Tomorrow would be his first time working as a male prostitute.

Terrence was paranoid today. He kept worrying that Madame might call him to meet someone at any moment, and he felt the walks he practiced in the mirror weren’t handsome or sexy enough...

The main reason was that Madame had shown him a videotape of an officer named "Antonio." She told him that tomorrow, he would act as this man’s body double to host a VIP guest.

A VIP?

Was it a wealthy woman like Madame?

Antonio—the man the VIP had her eyes on—his gait was incredibly sharp. His upper body stayed perfectly still during a march, and he stood as straight as a utility pole.

Terrence felt that with a bit of light makeup, his face could at least compete with Antonio’s.

But as for everything else, there was no comparison.

His crotch wasn't as bulged as Antonio's, his butt wasn't as firm, and his chest wasn't as toned...

Antonio was truly top-tier. If he weren’t an officer, he would definitely end up as a plaything for wealthy socialites... Terrence flipped through a few more photos of Officer Antonio, becoming more and more mesmerized.

When would he ever develop charm like that?

Just as he was laughing at himself for observing a man so closely, voices from guests arriving echoed from the villa’s large courtyard outside.

"...Where is the man who can act as my double?" Wasn't the person saying this Antonio himself?

Terrence walked out of the villa and sure enough, he saw the real Antonio from the photos and tapes.

Even in civilian clothes, the man’s frame was ramrod straight.

The arrogant sweep of Antonio's gaze burned Terrence’s eyes. Terrence felt dejected and inferior.

Tomorrow, he would have to sleep with a woman in this man's place, but no matter how much he practiced, he couldn't replicate that natural, radiating confidence.

Sigh...

Antonio only gave a slight smile when he saw Terrence.

Rocco really was a big mouth. A small thing like drinking all night with Bernardo, and he had to tell a big shot like Sloane.

And Sloane must have told Vivienne.

However, Antonio felt that the man Vivienne had found looked nothing like him. The eyes were wrong, the eyebrows were wrong, the nose was wrong... only the silhouette was somewhat similar at first glance, and he didn't have any major flaws.

But even so, this man was considered a handsome guy.

"Ahem!"

Antonio read a hint of fear in Terrence’s eyes. After clearing his throat, he walked forward generously and extended his right hand. "Hello, I’m Antonio."

"I'm Terrence."

Terrence’s hand was shaking as they shook.

This must be a high-ranking official. He almost treated Madame Vivienne like air—who else would dare to do that?

If there’s a chance, I must get close to this official, Terrence thought.

Only then did Antonio finally look at Vivienne, who had already walked up to his side.

Vivienne had no intention of shaking hands with Antonio. She stood three steps away with a faint, knowing smile.

"Are you satisfied with the man I found? Helping you protect your chastity, heh heh."

In Antonio’s eyes, Vivienne had always been his sister-in-law. He didn’t want to discuss men and women with her. "You want to climb this social ladder that badly? Bernardo isn't a good man."

"Climb?" Vivienne sneered. "You’re overthinking it. I just hope that when Bernardo sends troops to invade the other side, I can get the news early and escape to America. I just don't want both sides of the Sangreza River to merge into one country, and then be forced to become the wife of your good brother, Leo, again."

"..."

In the past, Antonio didn't quite understand where the rift between him and Vivienne lay. There was a feeling that they could talk, but their ambitions were different.

Now, he finally understood.

He was a thorough nationalist, hoping that the compatriots of thousands of years on both sides of the Sangreza River could merge back into one nation.

But Vivienne wasn't. She was just a sophisticated, self-interested woman.

The divorce application that she and Leo had both signed was rejected by the higher-ups simply because Leo’s father, General Benedict, had made a phone call to the relevant department.

So, she had no choice but to take her two children and flee to the ends of the earth...

Thinking of Leo’s two children, Antonio couldn't help but ask, "Felix and Maya, are they doing okay?"

Hearing Antonio’s concern for her children, Vivienne’s cold expression finally softened.

"They are studying in America. Don't worry too much, they are very safe."

"Understood. Then tomorrow at 9:00 AM, I’ll come on time to pick up Terrence." After saying this, Antonio turned to leave.

"Aren't you coming inside to sit for a while?"

This was the first time Vivienne had invited Antonio into the house. Antonio paused, surprised.

Vivienne switched to a softer tone. "The two kids sent a bunch of photos last month. Come in and take a look. Since you care so much, I’d feel bad if I didn't show you."

"Fine," Antonio replied flatly and followed Vivienne into the first-floor hall of the luxury three-story villa.

The hall was a full two hundred square meters.

A pure white ceiling with exquisite patterns, crystal glass chandeliers, Western-style leather and fabric sofas, a fully transparent glass coffee table, a large-screen TV, and stainless steel stair handrails... everything was expensive and stylish in a Western way.

