At this moment, Ryan's soul had already flown to the heavens. His right hand was still gripping half of Evelyn's full breast, the constant sensations at his fingertips making him dizzy with pleasure. When he saw Evelyn crouch down and move toward his lower body, he had already guessed what was about to happen.
It was a scene he had only seen several times in those videos that Old Foggy thought he had successfully hidden from him.
Back then, he had also fantasized that one day someone would serve him like this—but who knew that day would come so quickly?
Especially watching Evelyn's alluring face, that flushed mouth moving toward his little brother, he almost felt like he was about to explode. It was too damn stimulating, too damn soul-stealing. At this moment, he even wished this train would never stop…
"Bang bang bang…" Just as Ryan was fantasizing about the train never stopping, just as Evelyn's rosy lips were about to envelop his little brother, hurried knocking suddenly came from outside the door, instantly pulling the two lost in a daze back to reality.
"The train is about to arrive at the station. People inside, come out quickly…" The annoying voice sounded at this moment.
At this instant, Ryan even had the urge to smash the iron door and tear the person outside into pieces. Damn it—didn't they know that ruining someone's good moment brings retribution?
Couldn't you have come a bit later?
This was the most critical moment!
Evelyn's burning desire was also instantly extinguished by the voice. She looked at Ryan with deep resentment and regret.
Ryan was equally aggrieved. What the hell was this?
Was there really such a coincidence in this world?
"Did the people inside hear me? Come out immediately. If you don't, I'm opening the door!" The train attendant's impatient voice sounded again.
"Alright, alright, coming…" Although extremely unhappy inside, Ryan still shouted back. No choice if they really unlocked the door and saw him like this, what then?
Evelyn also stood up with a face full of regret, straightening the clothes that Ryan had messed up. Ryan hurriedly pulled up his pants, complaining resentfully while dressing, "Sis, I'm so miserable…"
"It's okay, be good. Remember my number. When you arrive in the City, call me anytime. I'll definitely compensate you properly…"
After saying that, she lightly kissed Ryan's lips, then generously opened the restroom door and walked back to her seat with her head held high under the train attendant's astonished gaze.
Ryan also glared fiercely at the attendant before striding out proudly, Evelyn's fragrance still lingering on him.
"Damn, doing it so openly—I've really seen it all…" Seeing the two completely shameless, the attendant muttered a quiet curse, but Ryan happened to hear it.
He really wanted to turn back and curse the attendant, but seeing the passengers' looks of envy and jealousy, he ultimately restrained himself. His skin wasn't thick enough yet.
When passing Evelyn, he shot her a meaningful smile, and she smiled back, her soul-hooking eyes fluttering…
This scene made a boy not far away burn with resentment.
If he had been more proactive, such a good thing should have been his!
But fortunately he had reacted quickly and called the train attendant. Otherwise, such a fine cabbage would have been rooted by a pig. He really didn't believe the two could have done much in such a short time.
After returning to his seat and picking up his bag, Ryan felt something was off. Logically, even if the train was arriving, the attendant would at most remind restroom users to hurry out—why threaten to open the door?
Unless he knew there were two people inside who weren't just using the restroom.
But how did he know?
Thinking of this, Ryan 's gaze shifted—just in time to meet a mocking look. Seeing the smug expression on the man who looked somewhat similar to him, Ryan immediately understood.
Damn it, it must be this bastard, jealous and resentful, secretly informing the train attendant. Just wait till I catch you somewhere with no one around—let's see how I deal with you!
Thinking about how he had almost been ruined, Ryan's hatred surged.
At this moment, the train broadcast announced arrival, and the roaring train slowly stopped. Passengers carried their luggage off the train one by one. Ryan naturally followed Evelyn out of the station, just about to offer to walk her out—
when the boy who had ruined his moment on the train walked over.
"Miss, My brother will be here to pick me up soon. How about I give you a ride on the way?"
After realizing Evelyn was easy to approach, the boy had mustered his courage. In his view, whether in looks or dress, he was far superior to Ryan. If that guy could hook her, why couldn't he?
"No need. The person picking me up is here."
Evelyn coldly replied, pointing toward a black Audi A6 parked not far away. Then she turned to Ryan and said, "Remember to call me, Ryan …"
After that, she winked at him, pulled her suitcase, and walked toward the black Audi.
The driver had already gotten out respectfully, helping place her luggage into the trunk and opening the door for her. Only after she got in did he return to the driver's seat.
The Audi slowly started. The rear window lowered again, revealing Evelyn's beautiful face. She made a phone gesture toward Ryan, then blew him a kiss before the window rose…
Watching the Audi gradually drive away, Ryan felt extremely conflicted. Damn it—he had been just that close!
"Heh, you don't really think she took a fancy to you, do you? Look at her style she's either a boss of a company or the wife of one. Why would someone like that fancy you? You were just her plaything…" The completely ignored man sneered.
"I'll play your damn mother—" Ryan, already holding back a bellyful of anger, couldn't take it anymore. He threw a punch straight into the man's nose, instantly making it bleed and knocking him to the ground.
"You dare hit me? Do you know who my dad is?" The man clutched his nose, standing up in disbelief.
"Who the hell cares who your dad is? You ruined my moment of course I'm beating you!" Still not satisfied, Ryan kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling again.
"You're dead! You're dead! My dad is the general manager of Emerald Group in the city I'm telling you, you're finished…" the man shouted angrily, struggling to get up but not daring to fight back due to Ryan's momentum.
Ryan couldn't be bothered with him. Emerald Group? What kind of crap group was that? He'd never even heard of it.
"My dad's here that's his car. How about that, impressive, right? It cost over a million! Apologize now and I might spare you…" Just then, the boy jumped up again, pointing at a Mercedes-Benz E350 not far away, as if driving such a car was something incredible.
At that moment, a silver-black sports car suddenly shot out from behind the Lexus and stopped directly in front of Ryan.
Because the car was smaller and had been blocked earlier, the boy hadn't noticed it.
But when he saw this silver-black supercar with an overwhelmingly imposing design, his eyes filled with shock. He even forgot to cover his bleeding nose and blurted out, "Lamborghini Reventón?"
This was a top supercar worth over fifteen million…
Someone in Greenfield actually owned such a car?
"Yep. My aunt's car. She's here to pick me up," Ryan said casually.
"Your aunt?" The man's eyes filled with surprise but even more with disdain. This guy must be trying to scare him.
But at that moment, the car door lifted upward, and a tall woman stepped out…
She wore a white shirt with a black blazer, her full chest stretching the fabric to the brink. Below was an ultra-short skirt, long legs wrapped in black stockings, and black high heels on her feet everything about her displayed mature charm.
Her appearance was even more stunning she looked like she was in her twenties, yet her gaze carried a unique allure that only mature women possess.
"Ryan …" The woman had just stepped out when she saw him standing ahead and immediately walked forward, pulling him into an embrace…
Seeing the rustic-looking boy embraced by such a fashionable woman, the man's earlier contempt was completely replaced by shock.
A guy dressed in cheap street-market clothes had not only gained the favor of that mature woman earlier, but now also had such a beautiful and wealthy aunt?
Had he gone crazy?
Or had the world gone crazy?