When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 57: The CEO Is Even Into This

Joy Coleman went up to the second floor, hiding furtively in the shadows.

She watched as a procession of girls in skimpy outfits and full makeup filed into a private room.

As the last girl entered, she hurried forward and blocked the door with her hand, leaving a small crack so she could see clearly what was happening inside.

The room was lit by incandescent bulbs, and about ten girls filled the sofas.

In a room full of girls, the man sitting on the single armchair was particularly conspicuous.

It was Luna’s husband, the CEO who had announced the lottery winners at last night’s annual party.

’Well, well. How dare he cheat on Luna! Just watch me tear this place apart today.’

Joy Coleman rolled up her sleeves, ready to find a handy weapon and teach him a lesson on Luna’s behalf.

’That man, Blaze Fairchild, has gone too far.’

’Luna is pregnant and still angry with him, and here he is, fooling around with a bunch of girls.’

Joy Coleman found a mop at the end of the hallway and charged toward the private room, brandishing it.

Just as her hand landed on the doorknob, a large hand closed over it.

"Hey beautiful, what are you planning to do with that mop?"

Joy Coleman sized up the person before her. He wore a pink shirt with the collar wide open, revealing layered pearl and gold necklaces over his collarbones.

If it weren’t for his voice and prominent Adam’s apple, she would have mistaken him for a woman.

’So the CEO is into this type, too!’

"Get off me," Joy Coleman snapped, yanking her hand back. "Or I’ll hit you too, you damn home-wrecker."

"You gigolo!"

Wyatt Kingston’s eye twitched, his face alternating between pale and livid.

"I remember now. You’re the woman who knelt to get the grand prize last night."

’No wonder your voice sounded so familiar.’

She wasn’t wearing makeup today, so he almost didn’t recognize her.

"You look pretty different with and without makeup." ’She calls me a gigolo, but she’s just an plain-looking woman without makeup!’

Joy Coleman hadn’t expected to run into someone who recognized her, but she didn’t know the man in front of her.

"What’s it to you? I’m not your girlfriend, and I’m not going to be your wife, so who cares if I wear makeup or not!"

"Move!" ’I have important business to attend to. Who cares if I know him or not.’

Not only did Wyatt Kingston not let go, but he suddenly leaned in close to her. His tone was ambiguous as he invited her in a strained, high-pitched voice,

"Woman, want to go in and play with us? I’m really good at it, you know~"

Joy Coleman had lived a free-spirited life, but she had never encountered such a freak of nature before.

The strained sound of his voice made her stomach churn. She dropped the mop, shuddered with goosebumps, and fled.

"HAHAHAHAHA~" Wyatt Kingston’s hearty laughter echoed down the hallway. "Heh, amateur!"

Joy Coleman brushed off her clothes, muttering about how disgusting it was, and sat down across from Luna Axton.

She looked up and met Luna Axton’s beautiful, sorrowful, and questioning eyes.

"No, I..."

’I can’t just tell her I ran into a gigolo about to enter the room, can I?’

’If Luna finds out Blaze Fairchild swings both ways, wouldn’t that hurt her even more?’

"Actually, it was nothing. A group of people were just sitting there. No singing, no drinking, just behaving themselves."

She couldn’t speculate; she could only tell Luna what she had seen.

"Mm," Luna Axton replied, her expression placid, a stark contrast to her usual energy. "Lindsey, let’s go."

Her calm reaction, however, made Joy Coleman even more worried.

’A group of women and one man, in a private room at a bar, in broad daylight, behaving themselves.’

’How is that possible!’

’The location and the people involved are highly suspicious and easily spark the imagination.’

’Sigh!’

Joy Coleman wailed internally.

’This time, she’ll be really hard to console.’

Luna Axton stared out the window. ’The weather is getting colder. It’ll probably start snowing soon.’

"Lindsey, let’s go rent some discs to watch."

"Okay."

When Luna Axton and Joy Coleman first came to Valoria for college, they discovered a great place to watch TV series.

It was a small room, about a hundred square feet, covered with a carpet and furnished with comfy beanbags.

For fifty yuan, you could stay all day with an old-fashioned DVD player and a TV.

