Master of Lust

Chapter - 94

"Listen to me, don't fall for whatever he might have told you. He's probably just trying to deceive you," the old butler relented, releasing Rick and turning to face Evelina. "We already have the medicine secured. We can save the mistress without him. We don't need him."

"I've made my decision. We'll pay him 10 million, and he only needs to assess my grandmother's condition," Evelina remained resolute as she told Geoffrey, "Your only concern is to arrange the money as soon as possible. Everything else, I will take care of that."

"17 Million," Rick who had been pushed to the sidelines for a while corrected Evelina, "II wouldn't say no to the card, but cash suits me better. It'll help me steer clear of a heap of unnecessary inquiries."

"Not a problem," Evelina nodded. Ten million or seventeen, it was all the same for her, "So, when can you leave?" She asked.

"Sooner is always preferable. I've got a lot on my plate," Rick responded with a nonchalant shrug.

"In that case, let's not waste any more time," Evelina said, directing her attention to her butler. "Are the preparations in place, Geoffrey?" she inquired.

"They will be by the time we reach the airport," Geoffrey affirmed with a nod.

"I need to pick up my belongings from my room," Rick informed Evelina, "I'll grab my stuff and meet you downstairs in the lobby."

"No need to worry. I've already instructed my team to have your luggage prepared. They should be waiting outside with your belongings." Evelina reassured him.

And with that Evelina was the first to make a move. Geoffrey was already standing with a coat in his hand, and he helped put it over Evelina's shoulder.

At that moment, Finally Rick paid attention to Evelina. And he couldn't help but admire Evelina, who appeared as a paragon of sophistication and grace. She stood there, her slender figure elegantly adorned in a cobalt blue one-piece skirt that flowed like a cascading waterfall, shimmering with each step. The exquisite fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her silhouette in the most enticing manner.

A black coat, with a satin finish, gracefully draped her shoulders, creating a striking contrast with the rich blue attire underneath. Who would believe him if they heard he just fucked her a day before, out there in the open, under the open sky.

"We are leaving," Evelina's words snapped Rick out of his trance, and he promptly followed her out of the penthouse.

Once outside, the two men that brought Rick upstairs to the were standing with Rick's luggage, panting hard to catch their breath. Seeing them in this sorry state, Evelina frowned.

"What happened to both of you?" Geoffrey inquired, his eyes squinting in suspicion.

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Upon hearing the old man's inquiry, the first man's gaze instinctively shifted towards Rick, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. In contrast, the second man, clearly agitated, gnashed his teeth, shot a glare at Rick, and accused him.

"It's all his fault. He's the reason for this mess." It was evident that the second man held a significant grudge against Rick.

"Whoa there, hold your horses, big boy. What on earth do I have to do with your... erm... intense session?" Rick swiftly defended himself, interjecting before anyone could accuse him further. "Any Tom, DICK and Harry could see what you two have been up to. Now that you've been caught, you're trying to shift the blame to me?

No way." Rick's cheeky play on words made his point clear.

"Wha..." Suddenly, a cloud of confusion hung over everyone.

"And why are you even denying it? It's 2023, nobody gets to judge your preferences," Rick said, his gaze fixated on the two men. His implications were crystal clear, "Whether you suck tit or dick. Nobody gets to tell you anything."

"Are you out of your mind? What are you blabbering about? You think I'm gay?" the second man shouted at Rick, his eyes practically shooting lasers.

"Nope, I didn't say that. I just implied. You filled in the box," Rick chuckled.

"Enough," Evelina couldn't bear the banter any longer. "You tell me what happened," she demanded, directing her question to the first man.

"It was Mr. Rick's rabbit," the first man began, trying to sound as humble as possible. "We attempted to capture the little rabbit, but every time he would..."

"She," Rick interjected.

"What?"

"The rabbit. She is a she," Rick clarified for the man.

"Oh, alright. She... Every time we would try to catch the rabbit, she would slip away from our grasp." The man told Rick and the others.

"Wasn't that rabbit a wild rabbit?" Evelina asked Rick now that she understood the whole story.

"Why would it be wild?" Rick looked annoyed, "I never said that."

"I thought, maybe..."

"So, where's my rabbit?" Rick inquired of the men. "Please don't tell me you frightened her off."

"Frightened?" The man couldn't help but chuckle to himself, then turned to look to the side. Everyone followed his gaze and spotted a small, white, utterly adorable fur-ball resting comfortably on a chair, completely relaxed and undisturbed.

"Well, it certainly doesn't seem scared," Rick chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Hey, you lazy thing, quit goofing off and come with me," he scolded the rabbit grudgingly.

