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Lyla couldn't take her eyes off her new bag and giggled, "He's really busy. Tomorrow, I'll take you all out for a big meal, guaranteed to satisfy you."

"What are we eating?"

The chubby girl said eagerly, "Don't think you can just fob us off with some cheap place."

Lyla, now bursting with vanity, immediately laughed, "That would be so shabby it'd embarrass my man. Even if you guys were okay with it, I wouldn't be."

"Don't worry, Domina Hotel, the Sky Garden Restaurant—ever heard of it?"

"Tomorrow, I'll take you all to see how the other half lives. Everyone better dress up nicely, don't look like a bunch of country bumpkins."

The roommates, satisfied, returned to their beds. When it came to luxury goods, they only recognized the logos. As for limited editions or commemorative editions, ordinary people didn't have that kind of knowledge.

Tina climbed into Lyla's bed. She had just secretly looked it up on her phone and whispered: "Lyla, this one costs $168,000!"

"Really?"

Lyla was stunned at first, then took her phone and looked. Her face flushed with excitement.

Ryan had given her a $4 million check, which she had already deposited into the bank. Seeing that much money in her account still hadn't sunk in.

And now, in one go, he'd given her a bag worth over hundred thousand as a gift—it was outrageously generous.

Tina was envious and jealous, her tone sour, "And it's a classic edition—way better than Yana's."

Lyla liked it even more after seeing the price. She then noticed there was an invoice in the packaging bag. Pulling it out, she saw it was indeed from the official store, and the price was correct.

Lyla hugged the bag tightly, smiling sweetly: "Ryan is so good to me. Tomorrow, I'll make sure Yana sees it and gets good and jealous."

Tina said with a hint of sarcasm: "Is it because you serve him better in bed than she did?"

"Guess! Alright, sweetie, time to sleep. I'm exhausted today."

Lyla said meaningfully: "If you're jealous, you can always try your luck too. I won't randomly get possessive or anything."

"Mm, I'll look for an opportunity!"

Tina nodded solemnly, her expression complicated as she climbed back to her own bed.

At that moment, Lyla received a strange message from Ryan: "Lyla, send me a few photos of Tina from your phone."

Lyla's face instantly changed as she looked at Tina's back, now lying sideways on her bed, and gritted her teeth subtly.

Originally, these past few days, Ryan had been so enamored with them that he'd almost completely neglected Tina, which had made Lyla relax a little, her sense of crisis not as intense as before.

But now—was this lingering feelings, or was he still unable to forget his white moonlight?

What to do... Should I tell Yana? That was the first thought that crossed Lyla's mind.

As for tonight, though she had been very tired, she probably wouldn't sleep well—caught between the excitement of receiving an expensive bag and the tangled worries of this complicated situation.

In reality, she was overthinking it. Ryan wasn't overanalyzing anything; he'd only asked for the photos after getting scolded.

Right now, he was happily eating barbecue and drinking beer when Nancy called.

"Ryan, do you want to die? I asked you to send some photos and tell me a bit about Tina, and you couldn't even spare a moment for that."

"Do you want to test my kickboxing skills? If you can't even handle such a small task properly, I also know a thing or two about fighting."

Ryan said aggrievedly: "Nancy, I've been busy all day and haven't even gone back to school. Besides, it's Sunday—who knows where Tina went for her part-time job."

"Hmph... You don't have any on your phone?"

Ryan was instantly speechless. You're her mother—don't you have any on your phone? Seriously? You could always check her social media.

"Nancy, I just got a new phone, so I really don't have any!"

The old phone had been completely absorbed by the new one, so Ryan genuinely didn't have any photos of Tina on him.

If it were the old phone, it would've been filled with chat logs, saved videos, and photos—all related to Tina.

He'd even saved every one of her social media posts, even if they were set to "visible for three days," meticulously screenshotting them. It was the epitome of simping.

Even more shamelessly, back when he'd watch adult videos and jerk off, he'd always end up looking at Tina's photos on his phone. Once, he'd even ejaculated onto the phone screen like some immature kid.

But now, his photo album was empty—not a single picture left.

"Is that so?"

Nancy pondered for a moment, then said, "Then help me find a few. I want to use them as my profile picture and wallpaper."

What kind of mother asks an outsider for photos of her own daughter? It was utterly bizarre.

Ryan didn't dare ask any more questions and reluctantly said, "I'll ask. Even though the lights are out, they probably aren't asleep yet."

"Great, thanks for the trouble!"

Nancy said with a charming laugh, "I'll personally follow up on your case. Don't worry, those two won't get off easy."

"That's it for now. Send them quickly!"

That was why Ryan had suddenly asked Lyla for photos. He could've asked Tina directly, and she probably would've sent them, but it would've been awkward.

After experiencing the soft, fragrant allure of these top-tier succubi, any man would've had a change of heart. Ryan had already resolved to say goodbye to his former, pitiful self.

Before long, Lyla sent over a few ordinary photos of Tina—clearly unedited and nowhere near as flattering as the ones Tina would post herself.

She desperately wanted to ask Ryan why he wanted the photos. The curiosity was eating her alive, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn't be so nosy and risk annoying him.