Having bid Mordhadi farewell, Bidegla drove directly home, as the day had drawn on and the sky was darkening. The tranquility of the house was undisturbed; Shina Macai, the violent policewoman, had not returned, much to Bidegla's relief. There was never a peaceful moment when she was around, always stirring up trouble.

After a bath, Bidegla sat cross-legged on the sofa to begin practicing Qi cultivation. Despite his prolonged efforts, he had yet to grasp the threshold of external strength, unsure of what it truly entailed. It seemed he would have to seek guidance from Senior Buzer.

Time passed unnoticed as Bidegla's hunger grew, and it wasn't until Jennie Laura returned, looking weary, that his stomach began to rumble. The past few days had been overwhelming at the jewelry store, with the departure of employees leaving even her, the behind-the-scenes boss, to take on the role of saleswoman.

"Bidegla, whose car is in the garage?" Jennie Laura plopped down beside him, asking with curiosity.

"Oh, that's a car I bought today," Bidegla replied without hesitation.

"I recall the price of that car being around seven million. You certainly spared no expense," Jennie Laura remarked, rolling her eyes but without blame in her tone.

For her, seven million was nothing to worry about; she could afford it fully. In fact, if Bidegla wanted to buy a car for seventy million, she would still be willing to pay for it.

"Well, today I encountered an idiot at the car dealership who insisted on provoking me, so I ended up buying the car out of frustration. I hope you won't be mad at me, Jennie," Bidegla explained apologetically.

"It's fine, it's just a sports car," Jennie Laura shook her head, then asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, I was waiting for you to come back so we could eat together," Bidegla replied truthfully.

"Then wait for me, I'll go take a shower," Jennie Laura said, about to rise from the sofa.

But before she could get up, Bidegla reached out and held her shoulder.

"Jennie, you seem exhausted today. Let me give you a massage to help you relax," Bidegla offered, sitting behind Jennie Laura.

"You know how to give a massage?" Jennie Laura seemed surprised and skeptical.

"I learned a few techniques when I was bored. You'll see if it feels comfortable," Bidegla said as he began massaging her shoulders, slowly infusing his own energy.

"Mmm..."

As Bidegla's soothing hands worked their magic, Jennie Laura couldn't help but let out a sound, blushing crimson.

Hearing her, Bidegla's heart fluttered, but he remained sincere, continuing to massage Jennie Laura.

After spending the day out while she toiled at the store, it was only natural for him to help her unwind.

"Alright, stop massaging now. I'll go take a shower, and then we can go out for dinner," Jennie Laura shook off Bidegla's hands and hurried into the bathroom.

She feared that if he continued massaging her, she would melt into his embrace. The sensation was just too comfortable, and several times she had nearly let out that embarrassing sound.

It didn't take long for her to shower, and within minutes, Jennie Laura emerged from the bathroom.

After bathing, Jennie Laura was undoubtedly at her most beautiful, as her silk nightgown could not conceal her alluring figure. Her wet hair added an endless charm, leaving Bidegla feeling slightly parched as he gazed upon her.

Although Bidegla had seen Jennie emerge from the bath many times before, each time he felt his heart flutter uncontrollably. Jennie Laura had a way of tempting him like no other.

If asked, Bidegla could only attribute it to Jennie Laura's undeniable beauty, like a flawless celestial being descended from the heavens.

"Wait for me, I'm going to change my clothes," Jennie Laura blushed as she ran upstairs, noticing Bidegla staring at her intently.

She returned shortly after, having not applied any makeup but still outshining all other women with her natural beauty. She was now wearing a set of purple dress adorned with a string of sparkling crystal gemstones, exuding a radiance that was simply mesmerizing.

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At the sight of her crystal high-heeled shoes and delicate feet, Bidegla's eyes were momentarily blinded by her immaculate legs. Jennie Laura's hands were interlocked and resting gracefully on her lap as she asked, "Bidegla, do I look good in this outfit?"

"No," Bidegla shook his head before adding, "Jennie, you look absolutely stunning today, just like a goddess."

Bidegla's words were sincere, for Jennie Laura was undeniably beautiful at that moment. With the addition of the crystal gemstones, her radiance was further amplified, accentuating her elegance. She was not just a woman of physical beauty, but also one of impeccable grace.

"Enough flattery," Jennie Laura playfully chided Bidegla upon hearing his words.

"Let's go," Bidegla grinned and briskly made his way to the garage to drive out the Lamborghini he had purchased that day.

The car was worth over seven million, far superior to Jennie Laura's Audi TT.

"Beautiful, please get in the car," Bidegla said as he opened the door for Jennie Laura, causing her to burst into laughter.

"Jennie, where would you like to go? Your choice," Bidegla asked as they sat in the car.

