120 Chapter 120: Let Me Enjoy My Life (1/2)

She then cast Kylie a side glance, ”So what do you say? Want to pick yourself, or should I pick?”

What?! Kylie could not help but spurt out a mouthful of beer. Was she actually serious? While Kylie recovered from laughter, Fannie indeed called inside a couple of guys in the room.

”Are you fucking serious? I'm not doing that, Shit!” Kylie bellowed.

”Relax, you prude. They are just going to massage you.”

Indeed Fannie was right. The two hunks wearing only extremely tight boxers walked over and started massaging Kylie's shoulders and back, making her moan out loud.

”You know my dad is forcing me to marry someone. He's not giving me the right to choose!” Fannie seethed in anger.

”Um, you must be mistaken. It's not 1960.” Kylie answered. She knew Nate, and from what Ethan told her, his family was pretty reasonable people, so it was hard for her to believe what Fannie was saying.

”No, you don't fucking understand. He is forcing me to marry a guy for the good of our business,” she spat out.

If indeed, she was telling the truth, Kylie felt sad and sorry for Fannie; she knew exactly what it felt like to be manipulated by your own family.

***

The door of Room 8 was slammed open, and the man who walked in was none other than Nate Bass. He wore an annoyed expression and seemed as if he would eat Fannie alive with a furious look directed towards her.

Fannie froze when she saw her older brother walk in, the bottle of beer fell on the ground.

”Brother…”

”Fannie!” Nate strode over to Fannie and roughly lifted her up.

”What the hell are you doing here?” Nate snarled at Fannie, spit flying from his mouth.

”Um…Nate. Here, have a seat and calm down…want a beer?”

”Forget it!” Nate pushed the bottle away forcefully. ”Answer me! What the hell are you doing here?!”

Fannie's eyes flashed with anger, ”What am I doing here, you ask? I'm fucking telling you I'm not going to marry that asshole!”

Nate wore a complicated expression, his eyebrows knitted tightly, yet he did not say another word. Fannie sobbed into her hands and observed Nate's reaction secretly from between her fingers. The latter's arms were dangling at his sides, his fists clenched with impatience and anger.

The two men standing beside Kylie gathered their things and secretly walked out of the room. To irritate, Nate was the last thing they wanted to do.

”Kylie, Fannie is too young and impulsive sometimes. Sorry about the trouble she caused you,” Nate called to Kylie, forcing Fannie to his side. He continued without hesitation, ”Today's cost is on me. And Ethan…”

”Don't worry about that, and I'll explain everything to him.” Kylie smiled airily.