And without hesitation, the rabbit perked up, dashed over to Rick, and hopped onto his shoulder, as if it had been waiting for his command.

"Now that everything's sorted, can we depart?" Evelina appeared a bit irritated at this point.

"I'm not the one holding us up," Rick replied as he took the first step forward.

"I don't like him."

"I don't like him."

Simultaneously, the old butler and the other man voiced their disapproval of Rick. They exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying more than words ever could.

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"Umm..." The door of the plane opened, and Rick descended the stairs with an elated expression, savoring each step on solid ground. As he reached the final step, he spread his arms wide and inhaled a deep breath of the fresh air.

Behind him, Evelina gracefully stepped off the plane, followed by her devoted butler.

The private jet was a sight to behold. Its sleek exterior glistened in the sunlight, while its polished chrome details drew the eye. The interior exuded opulence and comfort, featuring plush leather seats, wooden accents, and a wide range of amenities. The plane was a testament to impressive speed and efficiency, ensuring that travel was a true delight.

It took them just a couple of hours and they might have traveled more than a thousand miles easily.

Rick couldn't help but express his admiration. "That was one hell of a ride, girl. Your jet's a beauty."

Evelina gazed at Rick with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and inquired, "Interested in buying it? I can offer you a discount, and we can subtract the amount from what I owe you."

"You're always in business mode," Rick remarked, pondering the offer for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't want to speed things up that much," he quipped. Just a few days ago, he had been riding an electric motorcycle. The idea of buying a private jet was a bit too much, even for him.

The butler, who had been eavesdropping, couldn't help but interject. "Indeed, Mr. Ricki. A private jet is hardly suitable for someone like you. It's good that you recognize your place."

Rick wanted to ignore the butler. He had enough of butting heads with an old man. The last time he seriously engaged with one, he ended up in a hospital. But will the System let him in peace for once? No. It finally broke its silence.

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Time Duration: Next 24-Hours

Reward: Cash: 20,000; 1 Face-Slapping Card

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Rick turned to face the butler, a trace of challenge evident in his gaze. "Oh, now, Geoffrey," he started, a sly grin curling at his lips. "You should be well aware by now that I'm not your everyday Joe. Even your young mistress frequently finds herself under me," Rick said with a wink, his words seemingly carrying other meaning.

"She is indeed still a bit green. She may still have a lot to learn. But she will eventually figure out how to handle individuals like you," Geoffrey, raised an eyebrow, his demeanor poised but tinged with amusement. "But you certainly have the spirit, Mr. Ricki, I will give you that."

"But, old man, my bigger concern is something else," Rick added, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he challenged the butler's statement. "Owning a jet doesn't seem too complicated to me. Just need to remember to fill it up with fuel, right?"

"I will have to get an old dog like you to handle such matters," Rick sighed in feigned disappointment, which didn't sit well with the old butler. "If only you were willing, it would be much simpler. I don't want to train a dog from scratch."

Rick's repeated use of the term "dog" seemed to deeply infuriate the old man. No one had ever dared to insult him in such a manner, and his sharp words rendered him speechless. He struggled to find an appropriate response to such uncouth language.

Fortunately for everyone, a car arrived at that moment, coming to a stop in front of them on the runway. Evelina gestured for Rick to get inside, and the two of them settled into the plush back seats. The butler, though begrudgingly, took his place in the front passenger seat, and the car smoothly pulled away.

The sleek car navigated through the bustling city, smoothly gliding along the broad avenues flanked by towering skyscrapers that appeared to stretch endlessly into the sky. Rick pressed his face against the window, captivated by the stunning structures that dominated the busy streets.

Skyscrapers pierced the skyline like colossal giants, reflecting the sunlight off their sleek glass facades. Each one seemed to vie for attention, creating an awe-inspiring cityscape.

The streets below were a hive of activity, teeming with people bustling along the sidewalks, their steps synchronized with the city's heartbeat. Rick couldn't help but marvel at the diverse spectrum of fashion on display, ranging from high-end designer brands to eclectic street styles. Together, they wove a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures, contributing to the city's unique atmosphere.

Everything looked just too fast-paced.

After more than an hour of driving and departing from the vibrant city, they found themselves in the tranquil outskirts. The contrast was stark; the surroundings were noticeably silent. As they continued, the car veered off the main road onto a narrower path. Coming to a halt at a sizable gate, they paused briefly before being granted entry.

When the car finally came to a stop and Rick stepped out, the sight in front of him left him utterly baffled.

"Is that... a house?"

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