Semua Bab The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Bab 171 - Bab 180

My cheeks were burning even more now. Thankfully, he couldn't see my face because I was looking down.Unfortunately, that also meant I was staring directly at his… bulge.A memory suddenly barged into my mind.As usual, we had a company chat group. Someone had once shared a video of an experienced tailor who worked primarily with men's clothing.The tailor had asked his client if he usually "set it to the left or right."The client had been confused, but the tailor's female assistant had quickly understood, blushed, and left.We designers had launched a discussion. Was it really that important?Apparently, only men with… certain dimensions needed to consider it. And now, I was wondering if Soren… had this particularity as well.Not that I was about to ask him, of course. That would make me sound like a perv!"The pants fit pretty well. The waist just needs to be a little tighter, and the crotch, seam length, and cuffs are fine," I announced.Soren was looking down. As I stood

Choosing how to dress was a personal freedom of expression, shared by everyone regardless of gender. Yet, it was also true that women lived under a constant threat when exposing certain parts of their bodies, whether by accident or design.A law professor at my university once claimed that a man needed only 40 seconds to become sexually aroused. It was probably as Soren had said—some men could become animals in the blink of an eye."Thank you for your hard work today, Taylor," Soren said."N-No, it's nothing—I mean, my pleasure," I stammered, still blushing. "I'll send the suits your way after making the necessary alterations.""Looking forward to it."I wanted to see him off, but he insisted I stay in my workshop because of my… blouse.After closing the door behind him, I grabbed my head and howled.I looked down at my cleavage, confirming that it was indeed as exposed as his reaction suggested. I howled even louder.Once I calmed down, though, a very different set of thoughts

I feigned being caught in a trap and replied, "Fine, I guess I have no choice!"After hanging up, I thought things through. I knew Soren and I had some sentiments involved, but we had never done anything overtly suggestive in public.I also knew Edith well enough. If she had any real evidence of us being together, she would have used it against me immediately instead of resorting to vague threats after Edward was forced to end this charade.I was pretty sure she had nothing substantial. She probably thought she could make something up and see if she could change her brother's fate.My deductions reassured me, calming my nerves, but I still decided to show up for Soren's sake. He was too important a figure—I wouldn't allow a single scandal to sully his flawless image.-I drove to the coffee shop at the address Edith had given me.I spotted her almost immediately—she had chosen a secluded table behind a row of indoor plants.I was sure she hadn't informed her brother about this.

The straw seemed to be soaked far more than the water level should have allowed. But why? I hadn't touched my drink since the waitress had poured it.Had someone tampered with my juice? Perhaps they had stirred it while I hadn't been looking. But for what purpose?A disturbing thought crossed my mind—one that was almost too difficult to believe.Had Edith spiked my drink? Could she have done it in public?It seemed hard to fathom she would be angry enough to do something like that.But what would her motive be? Revenge? Was she trying to kill me?Though, if she killed me, she wouldn't be able to live with the consequences.The next terrible thought that crossed my mind was that she might have spiked my drink with a date rape drug, intending to ruin my life in revenge. That seemed like the most plausible explanation.I couldn't know for certain whether my suspicions were true, but one thing was clear—I was not touching that juice, not even with a ten-foot pole.Noticing my sile

Edward got out of his car just in time.Since he was here, I thought I was no longer morally compelled to go after Edith."Your sister is in trouble. Go look for her!" I said.He seemed confused. "What? Edith told me to come here for you! She said you've both been drinking.""I didn't drink! And more importantly, don't worry about me. Your sister is in trouble! She's driving when she shouldn't!"Edward could tell I was serious. Alarmed, he pulled out his phone.She didn't answer.A severe expression shadowed his face as he ran back to his car.After watching him leave, I drove off as well.What happened to Edith was no longer my concern. I had informed her family. My responsibility ended there.-Unfortunately, things escalated quickly. Well past midnight, long after I had fallen asleep, my phone rang.I groggily picked it up, and Edward's voice immediately howled through the receiver. "What did you do to my sister?! What did you do?! Why did you end up fine after dinner wh