Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 704 Realm Of Ultimate Bliss

Sister-in-law Nancy's voice held a hint of worry as she confessed, "I'm a bit short on funds myself right now."

Luis's eyes gleamed upon hearing this, and he inquired, "Then why didn't you mention it sooner?"

Nancy played coy, explaining, "I don't receive a salary from the bar, and the dividends aren't distributed until year's end."

"I noticed Lily seemed a bit concerned about something, so I thought I should try to start something of my own, instead of constantly relying on your money..."

Damn it, why did she have to become so conscientious?

He longed for his old sister-in-law, the one who was vain and materialistic. He desperately wanted her back to her extravagant and wasteful ways. How could she have possibly followed her sister down the misguided path of becoming a virtuous wife and devoted mother?

How utterly foolish, incredibly foolish!!

Frustrated by her lack of drive, Luis probed with feigned concern, "A business venture, you say? Speaking of which, you've been seen with Deewa quite a bit lately, and even roped Chloe into it. What exactly are you planning?"

"Oh, don't pry too much. I'll let you know everything once it's all finalized," she responded.

"All I can say is that I've poured almost all my savings, over twenty thousand dollars, into this. I haven't recouped anything yet, so I really don't have any extra cash to spare right now..."

Luis immediately offered his support, saying, "My dearest sister-in-law, you're the woman I adore. If you're not ready to discuss it now, I won't push."

"But you absolutely cannot carry all this burden alone. If you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me, alright?"

"I understand, you naughty man~ I've truly missed you too!!"

Her tone was unusually sweet, a syrupy sweetness that sent delightful shivers down one's spine.

After ending the call, he happened to arrive at the teahouse just as his mother-in-law, Ruth, concluded her intense mahjong session. Upon hearing Luis's account, her eyes widened in disbelief. "You weren't imagining things, were you?"

"Ten thousand dollars? Your father is actually being that generous now?"

"He's paying for all the appliances in the villa? Even if he were willing, would that hag Suzanne ever agree to it?"

Luis offered a placating smile. "Mom, ultimately, Lily is still his own daughter. Dad also values his public image."

"No matter how you spin it, his daughter is moving into a new home. If he contributes nothing, everyone will ridicule him later. Besides, this is actual money from him, so don't be so skeptical."

With the counter staff present, Luis maintained a perfectly proper demeanor, embodying the image of a devoted son-in-law.

Ruth mulled this over, then pursed her lips. "I suppose he does have some shred of humanity left. But let's see how he explains this to that wretched Suzanne."

A gleeful, malicious glint appeared in her eyes as she envisioned the ensuing chaos within her father-in-law's extensive household, picturing the younger wife's faction in utter disarray.

"Mom, I have some errands to run, so I'll be going now."

Luis flashed a roguish grin. Seizing an opportunity as a young waitress headed to a private room with cigarettes, he embraced Ruth and shared a lingering kiss before reluctantly departing.

Ruth's cheeks flushed crimson as she retorted, "Alright, you little scamp. Your aunt should be at her place. Be careful and don't startle her."

"And whatever you do, make sure your uncle doesn't catch the two of you in a compromising situation, understand?"

"Got it!"

A wicked smile playing on his lips, Luis exited the teahouse, hailed a taxi, and made his way directly to Fatty's auto repair shop.

In reality, rectifying the damage to the Benz C—the fractured front windshield, the shattered rearview, and the broken side windows—was not an insurmountable task. Obtaining original parts was particularly straightforward, provided one was willing to spend the money.

However, the cost at a dealership would be exorbitant, whereas the repairs at this establishment offered exceptional value for the expenditure.

"The three-way catalytic converter has been thoroughly cleaned, the engine oil flushed, and you can rest assured about all other aspects. It's received a complete and comprehensive maintenance service."

"This includes meticulous attention to the windows, the onboard systems, and various other components. The leather seats have been replaced with premium-grade material. As for the air conditioning, it was in good condition and required no major work; I simply ensured all the ventilation ducts were impeccably clean."

Luis offered Fatty a cigarette and inquired with a smile, "Boss, I've been trying to find you lately but haven't seen you around. What's been going on?"

