Carlos was surrounded by a flock of lovely women. The scents of various perfumes mingled and rushed into his nose as they deliberately or casually pressed close to him. Those who got close always teased him with words or actions.
Sigh... this was the trouble of being too outstanding...
Carlos's situation made the men present envious and jealous, but not resentful. Who could blame them when Carlos was so powerful and controlled such immense forces? No young master from any family could compare to him. Even their elders had to curry favor with him.
Though annoyed, Carlos patiently dealt with them as he moved through the sea of women. He did not even need to take advantage of anyone himself; they came right to him. It would have been rude not to accept.
After working so hard for so many years, there was nothing wrong with relaxing and indulging himself a little, so long as he did not become addicted and let a life of comfort wear away his ambition.
The women followed Carlos wherever he went. As they chatted, Carlos arrived at an area furnished with chairs, prepared for guests who had been standing too long.
Carlos casually found a seat and sat down, crossing his legs with a glass of red wine in hand. Several women following him hurriedly brought over chairs and sat beside him, each closer than the last. To get even nearer, they openly and secretly competed with one another.
Carlos had no intention of stopping them. He found it quite entertaining.
Carlos had it even better afterward. A quick-moving girl who had claimed a spot beside him began feeding him fruit, using her fair, delicate hands to peel it, remove the seeds, and bring it to his lips.
Although they were competing openly and