Robert Walker curiously watched the decorations on the street outside. After a while, he lost interest and, remembering about eating, asked, “Weren’t we going to have a big meal? What’s this straw field? Does New Zealand have farm stays too?”

　　Charles said, “Of course New Zealand has farm stays, but this straw field…”

　　He only got halfway through his sentence, then suddenly braked hard, shifted gears, and finally pulled the handbrake. The car, which was moving, came to a sudden stop.

　　Robert Walker was startled, thinking something had happened. “What’s wrong?”

　　Charles didn’t answer. He pushed open the car door, jumped out, then leaned against the door and smiled, saying, “Hi, Irene, where are you going?”

　　Robert Walker followed him out of the car. As he looked ahead, his heart started pounding wildly.

　　In front of a cold drink shop, a young woman in a white shirt and pencil skirt was half-squatting by the roadside, wiping sweat from the forehead of a six- or seven-year-old boy. Hearing Charles’s voice, she turned her head to look at the two of them.

　　The young woman looked to be in her twenties, exuding a gentle and soft temperament, which was rare among Caucasians. She wore rimless glasses, her brows were like green feathers, her lips cherry-red, her teeth pearly white, and her small nose was delicately upturned. Her light golden hair was tied in a side ponytail draped over her shoulder, smooth as water, shining with a flowing luster, and under the sunlight, it seemed to ripple.

　　After seeing her face clearly, Robert Walker looked down, noticing her slender waist and long, beautiful legs—her legs were clad in sheer crystal stockings. At this, he couldn’t help but gasp and mutter under his breath, “Damn, a glasses girl in sheer stockings, I’m done for!”

　　Charles ignored him and continued waving at the young woman. She, seeing him, gave a reserved and polite smile, then took the little boy’s hand and walked over, waving in greeting. “Hi, Mr. Stallone, hello.”

Chapter 11: A Two-Star Restaurant

　　Just as Charles was about to speak, the young woman looked at Robert Walker and asked curiously, “Hello, sir, I’m Irene Sharpe, nice to meet you. May I ask, are you Chinese? It’s rare to see Chinese people in Omarama.”

　　She waved to Charles in greeting, but when facing Robert Walker, she confidently extended her delicate hand.

　　The different treatment made old Walker secretly delighted. Could this beauty have fallen for him at first sight? Thinking of how the American girl Ginny felt about him on the plane, it really seemed possible.

　　Trying his best to hold his head high and chest out so he wouldn’t look too much like a loser, he shook Irene’s hand and smiled, “Hello, Irene, I’m Chinese, my name is Robert Walker, you can call me Walker.”

　　“Then you can call me Eva, that’s what all my friends call me. You know, we Ukrainians always have names that are a bit hard to remember.” The young woman playfully winked.

　　With that wink, Robert Walker was surprised to discover that Eva’s pupils were actually a light purple color—he’d never seen eyes like that before.

　　Charles coughed beside them and joked, “I’ve known you for so long and never knew you were called Eva. Haha, that’s a bit cruel to me.”

　　Eva laughed, “That’s because you can pronounce my name correctly.”

　　Charles didn’t continue the topic. He opened the car door and said, “Look, the midday sun is really blazing. Where are you two headed? I can give you a ride.”

　　Eva shrugged apologetically and said, “No, thank you, Charles. I’m taking Turner to see the city sports festival decorations. He likes sports, so we won’t bother you.”

　　Robert Walker politely invited, “Have you eaten yet? If not, we could eat together. In fact, Charles and I were just about to have lunch—of course, it’s my treat.”

　　“You’re treating? Are you serious?” Charles asked.

　　Robert Walker cursed inwardly. This bastard always sides with women over friends. Why make such a big deal about treating someone to a meal in front of a beauty? Did he really seem that stingy?

　　Charles then added, “Buddy, since we met, you’ve never treated me to anything!”

　　“That’s because we haven’t known each other long enough.” Robert Walker’s smile had a hint of awkwardness.

　　Charles was taken aback, then said, “Hey, old Walker, when did your English get so fluent?”

　　Robert Walker replied smugly, “Did you think I was watching TV for the plot these days? No, I was studying. My English was never bad, I just haven’t used it much in recent years.”

　　His learning ability had also improved a lot, perhaps related to the heart of the lord.

　　Eva watched the two of them chat with a smile, but in the end, she shook her head and said she had other plans, then took the little boy’s hand and left.

　　The two returned to the car. Robert Walker was still looking outside, while Charles’s expression returned to calm. He said, “Don’t be fooled by her looks, Walker. Try to stay away from that woman in the future. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—her identity isn’t as sweet as her appearance.”

　　Robert Walker said discontentedly, “Alright, man, I know she’s your goddess. Even if you didn’t say anything, I wouldn’t try to steal her from you.”

　　Charles sneered, “Are you kidding? My goddess? My goddess is Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, not Nyx, the one draped in black!”

　　In Greek mythology, Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty, while Nyx is the goddess of night, but also considered the goddess of death, and is always fond of wearing black.