She devoted herself to constant training, making her physique far superior to that of ordinary girls. Otherwise, she doubted whether she would have fainted suddenly last night due to the overwhelming power of Bidegla. Even now, the thought of it still makes her shudder.

Glancing at Bidegla's calm demeanor, she didn't show anything—it was her choice, not Bidegla's fault.

Walking awkwardly, she sat beside Bidegla, leaving an empty space next to him.

A gust of fragrant wind blew over, and Bidegla couldn't help but cast a glance her way. Despite Shina Macai's temper, Bidegla couldn't help but admit that she was indeed an exquisite beauty. Perhaps it was because of the encounters they had shared, but she seemed to exude a new sense of maturity and charm, like a ripe apple, tempting him to take a bite.

"Watch where you're looking, or I'll gouge your eyes out." Feeling Bidegla's invasive gaze, Shina Macai coldly uttered.

"Try me." Bidegla flashed a faint smile, unafraid of her.

But it must be said, although Shina Macai appeared cold and distant on the surface, she was incredibly wild in bed, daring to take the dominant position from the first time.

"Can you two postpone your quarrel for later? We're here to celebrate, not to watch you two fight," Jennie Laura hurriedly interjected as the two seemed on the brink of exploding.

"It's fine, I won't lower myself to his level," Shina Macai retorted upon hearing Jennie Laura's words. Then she withdrew her gaze, as if she were the man and Bidegla were the woman.

"Shina, I heard you're a cop. Are you really skilled in martial arts?" Tamma Jones asked with great interest.

"I'm not bad, just a bit stronger than the average thug," Shina Macai replied, smiling.

"Wow, could you teach me a couple of moves? I really want to learn!" Tamma Jones said, making a cute gesture.

"Hehe, maybe I'll teach you some self-defense moves when I have time," Shina Macai said, directing her gaze at Bidegla, the implication clear—defense against this "wolf."

Feeling Shina Macai's gaze, Bidegla felt uneasy all over. Why did it sound like she was targeting me? But soon he smiled again. Teaching Tamma Jones martial arts to protect herself—your calculations are off, then.

"Let's eat first," Jennie Laura called a female server to the door.

"Bring the best and most expensive items from our hotel, and also bring two bottles of red wine."

"Yes, ma'am," the female server had already received the manager's instructions. Whatever Jennie Laura and her friends requested, she was to fulfill.

"You can go now," Jennie Laura ordered, then turned her gaze back to Tamma Jones, chatting animatedly about women's topics.

As a man, Bidegla naturally had no place to intervene in the women's conversation, so he was now just a spectator, watching them talk about various lighthearted topics.

Seeing the three women with smiles on their faces, Bidegla's own face also showed a smile at some point.

Three women, either fond of him or already in a substantial relationship with him—these were the closest women to him. If he could live like this with them forever, how wonderful would that be?

Thinking of this, Bidegla suddenly snapped out of it, surprised by his own thoughts. How could he have such thoughts? He had startled himself.

In modern society, polygamous relationships are no longer accepted, and current policies only allow for monogamous marriages. Even if Bidegla ends up with all of them in the end, he can only marry one of them.

In truth, only one person has obtained a marriage certificate with Bidegla, and the others, no matter how much they may still be fond of him, it is simply not possible.

Without being able to obtain a marriage certificate, can he still hope to keep them?

With this thought in mind, Bidegla laughed, realizing his own naivety. If he is willing, they certainly will not be willing.

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"What are you laughing at?" Shina Macai asked coldly.

"Nothing, just thinking of something amusing," Bidegla said, paying no mind to Shina Macai's icy tone.

To others, Shina Macai is like a prickly hedgehog, but Bidegla is not at all afraid of her. He has a secret weapon to deal with her.

The efficiency of the hotel's food service is remarkable, and all the dishes are of high value. Tianyu Hotel is the most high-end dining establishment, something that the average person would struggle to afford after a year of hard work.

Because his body needs energy for recovery, Bidegla has a huge appetite and almost devours half of the dishes.

Looking at his terrifying eating habits, the women present couldn't help but be stunned. How long has it been since he last ate?

After comfortably drinking a large glass of red wine, Bidegla reclined in the leather chair and said, "Why are you all staring at me? Eat your own food."

Hearing Bidegla's words, the three women couldn't help but swallow, then looked at the table of messy food.

Eating too much is one thing, but to drink such high-quality red wine as if it were water, finishing a glass in one gulp, is simply uncivilized.

