No Need to Worry About Losing Her Figure

Gulp...

Chinatown seemed a little different today.

The sounds of people swallowing rose one after another.

The beauty before them was simply... how should they put it? She was just too healing.

This was Chinatown. Although Chinese people made up eighty percent of the population, it was still a foreign country, so seeing foreigners was nothing unusual. They had seen plenty of beautiful foreign women too, but this one...

Most beautiful foreign women were known for being "sexy" and "hot," yet the woman walking past them had such an incredibly healing smile.

Beneath her long dark-brown hair was a gently smiling, healing face.

An angel!

She was an angel descended to earth.

"This should be the place, right?"

The girl had a lovely voice, with the ethereal quality of a lark. Compared to the deep, heavy voices of most beautiful foreign women, it suited Eastern aesthetics far better.

"It should be. It's Chinatown, so this is the place. Hmm, let me check the address. We should still go a little farther," the agent behind her said.

"Mm."

Seeing the eager look on the girl's face, the agent sighed and shook her head. Although she had tried to dissuade her countless times yesterday without success, she still wanted to try once more.

"Galina, do you really believe that nonsense about 'eternal youth'? I advise you to be more cautious! You're one of the most popular rising fitness bloggers right now. I've already mapped out your future career path. Don't do anything foolish."

"Sister Helen, I've made up my mind. You don't need to persuade me anymore."

"Sigh, all right."

The agent shook her head with a bitter smile. She had known long ago that persuading Galina would be useless. Although she was Galina's agent, she could not interfere with her choices. After all, Galina was not her slave.

She could only turn and look behind her.

"Ken, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, Sister Helen. If he's a scammer, I'll beat him so badly he won't know which way is north." As Ken spoke, he flexed his arms, showing off his bulging muscles.

Helen nodded. Ken was her driver and bodyguard, built like Schwarzenegger. He had once been a heavyweight boxing champion. However, after an accident where he hit his opponent too hard and left him brain-damaged, he retired from boxing.

"Sister Helen, stop talking. You know my situation." Galina Dubois turned her head and spoke with faint reproach.

"Sigh, you child. All right, all right. I won't say any more."

Helen shook her head. She understood very well that Galina had achieved what she had today through years of relentless effort.

Galina Dubois had entered the modeling industry through a modeling competition in her teens, dreaming of becoming a professional model. However, Galina's slender, petite figure at the time was not accepted by American advertising clients. She was even dropped by her agency before receiving any pay.

After that failure, Galina did not lose heart. She entered a gym and swore to change her body.

However, her body was naturally slender, so building a good figure required training that was far longer and harsher than what others needed.

But hard work paid off. After thousands of hours of training, Galina Dubois developed an excellent figure. Her increasingly alluring body also helped her secure a contract with Angel Economics, the largest talent agency in America. Gradually, more and more fans and advertisers came to love her, which was the best reward for her tireless efforts.

However, Galina Dubois also had one enormous flaw.

That was—she had to spend at least three hours a day working out, sometimes even half the day.

She was the sort of woman with a slender, petite build. Her current toned figure with its smooth lines and small muscles was entirely the result of exercise. The moment she stopped, her shape would quickly go out of form.

So her daily routine consisted of fitness training.

Of course, this did not mean she had to stay at home or in the gym every day, dealing with cold exercise equipment.

When she went out for advertisements or traveled, skateboarding, surfing, and running all worked too.

But to maintain her current figure, fitness equipment was still indispensable, especially for her perky peach-shaped butt.

That was even more troublesome. If she did not pay attention to maintaining it, it could easily start to sag.

So while models might look beautiful and well-shaped, no one knew the hardships behind it.

Galina Dubois's hardships were hardships among hardships.

Fortunately, she had a slender, petite build, so she did not need to diet to maintain her figure, though she could not eat too much either.

She needed three to six hours of exercise every day.

For a foodie, not being able to eat to her heart's content was an incredibly painful thing. What did women hate most? Women who could gorge themselves without gaining weight—they hated them to death.

No girl could refuse the wonderful life of sleeping until she woke naturally and never having to worry about losing her figure.

Did they think she loved working out?

Girls were all lazy!

If she did not have to worry about losing her figure and her modeling job, she would rather be a shut-in who stayed in bed all day.

"This is the place, right?"

After comparing the photo of the house on her phone again and again, Galina Dubois confirmed it. This was the house. Her heart immediately began to pound—thump, thump, thump.

Helen frowned and gave Ken a look. He flexed his biceps to reassure her.

Along the way, no fewer than several dozen men had followed the angelic young woman. Now that they saw the healing beauty enter this house, they immediately began chattering among themselves.

"Isn't this Old Li's house?"

"What's a beauty doing here? Don't tell me Old Li is keeping her?"

"What are you talking about? Old Li may be rich, but... how could he possibly afford a woman of her level?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"One of my buddies works at a modeling agency. He told me models have their own price tags too. The most expensive ones in the industry are Victoria's Secret Angels. The fee for them to spend one night with a rich man is between one and three million dollars."

"Holy shit, that expensive?"

"And that's just for one night?"

"What did you expect? That beauty from earlier, her figure and looks aren't any worse than Victoria's Secret. Victoria's Secret Angels only have that glamorous title! She looks like a model too. That ass alone would be enough to play with for a lifetime. I'd estimate... at least five hundred thousand dollars."

"Five hundred thousand... damn, that's still a lot!"

"Sigh, beautiful women make money way too easily, especially celebrities. In the modeling world, all they have to do is spread their legs... is that really so hard?"

"Five hundred thousand? Old Li probably can't afford that."

"Stop yapping. This house changed owners a week ago. Old Li moved to Los Angeles ages ago."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Looks like the owner here has quite the background."

"Everyone, move along. Just admire the beauty. It's not like any of you can get with her."

"Sigh, let's go, let's go."

The moment she entered, Galina Dubois saw Rogue sitting in the center of the hall. Assuming Rogue was a clerk, she hurried over.

"Is Mr. Marcus here? We spoke on the phone last night."

Rogue felt a little depressed.

Look at that face, that peach-shaped butt, that healing smile. Rogue could not compare at all.

Then she tilted her head to look at her own boss behind the girl, and Rogue was even more speechless. She rolled her eyes repeatedly. "Boss, could you not make that lecherous expression?"