"Julian, how can you lend a hand to this country bumpkin?" protested a young lady sweetly.
"Yeah, we're here to have fun, not to work."
Julian turned and gave a cold glance at the chattering women, his smile was both chilly and wicked, causing them to be scared speechless, fearing to make a sound.
Then Julian turned back with a harmless grin.
The crowd felt like they'd been dealt a bad hand.
Marcus and the elder Mr. Weng were entirely unaware of the commotion over here. Attan glanced at Julian thoughtfully but said nothing, thinking, "Free labor, might as well use it."
Later, Julian followed Marcus, helping to pick oranges. Being young and strong, he picked for an hour straight, ending up with aching back and sore muscles, watching Marcus sweet-talk and whisper to the pretty young ladies, his eyes turning green with envy.
Work truly was tough, and he didn't have the company of a beautiful young lady.
