Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 137: Three Celebrity Sisters
Sophia was blowing her long brown hair with a hair dryer. Three meters away, Tommy was sitting on a wooden chair in his room, holding a cup of Coke in his left hand and a hamburger in his right hand. He was eating the hamburger with big mouthfuls while admiring Sophia who was tilting her head to blow dry her long hair.
"Tommy Hawke, I suddenly feel that the distance between us seems very close. Do you realize this?" Sophia saw the bastard's blatant gaze and suddenly said to Tommy with a smile.
Tommy swallowed the food in his mouth and took a sip of Coke: "Yes, ordinary colleagues or ordinary friends would not do what we are doing now. I mean, things like girls blowing their hair are very private."
"Then why am I willing to present such a private matter to you?" Sophia continued to ask.
"You have intentions towards me, it doesn't matter, as long as you go buy Trojan, I am willing to satisfy your intentions." Tommy gave his answer honestly.
But this answer made Sophia gasp, and finally turned her head away: "Because of your stinginess! You insisted on staying in a motel on the outskirts of Quincy last night, instead of a hotel in Quincy city! And the line in my room short-circuited and broke, so I got up early in the morning and came to your room with wet hair. Tommy, do you have to live such a hard and stingy life?"
"I can be generous to you, Sophia, I mean it." Tommy lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, then raised his head and said, "If you have any intention, I am willing to provide Trojans myself. My father left me a small amount of stock, and I have to make sure not to waste it. After all, every Trojan carries the love and care of my fellow villagers in Warwick."
Sophia simply shut her mouth and completely gave up the idea of chatting with this bastard. When this bastard had nothing serious to say to her, he was like a walking human self-propelled artillery. Apart from sexualizing women, he had no other topics to talk about.
Only when you talk about serious matters can he instantly become a different person.
But he didn't say anything. This guy just continued to tilt his annoying golden head and stared at me with lustful eyes while I was eating breakfast.
"Think about Holly... Think about Holly..." Sophia said to herself, reminding herself to think about what Holly would do when facing Tommy alone. Then she said calmly, "So, what kind of cooperation will your alumnus discuss with you?"
This trick really worked. Although Tommy was still staring at Sophia, his eyes returned to normal immediately. "I don't know. I was thinking about it all night last night while lying in bed. Apart from DFS purchasing more than 100 sets of OSS from me for use in their duty-free shops, there seems to be no other possibility of cooperation."
"Then why did you come to see him?" Sophia asked.
"My high school teacher is here. Who's interested in meeting an old guy? But you don't know, my teacher is very beautiful. Have you ever seen a dating show called "Her?" The host uses the term 3S beauty to describe the female guests who are most suitable for men to marry. My high school teacher is at the 3S level." Tommy was beaming with joy when talking about Ottilia.
Sophia suppressed the urge to smash the hair dryer in the other person's face. "So what's the difference between 3S in the beauty world and 3S in college?"
The 3Ss of prestigious American universities are Study, Social, and Sleep. If a student can complete his studies in four years at college while also enjoying social activities and getting enough sleep, then he is a true superman.
"Let us welcome the super firm, super curvy, super sexy... Miss Sophia O'Connor! Look, she is undoubtedly a 3S, her figure is like a poison, which can attract all men..." Tommy imitated the tone of the host of the blind date show, used the Coke as a microphone, and shouted loudly with a long tone.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the window, interrupting Tommy's speech: "Next time, when you praise your girl, keep your voice down, you bastard! I thought you were telling the truth, and I risked being scolded by my wife to come and take a look! Even through her clothes, I know that your girl may not feel as good as touching myself..."
"Bang!" Tommy Hawke turned around and smashed the Coke cup against the glass. Although the glass was not broken, it scared a middle-aged man who had come to watch outside the window because he really thought there was a 3S beauty.
"Shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"No matter how small her fucking things are, even if they can only fit a men's vest, only I can see them, understand? If you don't want to be sent to jail, you'd better get out of here." Tommy stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and said to the man outside: "I saved your life, idiot. She is a lawyer. Do you want me to give you the microphone? Say what you just said to her again? She will not let you sell your female relatives to a brothel in order to raise money to save yourself. You are not worthy of the sacred profession of lawyer!"
The man glanced at Sophia behind Tommy. Sophia had put down the hair dryer, put on black-framed glasses, and was looking at him with a stern face.
"Sorry, it was just a joke. I thought I won the lottery just now. I didn't expect your boyfriend was just reading an advertisement. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm." The middle-aged man apologized to Sophia obediently. Lawyers are recognized in the United States as people that ordinary people cannot afford to offend.
After the other person walked away, Tommy closed the window, looked at Sophia who was staring at him seriously, and opened his arms: "Don't be too moved. It is natural for a man to protect a woman at this time. I know I am full of charm, so you can..."
"Compared to what you just said, the harm that man's words caused to me is insignificant. Thank you for promoting to men the advantages of only wearing a men's vest and saving them the expensive underwear fee." Sophia glared at Tommy, turned and walked out of Tommy's room.
