America 1982-Chapter 175 - 66: The Three Socialite Sisters

Sophia used a hairdryer to blow-dry her long brown hair while, three meters away, Tommy sat on a wooden chair in his room, holding a cola in his left hand and a burger in his right, eating the burger in big bites while admiring Sophia as she tilted her head to dry her hair.

"Tommy Hawk, I’ve suddenly realized that we seem very close to each other, have you noticed that?" Sophia said to Tommy with a smirk when she caught his blatant gaze.

Tommy swallowed his food and took a sip of his cola, "That’s right, ordinary colleagues or friends wouldn’t be like us right now. I mean, a girl drying her hair is kind of private."

"So why am I willing to do this very private thing in front of you?" Sophia continued to ask.

"You have designs on me, it’s okay, just as long as you buy Trojan, I’m willing to satisfy your designs," Tommy bluntly gave his answer.

His answer made Sophia gasp and finally turn her head away, "It’s because of your stinginess! Last night, you insisted on staying at a motel on the outskirts of Quincy city, instead of a hotel in Quincy! And my room’s wiring short-circuited and broke down, so I had to come to your room in the morning with wet hair. Tommy, must you live so miserly and frugally?"

"I can be generous with you, Sophia, I really mean it," Tommy lowered his head and thought seriously for a moment before raising it and saying, "If you have designs on me, I’m willing to provide the Trojan myself. My dad’s remaining stock isn’t much, I’ve got to make sure not to waste it, after all, every Trojan is imbued with love from relatives far away in Warwick."

Sophia simply shut her mouth, cutting off any intention of idle chatter with that jerk. When not talking about serious matters with her, he was simply a walking human-sized phallus, with nothing to talk about but sexualizing women.

Only when it came to serious matters would he change completely.

But if she didn’t speak, he would continue to slant that annoying blond head of his and leer at her while eating breakfast.

"Think about Holly... think about Holly..." Sophia repeated to herself a few times, reminding herself to think about what Holly would do if she faced Tommy alone. Then she said in a calm tone, "So, what cooperation are you going to discuss with that alumni of yours?"

The trick worked as planned. Although Tommy still stared at Sophia, his eyes immediately returned to normal, "I don’t know, I lay in bed thinking about it all last night. Aside from DFS purchasing over a hundred sets of OSS for their duty-free shops, I can’t think of any other possibility for cooperation."

"Then why are you still meeting with him?" Sophia asked.

"My high school teacher is here, who’s interested in seeing an old fellow, but you don’t know, my teacher is very beautiful. Have you ever watched a dating show called ’My That Someone’? The host uses the term ’3S beauty’ to describe the female guests that men find most suitable to take home as wives, and my high school teacher is of 3S caliber," Tommy said animatedly as he mentioned Ottelia.

Sophia resisted the urge to smash the hairdryer into his face, "So what’s the difference between the beauty world’s 3S and the university’s 3S?"

In American prestigious universities, the 3S stands for Study, Social, and Sleep. If a student can complete their studies while satisfying social activities and getting enough sleep during their four years of college, then they are a true Superman.

"Let us welcome the super perky, super curved, super sexy... Miss Sophia O’Connor! Look, she is undoubtedly of the 3S caliber. Her figure is like a drug trap, attracting all males..." Tommy imitated the dating show host’s tone, using the cola as a microphone and bellowed in a drawn-out voice.

Suddenly, a voice from outside interrupted Tommy’s hosting, "Keep it down when you compliment your chicks, asshole! I thought you were serious—risked getting yelled at by my wife to come take a look! I can tell even through the clothes that your chick probably doesn’t feel as good as touching myself..."

"Smack!" Tommy Hawk turned around and smashed the cola cup fiercely against the glass. Although the window didn’t break, it startled the middle-aged man who had truly thought there was a 3S beauty and had come to gawk:

"Shit! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Her damn pair may be small, so small she could only wear men’s tank tops, but she’s for my eyes only, get it? If you don’t want to be sent to jail, you’d better get lost," Tommy stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and called out to the man outside, "I’m saving your life, moron. She’s a lawyer, want me to give you the microphone so you can repeat what you just said to her? If she doesn’t make you sell your female relatives to a brothel to scrounge up your own bail, she’s not doing justice to the noble profession of lawyering!"

The man glanced at Sophia behind Tommy who had by then put down the hairdryer and put on her black-framed glasses, looking at him sternly.

"Sorry, just a joke. I thought I hit the jackpot. Didn’t expect your boyfriend was just reading an ad, I meant no harm," the middle-aged man quickly apologized to Sophia. A lawyer was a universally recognized untouchable entity in America.

As the man walked away, Tommy closed the window and looked at Sophia who was staring intently at him, and spread his arms, "Don’t be too moved. It’s only natural for a man to protect a woman in these times. I know I’m full of charm, so, you can..."

"That man’s words, compared to what you just said, are trivial in terms of the harm they did to me. Thank you for sharing with men the fact that I only need to wear men’s tank tops, helping them save on expensive underwear costs," Sophia glared at Tommy before turning and walking out of his room.

...

