Chapter 170


    Charlie wailed as he ced his hands upon his chest i n an exaggerated fashion. "Am I an


    embarrassment to you now? I can give all the fun that women can provide you with. Do you want to try,


    Mark?"


    Mark looked in disgust at Charlie, who winked at him flirtatiously, his eyebrows twitching. "You are


    disgusting."


    "I am disgusting? How am I disgusting to you? I might not have what women have, but I have


    everything that women do not. Don''t you want to try?"


    What were those embarrassed and disgusted looks on his face about?


    Charlie did that deliberately. The more Mark found him disgusting, the more excited he would be and


    tried to push his luck. Hey on the conference table with his legs crossed in a charming and sultry


    posture. "Look at my body and face. Aren''t they great? Don’t you want me?"


    "I think you may find yourself a second job as a hustler. By the way, are you sure you don''t need me to


    call Grace toe over?"


    Charlie gave a nervous cough upon hearing that, and then fished out a key from his suit pocket and


    threw it


    to Mark.


    Mark raised an eyebrow and looked at him in puzzlement.


    "Here is your birthday present: a newly built vi in Pine Hills, Santabaca; surrounded by mountains


    and rivers with fresh air. I think it is perfect for you and your wife to do whatever you two want there."


    While speaking, he got down from the conference table, brushed down his suit, and left the conference


    room.


    "Where are you going now?” Mark looked at him from behind.


    "I have decided to listen to your advice: tame her vicious ws with my tenderness."


    Mark nced at the scratches on Charlie’s neck and smirked. ''Her ws are vicious indeed,'' he


    thought to himself.


    The Paragon Hotel


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    Yvette, Summer, Paine, and Jazz had all arrived.


    Summer had wanted to decorate the restaurant to create an element of surprise. But after thinking it


    through, she figured that a man like Mark would not b e fond of these kinds of things. Besides, the


    three of them did not seem to be so enthusiastic. So she thought better of it.


    "Hasn''t Mark arrived yet?" Yvette frowned.


    Summer nced at the time. "It is six fifty, so it is not time yet. He should be here after seven."


    Yvette nodded and looked at Jazz. "Did your dad call you?"


    "Why should he call me? It is Mark''s birthday. He should call Mark instead," Jazz said.


    "I don’t get why he is busy all year long. Out of the three hundred and sixty-five days, he has never


    spent more than two days at home. That is not all; he has never called." 1


    Yvette was fit to be tied whenever she talked about Ronald.


    It was as if he did not belong to the Valentines.


    Whenever she called him, he either did not answer, or i t was his secretary who answered the phone. It


    was hard to call and talk to him even once.


    Jazz frowned upon hearing that. "Mom, it is Mark''s birthday today. Can you please not say anything


    unpleasant like a grumbling woman?"


    There was a slight change in Raine''s expression, but it was not obvious.


    "Jazz, why do you keep antagonizing me these few days?" Yvette started to feel like a bear with a sore


    head.


    Jazz said nothing further. He started to feel that his


    mom had approached her phase of menopause seemed to have endless things toin about


    constantly found fault with others.


    She and