"Well, it's been a while since I've taken you out for a proper meal. Let's go to the Green Restaurant by the river," Jennie Laura suggested, her expression returning to normal.

"Then guide me there, as I'm not familiar with the place," Bidegla said before driving the Lamborghini like a whirlwind.

The Lamborghini, a top-of-the-line luxury car, attracted countless envious glances along the way. Even the average wealthy second-generation would struggle to afford such a vehicle.

After about twenty minutes, Bidegla and Jennie Laura finally arrived at the entrance of the Green Restaurant as Jennie Laura had mentioned.

The restaurant was not very large, but it exuded a charming atmosphere, with gentle music emanating from inside. As they got out of the car, a waiter rushed over with a professional smile.

"Please park my car," Bidegla handed the keys over and also slipped two hundred bucks into the waiter's hand.

"Very well, sir," the servant spoke, then dutifully proceeded to park the car for Bidegla. However, as he slid into the vehicle, he cast an envious glance at Bidegla's retreating figure.

Driving a luxury car, accompanied by a beautiful woman, this was something that many people envied, but he did not possess Bidegla's level of power.

Bidegla and Jennie Laura's arrival quickly caught the attention of many people in the restaurant, especially the admiring gazes of some male patrons, including some middle-aged men.

The outfit Jennie Laura wore today was truly captivating and irresistible, appealing to both young and old alike.

"Do you have a reservation, sirs?" a waiter approached, respectfully inquiring.

"Excuse me, is there no availability here?" Jennie Laura spoke, her voice gentle and melodious.

"Oh, there is, please follow me," the waiter said, casting an envious glance at Bidegla before escorting them to a table near the window.

"Here is the menu," the waiter placed the menu in front of Bidegla and Jennie Laura, then stood aside respectfully, occasionally stealing glances at Jennie Laura.

Opening the menu, they found that it consisted entirely of Western cuisine. However, the prices took Bidegla by surprise; the items here were exorbitantly expensive. A simple steak was priced at thousands, which felt like daylight robbery.

However, he would never say such a thing out loud. Instead, he continued to flip through the menu, but soon his expression became strange because on the back of the menu, there were exclusively couple sets.

Glancing at Jennie Laura, who appeared calm, Bidegla stopped perusing and pointed to the menu, indicating the fifteen thousand couple set. "I'll have this."

"Very well, sir. Would you like some red wine?" the waiter inquired.

"Just bring a bottle of red wine around ten thousand," Bidegla replied, opting not to order the items worth hundreds of thousands.

"Very well, please wait a moment," the waiter said, then left with the menu, smiling ambiguously.

"Jennie, I didn't expect you to be so romantic," Bidegla said, his face full of smiles.

"Stop talking nonsense," Jennie Laura rebuked Bidegla, her face involuntarily blushing.

Under the dim lighting, Jennie Laura truly appeared ethereally beautiful at this moment.

"Hehe, hello, beautiful," just as Bidegla was gazing affectionately at Jennie Laura, suddenly, a chubby man appeared at their table, resting his elbows on it and addressing Jennie Laura.

His voice was very flirtatious, and without thinking, Bidegla knew that this chubby man definitely had a lecherous look on his face.

With him blocking the way, Bidegla couldn't even see Jennie Laura.

Feeling a surge of anger, Bidegla coldly said, "Sir, please leave."

"Hmph, do you think this restaurant belongs to you? Where I go, that's my freedom," the chubby man turned around, his appearance extremely ugly, with so much fat on his face that it almost blocked his eyes.

Just looking at this unappealing appearance made Bidegla a little queasy.

"Please do not disturb our dining," Bidegla said politely.

But upon hearing his words, the chubby man immediately became angry, pointing at Bidegla and saying, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Heh." Bidegla chuckled, though his smile was icy. He had warned the fat man to leave, but it seemed he was truly clueless. Sitting here as a living person, the audacity of the fat man to approach Jennie as if Bidegla were invisible was astonishing.

"I'll say it again, where you come from, go back there. Don't disrupt our meal," Bidegla said sternly.

"Damn, if you're okay with me eyeing your woman, then you're asking for trouble," the fat man fumed, waving his meaty arm towards Bidegla.

However, before his fist could reach Bidegla, Bidegla easily took control of the fat man's hand. With a slight force, the fat man immediately began to tremble in pain, nearly collapsing to his knees.

"I won't say it again, go back to where you came from, or else, don't blame me for breaking your wrist," Bidegla said, flicking the fat man's hand away and slowly regaining his composure.

"Alright, you're ruthless!" The fat man's hand had almost been broken by Bidegla, so now his face was pale, clearly afraid of Bidegla.

"Get lost," Bidegla barked, and the fat man slinked away.

Encountering shameless individuals even during a meal was unexpected. Not resorting to physical violence was already being lenient.