"Just Savor That, Son!"

"I'm your old man, of course I know."

As William spoke, he raised his left hand and draped it over Ivan's shoulder, then asked in a low voice:

"Kid, be honest. How far have things progressed between you and Athena?"

"Well... um... we've only kissed..." Ivan said somewhat sheepishly.

"Tsk! That won't do." William leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs as he teased,

"When I was your age, your father had already nearly reached a hundred women. You've only kissed them, huh? Things really do get worse with every generation."

"A hundred women???!!!"

Ivan was stunned by William's words.

He never would have imagined that his father, who appeared so devoted and loyal, had led such a chaotic private life in his youth.

"You little brat, keep your voice down!"

Seeing that Ivan was about to shout, William immediately raised his hand and smacked the top of Ivan's head, reminding him with slight annoyance,

"Don't let your mother hear you, or I'm finished."

"Yes..." Ivan answered softly, though he was still astonished by William's conduct in his youth.

After all, William now sat at the pinnacle of power. He could have any kind of woman he wanted, yet he still doted on Halsey—and sometimes even seemed rather afraid of her.

Ivan never would have imagined that his somewhat henpecked father had been such a playboy when he was young.

Then.

Ivan put on a solemn expression and asked William for advice: "Father, do you know how to maintain good relationships with several girls at the same time?"

"Well..." William recalled the former host's messy and debauched memories, then shook his head.

"Back then, I treated girls as playthings, and those girls only cared about the money in my wallet. We each got what we wanted and stayed