Even though he knew the answer, Luis inquired anyway. Winslet, aiming to preserve her dignity, had not revealed Luis as the true orchestrator of the events. She had merely stated that Luis was involved in numerous legal disputes with her.

Fatty rolled his eyes and expressed his concern, "Between my aunt and me, we'll be fortunate if we manage to avoid divorce."

"But what about you? Your aunt mentioned you have a multitude of lawsuits pending."

"Not exactly. It's mainly me referring acquaintances to her, and she's attributing all those cases to my name."

"That's a relief. For a moment, I assumed you had actually accomplished something significant and were spending all your time in court."

After a brief conversation with the shop owner, Luis departed first. The repair bill, amounting to nearly a thousand dollars, was essentially the base cost.

Beyond the damaged components, the interior of the Benz C had been entirely refurbished. With the use of premium materials, this older model vehicle now exuded the elegance of a luxury car once more.

As evening descended, Luis reached the small town and proceeded directly to his aunt's residence with familiar ease.

He parked the Benz at the alley's entrance, its imposing presence catching the eye, and entered carrying a gift of fruit and imported liquor.

Logan, engrossed in watching television, turned upon hearing footsteps and exclaimed with evident delight, "You scamp, why burden yourself with gifts when visiting your aunt and uncle? Such formality is unnecessary."

Despite his words, he stood up, clearly pleased, and accepted the presents from Luis.

For an individual like him, widely disliked, not only did he seldom have companions for a drink, but even his relatives visited infrequently. Gifts were a rarity.

He possessed all the hallmarks of an impoverished, pedantic intellectual: a penchant for lecturing, a self-appointed role as a teacher, and a love for debate on all subjects.

When others discussed rising costs, he would launch into discourse on national matters, employing elaborate literary terms. If such a person genuinely fit in, it would suggest something was fundamentally amiss.

This wasn't a deficiency in emotional intelligence; it was a complete and utter absence thereof.

"Uncle, since you seldom have leisure time for a drink, it is only proper that I show you due respect."

Logan's delight intensified upon hearing this. Being less popular among the younger generation, Luis appeared as an angel in his eyes.

Setting the gifts aside, Logan retrieved his scooter keys and announced, "Alright, alright. Your aunt is preparing dinner. You stay home, and I'll fetch that spicy ginger fried chicken for you tonight. I guarantee it will be exceptional."

Luis turned his head, catching sight of a shapely figure in the kitchen. Her back was to him, clad in a halterneck nightgown; it was, naturally, his stunning and alluring aunt, Eloise.

She cast a furtive glance backward before shyly averting her gaze once more. Her hair, casually tied up, exuded the captivating charm of a devoted homemaker, a sight likely to make anyone's mouth water.

"Uncle, what is that?"

"Oh, just wait and enjoy your meal. Let me assure you, your uncle will not disappoint."

It must be stated that Logan was a man of firm convictions. In his personal life, he lacked close relatives or friends with whom he could truly connect, yet, paradoxically, he maintained a favorable association with a particular restaurant.

It was the same as the previous instance with the lotus leaf wrapped chicken; he insisted on it being freshly prepared from a freshly slaughtered bird to be fully satisfied, viewing this as a mark of sophistication.

And with this spicy ginger fried chicken, the situation was no different. He extolled its virtues as if it were the pinnacle of culinary achievement. Regardless, he felt compelled to personally oversee the slaughter of a prime, tender chicken and its immediate preparation to feel at ease.

He estimated this errand would require at least half an hour, accounting for travel time both ways.

As Luis accompanied him to the door, his aunt Eloise suddenly moved closer and whispered, "Hey, Old Xie, this front door is quite old. It sometimes fails to lock properly and also makes a racket. While you're out, have Xiao Bin help fix it."

Logan offered little more than a laugh. "Alright, alright. He's family. Coming over for a meal and doing a bit of work around the house, no problem at all. Go ahead and get it fixed."

"Rest assured, I shall select the most succulent and choice chicken. I will not fail the husband of your sister's daughter."

With that, he departed on his scooter. Eloise's breathing quickened, and her face flushed completely red. She quietly closed the front door of the house.