"Take a seat. I'll go upstairs and get them."

After Vivienne went upstairs, only three men were left in the living room. A maid poured tea for them and then hid back in the distant kitchen.

"He's my father," Fabian said, pointing at Terrence.

Terrence blushed, not daring to answer, only smiling foolishly.

Antonio nodded to the father and son. In the courtyard earlier, he had already seen that their looks were almost carbon copies of each other.

So, to be honest, Fabian’s looks also bore a slight resemblance to Antonio, especially when he walked with his head held high in a suit.

How ridiculous! Antonio thought to himself.

After Vivienne came downstairs, she spread out a large pile of photos for Antonio on the coffee table. There were a good one or two hundred of them, all laminated, making the stack as thick as two or three dictionaries.

Sitting on the sofa, Antonio spread the photos out at random. At first glance, he caught an old photo from three years ago.

Vivienne was holding a 6-year-old Maya, sitting in a small rented room. That room was one Antonio had spent money to help her rent.

Time flies. Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

As for the new photos, Antonio casually picked out a few bright outdoor shots.

9-year-old Maya was really tall now. Standing shoulder to shoulder with her teacher on the grass, she was already taller than the teacher’s shoulder.

12-year-old Felix was playing basketball with a group of white students. His face wasn't very clear.

Antonio switched to another one.

This was a photo of Felix's birthday. A close-up in a classroom. He had a big cake in front of him, smiling brilliantly.

Dozens of white classmates surrounded him.

"Last month? That’s not right, is it?" Sitting on the sofa, Antonio looked up, a bit puzzled.

"Of course not!" Vivienne smiled and helped Antonio flip through the photos, finding one of Felix making a funny face while eating an ice cream cone.

"This one is from last month. The one you just saw was from his birthday last year. But it seems like he hasn't grown at all these past two years."

Antonio didn't look at Vivienne, continuing to flip through the photos and muttering, "Boys don't hit their growth spurt until they're fourteen, right?"

"Maybe. If this continues, Maya might catch up to her brother's height." As Vivienne spoke, she took an exquisite fruit platter from the maid. It contained strawberries, seasonal longans, apples, oranges, and many pastries he had never even seen before.

A very rich fruit basket.

Antonio only had his eye on the chestnut cakes. He casually picked two and put them in his pocket.

But Antonio wouldn't leave Dante out. He called to Dante standing stiffly by the door, "Dante, get in here."

Dante didn't know why the Commander was calling him. After entering, he still stood at attention and saluted.

"Commander!"

"Take a plate, put some fruit on it, and take it to the car to share with Tom."

These words were addressed to Dante, but they were actually a command to Vivienne. How could a guest just plate and take food away?

Vivienne understood instantly. She looked up from the photos to find her maid, but instead saw Dante’s young and masculine face.

He wasn't incredibly handsome, but his special forces gear and rugged image made Vivienne instantly swoon.

She gave the entire fruit basket to Dante and smiled softly. "Take it all. No need for a plate. There are plenty more in the kitchen."

This fruit basket was extremely expensive, worth at least a month of Dante’s salary.

Dante didn't dare take it and looked helplessly at Antonio.

Antonio nodded. "Take it. It's a good thing Madame treats you as one of her own."

After Dante left, Vivienne gave the maid a few instructions, and sure enough, another large fruit basket was brought up shortly.

But Antonio felt he had stayed long enough and stood up to say goodbye.

Vivienne looked a bit slighted. "I prepared the fruit basket, and you're not eating any?"

"Eh?"

Antonio was stunned for a moment. He didn't eat from the fruit basket because fruit was available for free in the officers' dining hall.

Vivienne suddenly remembered something.

She turned around and took a jar of orange-red jam that looked like honey from the wine cabinet. "This is mock strawberry jam, sweet and sour. I specifically wanted to give this to you, I almost forgot."

Antonio didn't believe her.

In the past, she only tried to push Antonio out of her life. Today, she specifically prepared a jar of jam for him?

If the two children hadn't been mentioned earlier, Vivienne might not have even thought of inviting him into the living room.

That’s what he thought, but he couldn't show it in his actions.

Antonio took the jam and teased, "You made it yourself? That’s quite thoughtful of you. It doesn't even have a label?"

"I didn't make it. It's from the other side. They say it's made from mountain mock strawberries from the Solana area. Since that happens to be your hometown, I kept a jar for you."

"..."

Antonio’s expression froze. After a long silence, he finally squeezed out a sentence.

"Thank you."

"For what? That kid Roan is still over there, isn't he? He helped me a lot." Vivienne said flatly, turning to go into the kitchen.

This was a sign to leave.

Antonio understood and walked out.

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