Emily Grant wasn't thinking about any of that. The industry was on the verge of collapse, and now the disciples were actually supposed to go out and sell themselves?

If they really did that, what difference would there be between Xingyue Sect and the Hehuan Sect? At least in the eyes of the world, there would be no difference at all.

This was no small matter—it was a major issue of “different paths”!

But no matter how clever the little girl was, she was, after all, trained in martial arts. When it came to running an industry, she was completely out of her depth and had no ideas at all. Even Alice Carter herself might not have any good ideas, let alone her. Emily Grant stared blankly at her wine cup, silent for a long while.

The atmosphere was stifling, with only the sound of James Carter eating and smacking his lips. Emily Grant glared at him: “All you know is eat, eat, eat! How can you still be in the mood for this!”

“It’s just developing a brothel…” James Carter said lazily, “That’s why I say, if all you know is fighting and killing, you’ll never get anywhere. I even told your master the same thing.”

Emily Grant pouted, “Just? If you’re so great, why don’t you come up with an idea?”

“Actually, there are plenty of ways to make money without running a brothel…”

“That’s all you ever say?”

James Carter put down his chopsticks and casually wiped his mouth with a wet napkin: “Of course, if you think a distant solution can’t quench a present thirst, then I can use a little trick to bring Baihua Courtyard back to life.”

Chapter 11: The Temptation of Uniforms

Maybe it was because from the very beginning, James Carter had repeatedly shown that he could “help your sect develop,” or maybe it was his generous confidence and infectious charisma. Emily Grant didn’t doubt that he was bragging; instead, she eagerly poked his hand with her chopsticks: “Let’s hear it.”

Charlotte lowered her head slightly, her expression a bit odd. To be honest, she still couldn’t figure out where James Carter came from. Even if he was a relative of the sect leader, the young sect master shouldn’t be treating him so casually… She guessed that her earlier flirting was probably courting death. Did it look like she was trying to steal the young sect master’s man…?

“First, I need to clarify a few things.” James Carter held up a finger. “First, are all the brothels in the capital pretty much the same? Just showing off looks and talent, nothing else?”

Charlotte replied, “Pretty much. Of course, some claim to sell art but not their bodies, but sooner or later, they all end up the same.”

James Carter nodded. “Second… are you afraid of offending the righteous sects?”

Charlotte was taken aback. Why bring up offending the righteous sects? If you’re competing with others, aren’t you just offending your peers?

Before she could answer, Emily Grant jumped up: “Who are we! How could we possibly be afraid of offending those hypocrites! I just wish they’d die faster! Besides, even if we don’t offend them, won’t they still cause trouble? There was just an incident in the south, and you still expect to make money peacefully?”

“All right then…” James Carter leaned in closer to Emily Grant and beckoned her over.

Emily Grant instinctively leaned her little head over, and James Carter moved in to whisper. The man’s breath was closer to the little girl’s ear than ever before. Suddenly, Emily Grant felt as if an electric current was crackling all over her body, her heart racing, and a wave of heat she couldn’t place rushed up, making her cheeks burn.

That crystal-clear little earlobe, right under James Carter’s eyes, started to change color, turning pink, then spreading to her face, and then to her neck. James Carter was momentarily stunned, swallowing subconsciously.

He really couldn’t tell—this girl was so innocent… No wonder she was so upset about the earlier misunderstanding. She really was a pure novice… That tender earlobe at this moment seemed to radiate endless allure, so fresh and cute that James Carter felt a strong urge to kiss it. But reason told him that would be way too perverted—she was only thirteen, after all. No way should he be having thoughts about a girl who hadn’t even grown up yet…

Maybe a girl’s natural shyness was more moving than any seductive technique?

It was as if the air between them had frozen. Off to the side, Charlotte rested her chin in her hand, watching with great interest.

Their sect didn’t practice the Hehuan Sect’s dual cultivation methods; in fact, they still had some expectations about love. But the Demonic Sect was still the Demonic Sect—using a woman’s natural advantages to make men lose their minds was second nature. The young sect master was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in the sect, and she was supposed to go out into the world at sixteen to enchant the masses and captivate the world… Who would have thought, before she even left the sect, she’d be embarrassed by a man at such a tender age? If the sect leader saw this, she’d probably cough up blood.

Noticing Charlotte’s amused expression, Emily Grant hurriedly sat back down, glaring furiously at James Carter: “If you’ve got something to say, just say it! Your plan needs senior sister’s help anyway, so why whisper? Are you deliberately teasing me?”

Once she moved away, James Carter let out a quiet sigh of relief: “I’m not interested in little girls.”

Emily Grant glared at him: “You!”

James Carter quickly changed the subject: “By the way, I forgot to ask—do the major righteous sects have uniforms? Uh, I mean, standardized sect attire.”

Emily Grant knew he was changing the subject, but had no choice but to go along, grumbling, “Most of them do. Why?”