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Chapter 839 Perfect
Luis thought for a moment, then said softly, "If you want to sell it, go ahead and sell it. But you don't need to give me the money."
As he spoke, Luis reached out and pulled the thin strap of Blanche's camisole down over her shoulder. Despite her embarrassed resistance, he exposed her breasts, which were only slightly smaller than her daughter's.
Her firm, elastic D-cup beauties bounced free. She wasn't wearing a bra at home either, which was already a sign of her psychological preparation.
Luis grabbed her breast with his other hand, kneading it as he said excitedly, "Keep that money. I'll add some more and buy a storefront outside the community."
"That way, it'll be more cost-effective. You can collect steady rent. We'll put it in Avery's name, and that way you'll both have security."
He'd proven with Yana and her daughter that combining emotional and financial security was an invincible weapon that could make any woman submit.
Yana at least had a stable job, no savings but no debt either. After buying the storefront, both mother and daughter were so moved they accepted the reality of sharing a man.
Applying this tactic to Blanche was guaranteed to be unstoppable.
After all, she'd drifted through half her life without roots, stumbling through hardship, with no time for her daughter and no real foundation to stand on.
Now she had a better place to live and a stable job, both things she'd always dreamed of.
And without Luis, the car and the house would have been unbearable burdens, enough to drive her crazy.
She wasn't an ambitious woman, just seeking stability. Now she had a job and could even be a landlady collecting rent—something she'd never dared to imagine before.
Blanche shot him a soft, flirtatious glare and leaned into Luis's arms, letting him knead both their breasts, savoring that exquisite, addictive feel.
"Let's eat first!"
Blanche was still a bit shy, her voice trembling.
Luis reluctantly let go. They immediately straightened their clothes and began eating, both too embarrassed to look up.
Clinking his glass with theirs, Luis continued, "Sister Blanche, after you sign this document, you can go see Manager Minda tomorrow."
"Take this file with you and go through the transfer procedures. Just wait for the property certificate. You can get the keys first and take Avery over to see your new home."
Luis took a sip of his wine, picked up his phone, and said, "There's no furniture or appliances there."
"I know you still have some money saved, but if you're going to buy things, buy new ones. I appreciate your frugality, but you can't skimp on what needs to be spent."
"Don't calculate every penny like you do here. If you see something you like, don't worry about the price. Especially if Avery likes it, just go for it, understand?"
Just as he finished, Blanche's phone buzzed with a notification. Avery instinctively looked over.
A transfer notification for 200,000 appeared on the screen. Blanche picked up her phone and said, "This is too much. It's just the two of us. We don't need to buy that much stuff."
"Since we're moving, we're buying all new things!"
Luis said seriously, but also tenderly, "Besides, this is our home. Even though I can't give you a title, I'll make sure I'm a good man of the house."
These heartfelt words moved them deeply. This approach had worked wonders on Yana and her daughter.
For Blanche, whose situation was even more dire, and her obedient daughter Avery, the effect was doubled.
"Understood!"
Blanche finally stopped hesitating, her eyes softening as she thought to herself that she and her daughter would probably never leave this man for the rest of their lives.
"Then just list this place for sale. I'll have Minda keep an eye out for any storefronts for sale..."
"If the price is right, I'll buy one for you and one for Avery. Then you can collect rent and won't have to worry about the future."
Luis said seriously, "I know my promiscuity makes you feel insecure, so this is my promise and security to you."
Money was a real factor. Such security was more moving than any sweet talk or grand vows.
After a hearty meal, Luis had drunk about half a bottle of baijiu. The mother and daughter had finished a bottle of red wine together, with Blanche drinking most of it.
"You two, go take a shower first. I'll clean up the table."
Blanche said with a blush.
Luis looked at her with deep, burning eyes, his voice a bit hoarse with excitement: "Okay, but hurry up."
"Don't worry... I, I won't run away."
Blanche blushed and lowered her head, clearing the table as she said, "I'll, I'll wash the dishes tomorrow. After my shower, I'll come over..."
Unexpectedly, the usually shy Avery suddenly spoke up: "Godfather, go to Mom's room. Her bed is bigger."
"When, when we move to the new place, I won't buy a bed. I'll buy two big mattresses and put them together..."
"That way... it'll be more convenient!!!"
Luis was thrilled by what the little girl said, because she wasn't just talking about sharing a man.
She'd seriously mentioned that Leah's bed wasn't small, but it was still a bit cramped with all three of them and her little cousin...
It would be better to get a bigger bed so they could play around without worrying about falling off...
"You're so good and so understanding. Godfather loves you so much!"
Luis gave Avery a princess carry, kissing her as he looked back and said, "Sister Blanche, hurry up. I can't wait much longer."
She cleared the table, put the leftovers in the fridge, and left the dishes for tomorrow.
It was such a normal thing, but Blanche did it slowly, her breathing quick and her mind a bit dazed.
Unlike her daughter, who had a terrible tolerance for alcohol, Blanche could hold her liquor well. But at this moment, the alcohol still made her body burn, and her mind wasn't entirely clear.
This daze wasn't from the alcohol; perhaps it was a slight fogginess, but the mature and realistic Blanche knew deep down.
Taking that step forward wasn't a plunge into an abyss; it was accepting a new life, that absurd and lewd way of living.
Although as a normal person with traditional thinking, she should have directly refused.
But having faced so much hardship and the cruelty of life, Blanche understood true happiness better than anyone. It certainly wasn't about being coy and pretending to be pure.
Maybe money was the root of all evil, but it was also all-powerful. Measuring things by emotion and money might be messy.
But Blanche had seen it all, especially during her time at the flight attendant academy. She'd seen more dirty tricks than most.
Even in transactions of money and flesh, she'd seen too many scams. Frankly, she'd scoff at some naive girls who seemed to have water in their brains.
What did it matter if a guy drove a Maybach? The car wasn't in your name, and you'd be stuck paying the loan if you got in.
Even if he had hundreds of millions, and only spent a few thousand on you, don't think you're the main wife.
Some would buy a house with a small down payment, put it in your name, play with you for a month or two, then dump you, knowing you can't afford the remaining mortgage.
Unless you sold your body, a student or a young girl just starting out couldn't possibly pay it off.
Those things were incredibly malicious. The idea of becoming a kept woman and getting rich overnight was laughable.
Real wealthy families care about matching social status. Trying to climb the social ladder through such schemes was ridiculous.
Even if you showed up pregnant, thinking you were special with a baby in your belly was naive. Girls from wealthy families don't care.
They have legal departments. Do you think you can really get child support?
As for taking the wife's place, forget about it—it's absolutely impossible.
Showing up pregnant is just a plot in novels. Rich families have more than one son, and each son has more than one woman. What makes you think you could rise through the ranks with a child?
So even though Luis had slept with her daughter, seeing how happy and obedient her daughter was, Blanche accepted the reality.
Another thing was that this scoundrel was different from the bastards she knew. He never calculated the costs with them.
He spent so much money without restraint, never trying to save, even scolding her for spending too little.
Everything was done to give them a better life. This wasn't just a sugar daddy relationship; even a normal marriage wouldn't have such generosity.
Add to that his thoughtfulness, tenderness, and satisfaction in bed—he was practically perfect.