"Miss Thorne, it's too late to cover up now, I've already seen it."

Dirk Carter said.

Joyce Thorne seemed intrigued.

She asked coyly, "Do you like what you see?"

Dirk Carter chuckled and said, "What a question, which man wouldn't like it? Men want power, want to make money, isn't it all for this kind of thing?"

"You're really straightforward."

Joyce Thorne laughed, covering her mouth.

Dirk Carter laughed and said, "Of course, speaking the truth."

"Alright then, if you like looking, just go ahead and look."

She said.

With that.

Joyce Thorne directly lifted her skirt.

This way, her lower half was completely exposed.

Thinking to herself that Dorothy Zechariah was almost there as well.

She murmured, "So... do you want to touch it?"

"Can I?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Joyce Thorne said, "It's me who's letting you touch it, what are you afraid of?"

Dirk Carter pretended to be excited, licked his lips, and said, "Then I won't hold back."

With that, his fingers began to move around the edges of the petals.

Joyce Thorne moaned slightly, deliberately closing her eyes, appearing to enjoy it, while secretly rejoicing inside.

"Miss Thorne, can I put my fingers inside?"

"If you want to, then you can."

Joyce Thorne said.

Dirk Carter gently parted the petals with two fingers, seeing it already wet, and without hesitation, he thrust two fingers inside.

Joyce Thorne thought, just like this, the good show is about to begin.

She was about to moan in enjoyment when suddenly, a strange sensation arose from below.

It was a feeling both cold and burning.

It quickly rushed to her head.

As Dirk Carter's fingers moved, the sensation became clearer and clearer.

Finally, a wave of fiery heat surged up, and she curled up her body, covering her private area, and screamed loudly.

"What... what did you do?"

She kept gasping because the burning sensation down there was unbearable, making her feel as if she was on the verge of dying.

Dirk Carter feigned panic and said, "Ah, I just remembered, I put Safflower Oil on my hands earlier."

Safflower Oil?

Joyce Thorne instantly felt like she was about to collapse.

She wanted to curse but couldn't get the words out, curling in pain.

Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Dorothy Zechariah rushed in, immediately noticing Joyce Thorne clutching her lower body on the sofa. She asked, "What happened to her?"

Dirk Carter pointed at the Safflower Oil on the table.

He said, "I don't know what happened, but the Safflower Oil might have gotten on her private part."

Dorothy Zechariah's eyes widened suddenly and asked, "How could Safflower Oil be applied to that area? Should we call a doctor immediately?"

"N-No... No... Oh no, don't call a doctor... I'm fine!"

Hearing Dorothy Zechariah suggest calling a doctor,

Joyce Thorne quickly gestured with her hand, but unfortunately, she was in too much pain to speak coherently.

After all, it was a private issue. Joyce Thorne was also afraid of embarrassment and humiliation.

"Miss Thorne, I think we should call a doctor. Otherwise, your private part might become infected, and you might not be able to have children in the future. Also, you must keep your legs apart for ventilation; otherwise, the Safflower Oil could burn the area further."

These words terrified Joyce Thorne.

She quickly withdrew her hand and deliberately spread her legs.

At that moment, Dirk Carter saw the petals, swollen and red, which indeed looked quite frightful.

"Take... Take me to the hospital... Quickly..."

Fearing an infection and future fertility issues,

Joyce Thorne was in a panic.

Dirk Carter quickly used the phone in the room to call the front desk.

Soon enough.

Two service staff members came rushing in with a wheelchair.

After everyone helped Joyce Thorne onto the wheelchair,

Dirk Carter said, "Miss Thorne, to save time, you must keep your skirt lifted and your legs apart, ensuring ventilation down there; otherwise, the consequences could be dire."

Being wheeled out with legs spread like this?

Wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?

Thinking about the worse consequences if she didn't, she ignored the embarrassment, spread her legs, exposed her private area, and then shouted to the service staff, "Hurry, push me downstairs."

An extraordinary scene unfolded.

Joyce Thorne, with a pained expression, covered her face with her hands, while her legs remained open. Starting from the tenth floor, she was wheeled into the elevator, through the bustling lobby, until finally getting on the ambulance.

Today was already lively enough.

There were quite a few people coming and going.

No one would miss a scene like this.

Later, for a long time, Joyce Thorne's story continued to circulate as a "local legend."

Felix Chandler was at the door, bidding goodbye to guests, while waiting for the good news from Joyce Thorne, when someone shouted, "Make way, make way..."

Turning around, he saw Joyce Thorne approaching with her legs spread wide, completely exposed, which almost made his eyes pop out.

Meanwhile, Dorothy Zechariah,

rushed down as well.

About to follow outside.

She was pulled back by Dirk Carter.

"I'm going to the hospital with her!"

Dorothy Zechariah said anxiously.

Dirk Carter leaned in to her ear and whispered, "It's okay, the Safflower Oil only stings at first, but it doesn't affect the private area."

"Then... why did you deceive her?"

Dorothy Zechariah asked, a bit confused.

Dirk Carter laughed and asked, "Do you know who I was talking about fighting in the storeroom earlier?"

"Who?"

"It was her and that guy you're set up with."

"Why were they fighting?"

Dirk Carter smirked and said, "When a man and a woman fight, what do you think it is?"

Dorothy Zechariah paused, then blushed, asking, "Are you saying Joyce and Felix Chandler... did that?"

"Yes!"

Dirk Carter nodded.

Dorothy Zechariah was momentarily stunned again.

She asked, "Then why were you in her room?"

Dirk Carter asked, "Why did you happen to show up too?"

With that question,

Dorothy Zechariah suddenly realized everything.

She pouted angrily, "Since you already knew, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Dirk Carter chuckled and said, "If I told you sooner, how could it have been this fun? Hahaha..."

Their original purpose was to ruin the matchmaking. With everything that happened, it's clear that there was no chance between Dorothy Zechariah and Felix Chandler now.

Though Felix Chandler was angry,

he had no choice.

He simply swallowed his pride.

The banquet ended.

Past nine o'clock at night.

Dirk Carter stood at the door of a room.

Just as he was about to knock,

the door opened.

Corinne Quance, in her pajamas and unable to hide her smile, appeared before him.

Dirk Carter was about to greet her.

Corinne Quance immediately pulled him inside.

As soon as the door closed,

Corinne Quance hung her hands around his neck, kissing him passionately.

After their lips and tongues intertwined, their long-lost feelings finally surfaced.

Without bothering to go into the living room, as clothes came off amid a 'battle of lips and tongues,' they found themselves at the bedside, both completely exposed.

Ignoring any preparatory actions,

Dirk Carter directly threw Corinne Quance onto the bed.

He parted her legs and thrust himself in.

After a drought came the timely rain.

At that moment, Corinne Quance trembled, as if reaching the Celestial Realm.

After a round of passion, both were defeated.

Corinne Quance still clung to him, her head resting on Dirk Carter's chest, her long white legs rubbing between his.

"What? Still want some more?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Corinne Quance quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm full. If we do it again, I might just die."

"Oh, am I that intense?"

Dirk Carter asked with a smile.

Corinne Quance shyly replied, "Don't you know how amazing you are?"

"If you want more later, just let me know."

Dirk Carter said.

Corinne Quance suddenly sat up.

She said, "No way, you have to save some energy to go next door."

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