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Outside a vacation home in Quincy Bay.
"Tommy~~" Ottilia raised her hand with joy on her face and shouted excitedly to Tommy Hawke who got out of the car and greeted her.
Sophia got out of the passenger seat and looked at Otilia, who was walking quickly towards her in a light blue tennis suit. "Now I believe what you said. If this lady marries you, it will be hard for you to resist the temptation. She is indeed... very beautiful, completely different from me or Holly."
Tommy glanced at her chest and said, "This is the meaning of asking you to come with me, Sophia. She attracts me with her sexy charm, and you attract me with your cheap labor. It's really completely different. "
"Ms. Farrell." Tommy looked away and looked at Otilia who was getting closer and closer: "Come to Quincy for vacation?"
"No, it's my father's friend, Mr. Miller. He has just finished building a custom sailboat, so he took this opportunity to invite our family to gather in Quincy Bay and rest for a few days." Otilia came over, explained, and then greeted Sophia warmly: "Hi, I'm Otilia, Tommy's high school advisor."
"This is Sophia, my girlfriend." Tommy introduced her without waiting for Sophia to speak.
Otilia showed the expression I had guessed long ago, shook hands with Sophia, and said in the tone of a boy's family meeting his girlfriend for the first time: "When Tommy was in high school, he was the most unique boy in the school. You have good taste."
"Believe me, he is the most unique one in Stanford." Sophia said meaningfully, emphasizing the word unique.
Tommy looked at the single-family house with a tennis court not far away and said, "Is this where Mr. Robert Miller lives?"
"No, this is my villa. Mr. Miller's villa is the closest to the sea. He doesn't need a tennis court, but he needs an independent private dock to moor his collection of sailboats. He is worried that you might not be able to relax in an unfamiliar environment, so he asked me to provide a place. Don't worry, he is a very nice guy. He is playing table football with my father in the room right now. The two of us are shouting like children." Otilia pointed to the dock in the distance and introduced it to Tommy:
"Mr. Miller's three daughters and I are playing tennis. Come on, I'll introduce you to them first, and then we'll go in together."
Tommy followed Otilia and asked as they walked, "It sounds like school work isn't that busy anymore?"
"It's true that I'm not very busy, but it's not a school job. I'm now an assistant to the Newport County Attorney, and this job is not very busy." Otilia hesitated and said, "But I miss the days of working at Lincoln High School."
"Congratulations on passing the judicial examination, but are you sure that the work of a prosecutor will be easy?" Tommy asked. "I have been dealing with lawyers recently, and I heard them say that prosecutors don't have it much easier than lawyers. Being a prosecutor's assistant will probably only be more stressful."
Otilia shrugged cutely, somewhat helplessly: "When the Inspector was my godmother, yes, I'm sure, the work was very easy, and the most tiring job was to make myself a cup of coffee."
But then she smiled brightly again and called out to the three girls on the tennis court: "Hey, girls, this is the most outstanding student I have taught in my short teaching career, Tommy Hawke, and this is his girlfriend, Sophia."
The oldest of the three girls was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, about the same age as Ottilia, and the youngest was probably only twelve years old.
Seeing the three girls, Tommy could only sigh that as expected, all the bastards from SSD had the same vulgar taste, because Miller's three daughters were all blonde. Although their looks were slightly inferior to Ottilia's, they were all very beautiful beauties.
The three girls came over politely to greet the two. Otilia introduced them to the two: "Pia, Mary, and the youngest is Alexandra. They are Mr. Miller's daughters. Pia is my classmate at Cornell University."
While Otilia and the three girls were packing up their rackets, Sophia noticed that Tommy was staring at the youngest girl, Alexandra. She curiously whispered in Tommy's ear, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Tommy looked away and said to Sophia, "It's just that my sister is close to her age. Seeing her reminded me of my sister."
But in fact, it was only after he heard the names of these three girls that he suddenly realized that these were the three Alexandra sisters, the famous American socialites, and they were actually the daughters of Robert Miller.
The eldest sister, Pia, will marry the grandson of former American richest man, oil tycoon Paul Getty in the future.
The second sister, Mary, will marry the Crown Prince of Greece in the future and become the last Crown Princess of Greece.
The youngest, Alexandra, will marry the son of German Prince von Fürstenberg in the future and become a princess.
In my previous life, Hollywood was about to make a movie about the legendary experiences of these three American socialite sisters and present it on the big screen. Even when I was in college in Boston, there were still girls who would imitate the various outfits that perfectly combined elegance and sexiness, which were pioneered by these three sisters.
In some ways, they are more famous than billionaire Robert Mueller and are considered true socialites by New York high society.
"This is pure old money style, nothing like that jerk who went to the US military base to sell smuggled cigarettes and alcohol when he was in college." When Otilia reminded him to go in and see Robert Miller together, Tommy said softly:
"I guess Mr. Robert Miller no longer remembers his original goal, but I am different. I will always remember to be an American entrepreneur with a conscience."
