Chapter 409
Ernest exhaled a cloud of smoke and laughed heartily. "Kid, you're young. There are things in life you just can't appreciate yet."
He leaned back, smirking. "I'm feeling generous today, so I'll share a little wisdom with you—listen up. Women are best when fresh and youthful, but being too young isn't ideal either. Aside from being fresh, there's another factor—experience. A widow like Natasha? She's got both. Her skin is smoother than an 18-year-old’s, and let's not even start on the experience she brings. Trust me, a widow like her is a rare gem, an absolute treasure!"
His shameless speech was so over the top that even Natasha, seasoned as she was, felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Andrew could not help but marvel at Ernest’s brazenness. For someone so openly lecherous, his argument almost made sense. Andrew’s gaze involuntarily flicked toward Natasha, studying her with curiosity.
Noticing this, Natasha’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. She wanted to punch him but settled for clenching her teeth.
She thought, "This idiot! He’s barely spent time with Ernest, and he’s already picking up his bad habits. Men are all the same. But me? I’m not just some random craving—I’m the prime of it all!"
Andrew chuckled, breaking the moment. "Ernest, forget about Natasha. If you’re feeling that desperate, I’m sure your old friends at West End can set something up. There’s always the late-night crowd on the block below."
Ernest’s expression darkened. "What are you implying? Are you insulting me?"
Andrew shook his head with mock seriousness. "Not at all. I’m just saying, the ladies down there might be more suited to your taste. 200 pounds and only 80 bucks sounds like a perfect match, don’t you think?"
The sound of Ernest slamming his palm on the table echoed through the room, his cigar snuffed out under his hand.
He growled, his grin turning menacing, "Kid, you’ve been pushing my buttons since the last time we met. If you’re looking for trouble today, not even Natasha can save you."
A woman standing beside Ernest—a bodyguard with a gaudy demeanor—let out a cold laugh. "Hey, for someone who looks clean-cut, your mouth sure knows how to get you into trouble."
Andrew’s eyes glinted with amusement. "And you must be his bodyguard. Tell me, if those ‘200-pound ladies’ aren’t good enough for Ernest, how do you qualify?"
The woman froze for a second, processing his words, before her face twisted in fury. "You little punk! Did you just insult me? Believe me, one word from me, and Ernest will have you bleeding out in no time!"
Chapter 400
Andrew could not help but laugh. "Insult you? Come on now, I was being generous by being so courteous. Honestly, talking to you almost made me gag. Why don’t you step outside and ask anyone if they think you’re a ‘miss’ or a ‘ma’am’?"
The woman’s face turned red with anger as she grabbed Ernest’s arm, shaking it dramatically. "Ernest, are you just going to stand there? He’s bullying me! You’ve got to do something about this little punk!"
She continued, "I’m a proper lady—pure and respectable! And now he’s calling me used goods? I can’t take this humiliation! My reputation is ruined!"
Even Natasha could not help but roll her eyes at the over-the-top theatrics. For someone who loved a little drama herself, this woman’s act was downright embarrassing.
"Sweetheart," Ernest said, patting the woman’s shoulder, "Don’t cry. As long as you’re with me, no one dares mess with you!"
He then turned to Andrew, his eyes cold and sharp. "Let me remind you of something. You said last time I’d be a goner in three days. Well, here I am—perfectly fine."