"Bidegla, can you be a bit more gentlemanly when eating in the future? Tamma is also here," Jennie Laura scolded, casting a reproachful glance at Bidegla.

"It's okay, she won't mind," Bidegla said nonchalantly, squinting his eyes ever so slightly.

"Yes, I don't mind, he can do whatever he wants," Tamma Jones quickly added. Although she had met many elegant people, she still preferred Bidegla to them.

At least Bidegla is not pretentious, right?

In fact, she would even be willing for Bidegla to devour her, but she could only think this to herself and dare not say it out loud.

Jennie Laura is already Bidegla's official girlfriend, but she can't help but feel that Shina Macai also has some connection with her husband.

Although the two have a tumultuous relationship, she always feels that there's something out of the ordinary. This feeling may not be accurate, but she doesn't dwell on it.

For now, her main goal is to establish a good relationship with Jennie Laura. Since she's not competing for Bidegla, she needs to establish herself first, right?

She has also noticed that Bidegla seems to follow Jennie Laura's lead, so befriending her can only bring benefits.

Moreover, Jennie Laura's warmth is very comforting to Tamma Jones. At home, she is constantly surrounded by people with various ulterior motives.

So, compared to them, she would rather become best friends with Jennie Laura, along with Shina Macai of course.

It's a drama with three women, that's for sure. Bidegla currently has no room to interject and can only listen to their chattering discussions.

After finishing their meal, the three of them seemed to have no intention of returning. They linked arms and said, "Bidegla, we are planning to go shopping later, and you will be responsible for carrying our things."

The speaker was Jennie Laura, and Bidegla naturally did not refuse her request, nor did he consider refusing it. Now that the heavens had set their sights on him, he would follow Jennie Laura wherever she went.

"No problem," Bidegla agreed almost without hesitation.

"Then let's go quickly." Seeing that Bidegla had agreed, Jennie Laura smiled and then graciously led Tamma Jones and Shina Macai into the elevator.

Along the way, they bought whatever caught their eye, not caring at all about the money. None of them were ordinary people, each one could be described as a small heiress.

Bidegla, trailing behind them, suffered the consequences. His body was covered in various bags, and if he added a few more, Bidegla's face might not even be visible.

Of course, because of Bidegla's association with them, the sight of him helping three beautiful women carry their things made the male bystanders wish they could share the burden.

It was a shame that such good fortune had not befallen them.

The trio of stunning women turned heads as they walked, and Bidegla's vanity was greatly satisfied, even though he was now being treated as a mere porter, he still wore a smile on his face.

"Jennie, let's take a break," Tamma Jones looked back at Bidegla, who was weighed down by bags, a look of compassion flashing across her face.

They had all been excitedly shopping before, and had not even considered that Bidegla was now practically a walking rack.

"Alright," upon hearing Tamma Jones's words, Jennie Laura did not say much and casually found a fast food restaurant to enter.

"Whew..." Bidegla finally let out a long breath after setting down all the bags. They had been shopping for almost an hour, and he was truly worn out from carrying so much.

It was only his extraordinary physical endurance that allowed him to continue, otherwise, he would be exhausted and unable to move.

"Tired, aren't you?" Tamma Jones came to Bidegla with a cup of cola and handed it to him.

"Thank you," Bidegla said gratefully, taking the cola and drinking it down in big gulps.

After finishing the cola, Bidegla felt much better, and was very grateful to Tamma Jones.

This girl was really something, to know that he was tired and to bring him something to drink.

"Tamma Jones, over here," Jennie Laura waved to her, and without hesitation, Tamma Jones abandoned Bidegla and went over to them.

Looking at the things she had left on the chair, Bidegla walked over to the three of them. At this moment, almost all the men in the fast food restaurant had their eyes on them, some even with a lecherous glint in their eyes.

Of course, Bidegla would not allow these men to approach Jennie and the others, and he sat down directly in an empty seat next to Shina Macai.

"Hey, ladies, I am the project manager of Longyuan Real Estate. I was wondering if I could have the opportunity to invite you all for a drink?" A portly man walked up to Jennie Laura and her friends, putting on an air of sophistication.

The beauty of a person often brings unwanted trouble, as is the case now.

Looking at this middle-aged man, Tamma Jones made a disgusted expression. Although she was submissive to Bidegla, she could immediately tell that this man had ulterior motives. Therefore, she impatiently waved her hand and said, "Excuse me, sir, do you think we can't even afford a drink of water?"

"Um..." Upon hearing Tamma Jones' words, the middle-aged man immediately blushed as red as a pig's liver.