarify. "I'm old, I can't do anything in that regard anymore."

Ian was astonished.

Gaskill added softly, "Actually, I came here for two things: one was to confirm Iverson's condition, and the other was to see if I could resolve my issues with Elek. Although Elek's a bastard, he does have decent medical skills. But after examining me, he said there was no hope... he just suffered a setback from Layso and didn't dare to deceive me again."

The old man sighed and said softly, "I love Lena; I can't let her remain alone... I've noticed the way she looks at you. She likes you; that's not surprising, is it? A young, handsome, energetic, and capable guy who has saved her life twice."

Ian shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, Gaskill, I absolutely..."

Gaskill cut him off with a smile, saying, "Just help me out. Rather than letting her find some guys that make me uneasy, I'd feel more comfortable with you."

He grabbed Ian's hand, "I've spoken to her; she agreed! Go on, kid, she's waiting for you!"

His eyes were intense, and his expression was serious, making it clear to Ian that he was completely earnest about this!

Ian stared blankly at Gaskill, unsure how to respond.

...

In the room, Lena was asleep with her eyes closed, looking like a cute little kitten.

The door opened gently, and soft footsteps echoed.

Lena's body trembled slightly.

Then she sensed someone sitting on the edge of her bed -- a vibrant young man, the one who had saved her, the handsome guy with incredible charm!

He leaned down and lightly kissed Lena's beautiful face, running a hand through her long hair, gently shifting her into a more natural position.

As Lena slowly opened her eyes, she looked at Ian, whose handsome face was dimly lit by the soft moonlight coming through the window, giving him a resolute silhouette.

His breath fell upon Lena's fair complexion like a gentle breeze.

Lena's rosy lips moved toward him instinctively.

They said nothing as they shared a passionate kiss, entwined in each other's embrace.

Ian slowly shed his clothing and slipped under the covers. As his clothes rustled, the two young people embraced, exchanging warmth and passion, reveling in their wild abandon.

Perhaps because she had been deprived for so long, Lena acted passionately and fervently.

She wrapped her arms around Ian, freely unleashing her allure and taking them both to new heights.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally parted.

...

After tidying up a bit, Ian held Lena close, her loose hair draping over his chest like a soft cloud.

He stroked her smooth back, saying, "I used to think that breaking down in the middle of a trip was one of the worst pieces of luck, but now I realize that sometimes misfortune can be the beginning of something good."

Lena looked at him with a smile, "Me too. Having someone open fire on the car wasn't good luck, but it led to positive outcomes."

Ian chuckled.

He could feel the affection in Lena's eyes. It wasn't just about physical satisfaction; it was about psychological need and her infatuation with Ian.

He tenderly caressed her, taking his time to savor the moment before he asked, "When do I leave?"

Lena responded, "Are you planning to leave me?"

"No!" Ian answered honestly.

Lena was captivating; she was beautiful in every sense of the word, and Ian genuinely couldn't bear to leave her.

Lena softly urged, "Then don't go. Sleep here tonight; Gaskill can stay in your room."

"But I can't keep doing this," Ian gently kissed her.

He understood his position. He could be with Lena, but he could not replace Gaskill.

"You can come find me anytime," Lena insisted as she held Ian tightly. "I love Gaskill. I'm not with him because he's rich; he's attractive and treats me well. Luckily, I like you too!"

She looked at Ian intently, "I've fallen for two men. While I currently love Gaskill a bit more, I'll always have a place for you in my heart. You can find me whenever you want; Gaskill won't mind. He really appreciates you, even though we've only known each other for a couple of days. He has no kids, and he sees you like a son. Are you okay with that?"

Her voice was sweet, her tone urgent, and her expression sincere, as if pleading with Ian not to leave her.

Faced with such a request, how could Ian bear to refuse?

Ian gently nodded, "Of course! He's a good old man; I like him too! Maybe even more than you!"

Lena smiled brightly.

She snuggled into Ian's arms, enjoying the warmth.

Ian pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm almost ready, but do you have any pills?"

Lena shook her head, "No need. If there's a baby, we'll have it. Gaskill will raise it as his own, and the baby will carry his last name."

Ian laughed, "I'm fine with that."

They gazed into each other's eyes, entwined, and talked about their past until Ian regained his energy, ready for another deep dive into their connection.

The night was deepening.

...

Watching Lena, who had already fallen asleep, Ian felt a stir within him.

He gently kissed Lena's tender cheek and then got up.

Lena suddenly opened her eyes wide. "Where are you going?"

"Just handling some work. Don't worry, babe; I'll be back," Ian reassured her with a soft pat. "At most two hours; just wait for me."

He tucked her bare arm back under the covers like a husband soothing her.

Lena began to understand, "Oakland Paints?"

"Not just that," Ian chuckled.

"Then I'll wait for you!" Lena said dreamily, her eyes reflecting Ian's image.

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