On the shores of Quincy Bay, outside a vacation villa.

"Tommy~~" Ottelia lifted her hand with sheer joy, excitedly yelling towards Tommy Hawk as he got out of the car and greeting her.

Sophia stepped out from the passenger side and looked at Ottelia walking briskly towards them, clad in a light blue tennis outfit. "Now I believe what you said— if this lady was your wife, you would find it hard to resist the temptation. She is indeed... very beautiful, entirely different from either me or Holly."

Tommy casually glanced at her chest. "That’s the point of having you come with me, Sophia. Her appeal lies in her sexual charm, while your appeal lies in cheap labor— yes, completely different."

"Miss Farell," Tommy withdrew his gaze and looked towards the approaching Ottelia, "are you here in Quincy for a vacation?"

"No, it’s my father’s friend, Mr. Miller. His custom-built sailboat is completed, and he took this chance to invite our family to a gathering here in Quincy Bay to relax for a few days." Ottelia walked over and after explaining, she greeted Sophia warmly, "Hi, I’m Ottelia, Tommy’s guidance counselor from high school."

"This is Sophia, my girlfriend." Without waiting for Sophia to speak, Tommy introduced her.

Ottelia displayed an ’I-had-expected-this’ expression and shook hands with Sophia, speaking in the tone used when a man’s family meets his girlfriend for the first time, "Tommy was the most unique male student in high school; you have good taste."

"Trust me, he was the same at Stanford, the most unique one." Sophia said, with an underlying meaning and she stressed the word ’unique’.

Tommy looked at the detached villa not far away, equipped with a tennis court. "Is this Mr. Robert Miller’s residence?"

"No, this is my villa. Mr. Miller’s villa is located closest to the seaside. He doesn’t need a tennis court but a private dock to berth the various sailboats he collects. He is worried you might feel uneasy in an unfamiliar place, so he asked me to offer this venue. There’s actually no need to worry, he’s really nice. He’s currently in the room playing table football with my father, yelling like children." Ottelia pointed towards the distant dock and introduced to Tommy.

"I and Mr. Miller’s three daughters are playing tennis. Let’s go, I’ll introduce the three of them to you first, then we can all head inside."

Tommy walked beside Ottelia, asking as they went, "Sounds like school work isn’t too busy anymore?"

"Quite the opposite, not busy at all, but it’s not school work. I am now an assistant to the Newport County commissioner. This job isn’t too demanding." After a moment’s hesitation, Ottelia added, "But I do miss the days working at Lincoln High School."

"Congratulations on passing the bar exam, but are you sure that working as a prosecutor will be easy?" Tommy asked. "I’ve been dealing with lawyers recently, and from chatting with them, it seems prosecutors aren’t much more relaxed than lawyers. Being an assistant prosecutor might only bring more pressure."

Ottelia shrugged charmingly, somewhat helplessly, "When your godmother is the supervisor, indeed, I can confirm the work is very relaxing. The most strenuous task is making myself a cup of coffee."

But she immediately beamed with a bright smile and called out to the three girls on the tennis court, "Hey, girls, this is the most outstanding student I’ve ever taught during my brief teaching career, Tommy Hawk, and this is his girlfriend, Sophia."

The eldest of the three girls appeared to be about twenty-four or five years old, around the same age as Ottelia. The youngest might have been only twelve years old.

Seeing the three girls, Tommy couldn’t help but think that the taste of those coming out of SSD was all similarly vulgar, for all three of Miller’s daughters were blondes. Though their beauty fell slightly short of Ottelia’s, they were still very pretty women.

The three girls came over politely to greet them. Ottelia introduced them, "Pia, Mary, and the youngest is Alexandra. They are Mr. Miller’s daughters. Pia is my college friend from Cornell."

Taking advantage of the moment Ottelia and the three girls were putting away their rackets, Sophia, noticing Tommy eyeing the youngest girl called Alexandra, whispered curiously in his ear, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Tommy pulled his gaze away and said to Sophia, "She’s just about the same age as my sister. Seeing her reminded me of her."

But in reality, the moment he heard the names of these three girls, he suddenly realized these were the famous Alixandra sisters of America’s high society, actual daughters of Robert Miller.

The eldest sister Pia would marry the grandson of the former richest man in America, the oil tycoon Paul Getty.

The second sister Mary would marry the Crown Prince of Greece, becoming the last Crown Princess of Greece.

The youngest Alexandra would marry the son of the Prince of Fürstenberg from Germany and become a Princess herself.

In his previous life, Hollywood was almost ready to turn the legendary lives of the three American socialite sisters into a film for the big screen. Up until he was in college in Boston, there were still girls emulating the elegant and sexy style pioneered by these three sisters.

In some respects, they were more famous than the billionaire Robert Miller, known as the true socialites by New York’s upper class.

"This pure old money style is completely different from that of the hustler who sold smuggled tobacco and alcohol at the military base in college." As Ottelia reminded him to go inside to meet Robert Miller, Tommy murmured, "I guess, Mr. Robert Miller must no longer remember his original ambitions, but I’m different. I’ll always remember to be a conscientious American entrepreneur."