The two returned to the tea table again.

Rosie pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Dirk Carter, smiled slightly, and said, "Men's preferences are complex. Some like full figures, some like slender ones; some prefer tall women with long legs, while others like something petite. But no matter what, all men pursue beauty and figure."

"From a beauty standpoint, everyone likes good-looking ones. Although aesthetics may differ, beautiful is beautiful, that's for sure."

"Next, from a figure standpoint, most men notice the chest first. A large chest is always charming; then the legs. Even if they're not long, they must be straight. Lastly, the buttocks—bigger ones are definitely more eye-catching and favored by men. Dirk, am I right or wrong?"

Dirk Carter listened, nodded, and said, "Makes sense."

Rosie continued, "What I just mentioned pertains to appearances. Now, let's discuss the inner qualities. I've mentioned full, ample breasts. This is the first standard of The Tonight Club—if below C cup, we don't consider."

Besides the chest.

Rosie added, there's a preference for a woman's vag.

The common shapes are six: Bun shape, Anemone shape, Butterfly shape, Teardrop shape, Pouch shape, and White Tiger shape.

Yet regardless of shape, the condition must be "fresh and tender."

Age doesn't matter, but once it turns into a blackened state, The Tonight Club will not accept it.

Moreover, Rosie established a rule: no women who have given birth naturally are accepted, ensuring tightness to maximize men's pleasure.

Rosie spoke softly and with ease.

Dirk Carter listened intently.

Though he had many flirtations, he admitted Rosie's theories surpassed his.

With such a savvy hostess, it's no surprise The Tonight Club is thriving.

But honestly, being alone in a room talking about such wild topics, Dirk Carter still felt a little uneasy, especially since Rosie looked so enticing.

A faint heat arose in his lower abdomen.

Dirk knew he couldn't continue the conversation any longer.

He set down his teacup and said, "Declan isn't back yet, maybe I should come by tomorrow?"

Rosie covered her mouth, laughed, and asked, "Dirk, did I get you all worked up?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Dirk couldn't hold back and started coughing.

Waving his hand, he said, "No... not at all... nothing like that."

Rosie looked surprised.

She said, "No reaction? In that case, either Dirk's self-control is strong, or I'm not dressed sexy enough today."

After speaking.

Whether intentionally or not.

Rosie pulled down her strapless top a bit.

The already deep cleavage became even more endless.

Half of the voluptuous figure was revealed, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say half her bosom was exposed.

Dangerous.

This woman is treating herself like a "test subject."

Dirk could only avert his gaze.

But under the table, Rosie was even more restless.

Her foot, wrapped in sheer silk, reached over and began rubbing against Dirk's thigh.

And seemed to be moving towards Titan.

"Rosie, this isn't appropriate, once Declan returns, he might think I'm hitting on his woman."

Dirk cleared his throat and said.

Rosie chuckled, whispered, "Dirk, you forget, Declan has already given me to you, so even if something happens between us, Declan won't mind. By giving me to you, he feels more free."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Dirk couldn't help it again and started coughing.

Rosie seemed quite interested in Dirk's embarrassment.

She stood up.

Wiggled her hips, moving beside Dirk.

Leaned down.

Whispering in his ear, her breath like orchids, she said, "Dirk, I've recently learned a new trick, want to try it?"

"Uh... um..."

Dirk was at a loss.

The phone suddenly rang.

Dirk quickly took it out, signaling to Rosie.

Rosie was helpless.

Returned to her previous position.

"Hello, who is this?"

Dirk asked.

The phone was first filled with rapid breathing, then a flustered voice said, "Dirk Carter, are you interested in a transaction?"

Hearing this voice.

Dirk's heart skipped a beat.

It was Rand Quance, Rand Quance's voice.

"What transaction?"

Dirk asked.

Rand Quance seemed to be on the run, as the sounds of panting and wind echoed through the receiver.

"I give you what you want, you get me out of town!"

Rand Quance said.

Dirk was momentarily stunned and asked, "Where's the meetup?"

"Under Warden Bridge in fifteen minutes, you come alone. If I find you brought others, the deal's off."

After saying that.

The call was abruptly cut.

Dirk tried to call back, but the phone was turned off.

"Where is Warden Bridge?"

Dirk asked Rosie.

Seeing Dirk's tense expression, Rosie also got serious and stopped teasing, saying, "Not far from here, by the riverbank, I'll drive you."

"No need, give me your car keys."

Dirk said.

Rosie hurried downstairs with Dirk, retrieved her car keys, for a small Honda Fit.

Dirk got in the car.

Hit the gas and sped off.

Standing at the entrance, watching as the car disappeared into the night.

Rosie quickly took out her phone, dialed a number.

"What's up? I'm ten minutes away from town."

It was Declan Newhart's voice on the line.

Rosie said, "Dirk received a very strange call, then he rushed to Warden Bridge."

"Warden Bridge, what's he doing there?"

"I don't know, but he seemed urgent."

Rosie said.

On the phone, Declan was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, I understand. Keep an eye on the place, I'll head over."

After speaking, a sudden screech of brakes was heard over the line.

A river runs through the city center of Kenton County.

Splitting Kenton County into an old city and a new city.

The river encloses the old city, while the new city is on the outside.

This river, though not very wide, has a history of a thousand years. Once upon a time, Kenton County was the political, economic, and cultural center of Serenity State, and this river is a stamp of history.

Warden Bridge is located in a remote area, on a newly constructed road. Since the road isn't open for traffic yet, the surroundings are empty and desolate.

Dirk parked the car from a distance.

Headed onto the embankment.

Due to the absence of street lamps.

Underneath Warden Bridge was pitch-black, but fortunately, the moonlight was bright enough not to be completely dark.

Along the unfinished flood embankment.

Dirk arrived under the bridge.

The area was deserted, apart from some scattered building materials, there was no sign of people.

As he wandered.

The phone rang again.

Dirk saw it was the same number as before.

He immediately answered, putting it to his ear, "I'm already here, where are you?"

There was a moment of silence on the line.

Suddenly, a flashlight beam shone directly into Dirk's eyes, causing him some dizziness.

Dirk instinctively shielded his eyes.

Only then did he see, at the other end of the bridge, appeared a shadow.

The light was coming from his hand.

"Come towards me."

It was Rand Quance's voice.

Dirk followed the light, stumbling forward.

There was about a ten-meter distance from the shadow.

The call was disconnected.

Rand Quance's voice echoed, "Alright, stop, stay where you are."

After Dirk halted.

Rand Quance said, "Dirk, you're really gutsy, causing me such trouble, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

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