When Jessica rubbed her back over and over again, Irene finally felt something was wrong!
"My back..."
Irene reached out a trembling hand and placed it on her back, stroking it gently.
Why is it so smooth...
"At first, I was just like you and didn't believe that there was such a magical food in the world. But after trying it, I felt like I was 18 years old again overnight. That's why I must bring you here. From now on, you don't have to cover yourself up tightly every day. You can go to the seaside, the beach, enjoy sunbathing, swimming, surfing... ... and even have a relationship with a handsome guy. Haha, don't worry, I won't tell mom and dad."
Irene's face suddenly turned red. She used to be very self-conscious because of the scar on her back. She never thought that one day she would be able to walk on the street in a beautiful backless dress. She never thought that she would be able to sunbathe on the beach and swim in the sea in a bikini. She didn't dare to make friends with the opposite sex, even though many of her classmates had completed their first experience and said goodbye to the "novice".
When she thought of this, Dior's handsome figure emerged in her mind. He saved her life and was so charming...
Irene suddenly fell into fantasy and her breathing became extremely rapid.
"Haha, it seems that our little Princess Irene has really reached the age of puberty." Jessica couldn't help but put her hands around her back, mischievously covering Irene's underdeveloped little mound, and then gently pinched it.
"ah!"
Irene broke free suddenly, looking at her sister with shame and anger, and at the same time feeling lost because of Jessica's greatness in front of her.
"Okay, put on your clothes quickly, because that guy will be coming out soon."
Jessica, who had taken advantage, was all smiles, but at the same time she felt a little melancholy. The child had grown up, and she clearly loved taking a bath with her before...
Only then did Irene finally realize that she was only wearing an "eye mask" (yes, that's right), and she quickly put on her clothes and tidied her appearance.
After getting their consent, Dio returned to them calmly, elegantly yet politely, confident yet not ostentatious, which made the two blonde beauties, one big and one small, have their heartbeats quickened.
"It seems that Miss Irene's troubles have been solved, right?"
Glancing at the mess on the ground, Dio put on that gentlemanly smile again, and at the same time he couldn't help but calculate in his mind how much money he could get from this order.
Irene nodded shyly, "Very delicious, very magical food... Thank you~"
"You're welcome. This is God's instruction. We cannot bear to see an angel covered in dust."
He is handsome, capable, and can talk. At this moment, in the eyes of Irene and Jessica, Dior is the synonym of a perfect man!
Especially little Irene, who hardly had any contact with the opposite sex, was almost charmed by Dior.
However, what they don't know is that Dior's sweet words are not to please girls, but to "cheat money" in a more friendly way. A few words of praise that don't take much time can at least make customers feel more comfortable when they pay.
It’s full of tricks!
"Excuse me, has Irene's treatment ended?"
"Please rest assured. This dish took a lot of my time and effort to make. Normally, a dish can only remove one scar, but in order to treat Miss Irene's serious condition, I had to add a lot of precious medicinal herbs to the dish just now. This is how the healing effect was achieved perfectly. There will never be any recurrence or sequelae in the future. I will guarantee this with my personality."
Dior promised very solemnly to reassure the customer and at the same time to hint to Jessica, "I have put a lot of effort into treating your sister. Do you have the nerve to not give me more money?"
Jessica smiled slightly and didn't care about the financial loss. The most important thing was that she could heal her sister's scar perfectly without any side effects.
"Then I'm relieved. So, would you be lucky enough to taste your magical cuisine again?"
Dio was slightly stunned, then immediately reacted and said, "Of course, this is my negligence. May I ask what effect Miss Jessica wants for this fantasy cuisine?"
"I want my skin to be tighter, smoother and whiter, is that okay?" Jessica looked at Dior expectantly.
"If you want to achieve the same effect all over the body, then at least two treatments are needed." After a pause, Dio said sincerely, and at the same time praised himself for being able to get one more kill.
"I am looking forward."
. . . . . . . . . . . .
After the extremely erotic and thrilling treatment, Dior sent away the fat blonde Jessica and her sister with a smile on his face.
Instead, a check for $200,000 landed in his coat pocket.
This no-cost business is a must!
"If I continue like this, I'll probably start to suspect that I'm laundering money." Dio shook his head helplessly and happily.
It's just such a small restaurant, but its daily turnover is 200,000 US dollars. If you tell anyone about this, I'm sure the IRS and FBI will immediately send people to investigate.
"Forget it, let's not think about it. Being strong is the capital for survival. After all kinds of crises come, who has the time to worry about the funding problems of a small restaurant?"
I glanced at my phone and saw that it was almost time for dinner. All the surrounding restaurants and hotels were busy, except Dior, who decided to close early after making a fortune and go out to spend some money!
People who do monopoly business are so crazy!
Anyway, even if people come in occasionally, they will be scared away by the "rules" and prices in the restaurant. Instead of staying in the restaurant with a smiling face and being scolded, it is better to do the business first.
He did what he said. Under the cold eyes of some people around him, Dio drove his second-hand Ford towards the bank.
After successfully exchanging 200,000 US dollars, he walked towards the gold shop again with his skills and courage.
After gaining the ability to protect himself, he suddenly became interested in the 'cheap' gold.
As for whether it was stolen or robbed, what does it have to do with him
Just like no one can tell which banknote is guilty and which is innocent.
When he arrived at the door of the jewelry shop, Dior did not go in directly. Instead, he took out the business card that the store manager had given him last time, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on it.
"Hello, who are you?"
"I want to buy some 'cheap' gold, right outside your workplace."
"I don't need your product, you have the wrong number."
"Are you sure? That wasn't your attitude when you gave me this card."