"It's all my fault for letting lust get the better of me and forgetting my friend. It's my bad. We've been brothers for life—surely you won't be so heartless, right?" David Sullivan reached out his chubby hand, trying to put his arm around Emily Clark's shoulder.

Emily Clark brushed off David Sullivan's pudgy hand and continued to smile, saying, "Oh, I forgot to tell you—not only am I a wolf in sheep's clothing, but I'm also very heartless."

David Sullivan pulled a long face and walked toward the door. As he passed by Emily Clark, he leaned in close to his ear and shamelessly whispered, "Heh heh, Mr. Clark, if you're going to be unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. Tell me, what do you think would happen if William Thompson and the rest of the class heard that Mr. Clark groped a girl's chest on the very first day of moving in together?"

Emily Clark kicked David Sullivan in the butt and cursed, "Get your ass back here!"

David Sullivan stumbled to the door, then patted his butt, turned around as if nothing had happened, and shamelessly grinned at Yvonne Foster, saying, "May I ask this beautiful lady how I should address you? Would you be interested in going out for a late-night snack together?"

At the mention of a late-night snack, Yvonne Foster's eyes lit up. After all that cleaning, she was actually a bit hungry. But as soon as she saw David Sullivan's lecherous look, she immediately lost interest, pointed at David Sullivan, and asked, "He's not staying here tonight, is he?"

Before Emily Clark could answer, David Sullivan jumped in, "Don't worry, with me here keeping an eye on things, I guarantee this guy won't cross any lines."

"The apartment is rented by two people. Any decision about taking in a stray has to be made together. Now, I solemnly declare that I do not agree to take in the fatso." Yvonne Foster coldly shattered David Sullivan's dream of living with a beautiful woman.

Emily Clark shrugged helplessly at David Sullivan and said, "Looks like you'll have to stay at a hotel after all."

"Stay at a hotel?" Yvonne Foster's eyes widened and narrowed, "How much money would that waste?"

David Sullivan drooped his head and said dejectedly, "Exactly, staying at a hotel is just throwing money away. I'd rather—"

"—rather spend the money to stay here." Yvonne Foster's eyes sparkled as she cut in.

"Right, right! Better to let our own people earn the money than outsiders." David Sullivan was about to say he'd rather save the money to chase girls, but hearing this, he immediately perked up.

"I always thought fat guys were a bit slow, but I didn't expect you to be so business-minded." Yvonne Foster praised him with a smile.

That smile was truly as beautiful as a blooming flower, and her voice was as melodious as an oriole in a deep valley. The sight and sound made the fat guy feel weak all over, as if he were about to float away.

"Of course, of course! My ambition is to open a hotel that's famous all over Hangzhou. How could I do that without some business sense?" David Sullivan said proudly.

Yvonne Foster nodded repeatedly, "I can see that, I can see that. Your head is bigger than most people's, so your brain must be especially developed. How about this—just because of your high-IQ head, a typical budget business hotel outside costs about 120 yuan a night. I'll give you a 50% discount and only charge you sixty. Since I own half the place, just give me thirty. How does that sound?"

As soon as David Sullivan heard this, he happily pulled a fifty-yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to Yvonne Foster, saying grandly, "Here's fifty yuan. Keep the change as a tip."

The situation changed so quickly that even with Emily Clark's immortal-level brain, he was momentarily stunned. He stared in disbelief until Yvonne Foster cheerfully pocketed the fifty-yuan "big bill," and then he finally realized what had happened and shouted, "That money is mine!"

David Sullivan and Yvonne Foster both turned to glare at Emily Clark with disdain and said, "What's yours and mine? Is that how you treat your brothers?"

Emily Clark was completely speechless. After a while, he pointed at Yvonne Foster and said, "No wonder your surname is Qian—you've got money on the brain!"

"Is it wrong to like money? Who doesn't like money? Who doesn't want a good life?"

"Exactly, Little Yvonne, Emily is just a hypocrite. You'd better watch out for him in the future."

"……"

Chapter 12: Planning Ahead

David Sullivan spent fifty yuan to temporarily gain the right to use the cramped living room/dining room, while Yvonne Foster very professionally began helping him tidy up his "single room."

Of course, David Sullivan didn't forget to go all out to please her, bragging about himself. Following the principle of customer-first service, Yvonne Foster treated him just like a patient in the hospital, always greeting him with a smile. She was so beautiful that David Sullivan's eyes turned into slits, and he was even happier than if he were staying in a presidential suite.

Emily Clark couldn't stand the two of them messing around, so he shook his head and went back to his room.

"Damn, you're a legend! Seriously, a legend! Did you really grope her chest?" David Sullivan hurriedly followed him in, closed the door, and asked excitedly.

"It was only because I was in a rush to save you, and she happened to be in the way. That's why there was a little accident," Emily Clark explained irritably.

"Damn, as the saying goes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Looks like it's true. Look at you—now you've got both money and beauty!" said David Sullivan.

"Money and beauty, my ass! If you hadn't been so desperate to chase after some so-called happiness and gotten yourself into a honey trap, would I have been so unlucky?" Emily Clark gave David Sullivan a knock on the head and cursed.