C18 The One That Is about to Bloom

The sarcastic meaning was obvious, but Rita did not care. She sat down close to him and leaned over. She blinked and said, "Can I?"

Wilburn looked at the light of his "breasts" and leaned back slightly. Rita took the opportunity to lean forward as well, and slowly, she leaned on him.

Her soft body pressed against Wilburn's body. Her shoulders were slightly raised, and the red shoulder strap on her left shoulder slipped down, revealing more of her cleavage. Rita smiled even more seductively. She knew how sexy she was now, and she was confident that the man in front of her would not be able to resist her.

Sure enough, when Wilburn saw the light, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Your figure is not bad."

"What are you waiting for?" Rita's fingers began to move around his chest. It was extremely ambiguous, and just as she was about to touch it, a strong hand suddenly blocked her.

"However, I like to be in the bud." As he spoke, Wilburn threw her hand to the side and helped her up the shoulder strap. He pushed her away.

His actions were done in one go. Rita was pushed so hard that she almost fell down. She finally managed to stabilize herself, but when she raised her head, she saw that Wilburn had already stood up.

He picked up the red wine on the sofa and looked at it. He smiled and said, "82 Lafite. I like it. I will accept the gift."

As he spoke, he swaggered up the stairs. Halfway up the ladder, he tilted his head and looked at Rita. He said, "That's right, Mr. Campbell is not the one you are calling."

Rita's face alternated between green and white, but she no longer had the courage to tease him. This man looked harmless, but he had a strong sense of territory. It was very difficult for an ordinary person to get close to him.

Outside the villa, on the small track in the garden, Shirley had already run ten laps. Finally, she stopped and panted heavily. Not long after, she walked to the nearby outdoor gym and began to do some basic exercises.

In her previous life, she realized that her seventeen-year-old body was too immature and lacked any strength.

In her previous life, although she had also trained often, it was all for the sake of pleasing Noah. In this life, she swore to focus on her training and to do her best. Because of the harsh feedback, there would definitely be no flaws.

While Shirley was focused on her training, on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, Wilburn was leaning against the railing. He looked at the slender figure from afar, and his hand was waving a glass of red wine. Occasionally, he would bring it to his lips. The red wine entered his mouth, and the swallowing motion caused his Adam's apple to move. It was exceptionally sexy.

"This is what a flower is like..." He smiled and said faintly.

At noon on Thursday, the video of the Supermodel Competition from last week had been uploaded online, and it had caused a huge uproar.

The biggest highlight of the video was naturally the scene of Shirley and Helen teasing each other, as well as the scene of Rita and Shirley arguing about the price of clothes.

The moment the video was released, the public opinion was almost completely in favor of her.

"I feel sorry for my dear Helen. She is really being bullied by others!"

"Helen is too kind-hearted. Seeing her cry makes my heart ache. Shirtley is bullying the weak, so she should die!"

"Shirley is not worthy of being a model. Get out of the Supermodel Competition!"

"Rita is the real goddess of the models. I am the number one beauty in my heart!"

"Shirley is too low! She actually dares to compete with Rita in showing off her wealth in such a shabby outfit!"

"Shirley, who has such a low standard and professional skills, actually managed to get the first place in this hard photo? Is she being cheated?"

"It's definitely a black screen! It's definitely a black screen! Get out of the Supermodel Competition!"