The pretty shopkeeper’s snack corner also offered all sorts of instant noodles and ready-to-eat meals.

"My two little sweeties, I haven’t seen you in so long."

The pretty shopkeeper had her hair up in a bun, held with a pink butterfly clip. Her heavy bangs and black-rimmed glasses made her face seem even smaller and more delicate.

It was a very old-school Korean style, a fashion unique to the shopkeeper’s own school days.

The owner said it was called "non-mainstream."

"Hi, pretty lady," the two said in unison.

The shop’s decor was the same as always. An entire wall was covered with large posters and photos, all traces of the pretty shopkeeper’s celebrity-chasing past.

"Still want to watch *Stairway to Heaven*?" This was the series Luna Axton and Joy Coleman watched every winter without fail.

"Let’s do *Tree of Heaven*," Luna Axton said. "I want to see a snowy landscape."

"This..."

Joy Coleman and the pretty shopkeeper looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for how to dissuade her.

That series was an absolute tearjerker; you couldn’t get through it without at least four or five packs of tissues.

Seeing the owner staring at her blankly, Luna Axton asked in confusion, "You don’t have it?"

"We do." The pretty shopkeeper snapped back to reality. ’The poor dear must have been terribly wronged and wants to have a good cry.’ "Go pick a themed room, and I’ll find it for you."

"I also have some white radishes from my hometown—they’re so sweet and crisp. I made some oden, I’ll get you a bowl."

"Thank you, miss! Hope your business thrives!"

The two friends chose a room, got everything ready, and settled in to binge-watch the series.

The small room shut out the chaos of the outside world, offering their hearts a temporary harbor.

「In the private room at Nightscape Bar」

Not long after Wyatt Kingston went in, several handsome men, a director, and a photographer arrived one after another.

After Wyatt Kingston made a round of introductions, playing matchmaker, the men and women took their scripts and began their auditions.

By the time everyone had finished their screen tests and the actors were cast, three hours had passed.

After seeing everyone off, Wyatt Kingston pressed a hidden switch.

An entire wall of fine liquor appeared before them, all prized favorites he had spent a great deal of time acquiring.

He picked a bottle to share with Blaze Fairchild.

A sip of the liquor went down his throat, finally quenching his thirst.

"Leo, my brother, I’ll owe you for this for life. You’ve given me a whole new start."

’He was so frustrated. At home, that old man of his was constantly mocking him with sarcastic remarks, just waiting to see him fail.’

’He’d even said that if I couldn’t build a career, I should at least get married and produce heirs for the Kingston Family. That way, before the old couple got senile, they could help raise a proper successor for me.’

’Just listen to that. How incompetent does that make me sound?’

’Relying on my father when I’m young, and on my son when I’m old.’

’Was he, Wyatt Kingston, really that useless?!’

’Impossible!’

’He was determined to make a name for himself in short-form dramas and challenge his old man’s world of feature-length series and the big screen.’

’Stellacube, the biggest entertainment company—who cares? He, Wyatt Kingston, could start his own business and be independent.’

’Old Man Kingston could just wait until he had no successor!’

’Then he’d come crying and begging him to come back and take over.’

’The thought of that scene alone was satisfying.’

"Anything else?" Blaze Fairchild asked, putting down his glass and preparing to leave.

’He hadn’t managed to soothe her last night, so he had to keep trying today.’

’He had originally planned to come over early, settle things, and get back before she woke up.’

’By now, she had probably been up for a long time.’

"Just one more thing. It’s about legal matters. I need to borrow someone from you."

Blaze Fairchild gave him a cold look. "So I’m funding this company *and* staffing it?"

Wyatt Kingston gave a placating smile. "Just anyone who knows the law. An intern would be fine, too. That grand prize winner from last night seemed pretty good."

"No," Blaze Fairchild refused without a second thought.

’She’s Luna’s friend. I can’t let her be too busy; she needs to spend more time with Luna.’

Wyatt Kingston raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down with a gossipy glint in his eye.

"She’s not your woman, is she? My old man said you bought a pink diamond ring. I just saw her at the door, holding a..."

A sense of panic seized Blaze Fairchild.

"Who did you say?"

His voice was laced with frost, his tone exceptionally cold.