Sir Wayne was on the scene, proving that the air quality in Fasker City was ten thousand times better than Lundan’s, due to it being a port city where the Wind Element and Water Element were quite prevalent.
The three women returned from the shop and dove into the bedroom to change clothes.
In the same bedroom, the chattering made for a lively atmosphere.
As a fashion designer, Wayne had intended to offer his guidance on their attire in person, but some shortsighted person had locked the door, leaving the professional stranded outside.
Vivian White was used to indulging others, Mona never locked doors, so it was obvious who the culprit was.
"It’s one thing to guard against perverts, but gentlemen too?"
Wayne played with dogs and teased cats, mumbling complaints to himself when suddenly he furrowed his brow, sniffed, and looked toward the suite’s main door.
The scent of perfume.
The door was knocked.
Ever since the incident with the uncovered silver, the aunt and niece duo never knocked on Wayne’s door at night, even if the house were on fire, they would wait until the next day to see him.
The number of women Wayne knew in Fasker City was limited, the three most familiar ones were changing inside the room, and the aunt and niece duo were unlikely to offer themselves up, so using his toes, he could guess the identity of the visitor.
"Brilliant, business comes knocking."
Wayne opened the door to find Marian, dressed in an enthusiastic manner, standing in the hallway.
The young heiress of the Snow Family was clad in a red evening gown, her red lips and red hair were paired with white waves, and her eyes were seductive enough to spin silk.
Not bad, a great assist!
Wayne listened carefully. The moment the door was knocked, the chattering in the bedroom immediately quieted down.
"Sir Wayne, I apologize for the intrusion, but may I have the honor of inviting you to a musical play?" Marian said, holding a briefcase and bending over to place it by the door.
The bend was slow and ladylike, the deep V of the evening gown starting an arsenal display phase.
As she got up, she flicked her long red hair by her ear, her body language was enchanting, making her invitation hard to refuse.
Wayne didn’t refuse. He put on white gloves and picked up the briefcase, "Sure, why not? But what’s with the stuff? Don’t bring things next time. If someone sees, they’ll think Sir Wayne is openly accepting bribes!"
"You jest, sir. They’re just some local specialties, not valuable at all."
Seeing Wayne didn’t refuse, Marian’s eyes grew three times more seductive, as she brought up the musical play again.
What sort of musical play would you listen to late at night, dressed like that, from head to toe? You must be a performing artist, right?
Wayne knew what Marian intended to perform tonight—the score was written all over her chest. If his guess was right, it would probably involve an orchestra.
Those high-class brass instruments, usually with piston valves and sometimes rotary valves, start with the trumpet then move on to the trombone, and suddenly in the midst of it, it turns from an orchestra into percussion—quite unconventional.
"I’m truly honored to receive an invitation from Miss Marian, but..."
Wayne was interrupted as the bedroom door opened and a hand stretched out to beckon him.
Then another hand appeared, followed by yet another.
"But as you can see, my condition does not allow me to partake in the vigorous activity of a musical play."
Wayne held his waist regretfully, "Let’s do it another time. My schedule for tonight is full. Tomorrow, get in touch with my secretary for an appointment, and she’ll arrange a slot for me."
The door closed, leaving Marian in darkness, only the sound of laughter from inside reaching her ears.
"Hehehe, here I come, my beauties!"
She snorted coldly and flicked the long hair by her ears, her face marked with indignation as she left.
The task was half complete. Wayne kept her gifts but not her company.
Looking at the outcome, the beauty trap was a clear failure, irrelevant to Marian’s own charm—as the odds were stacked with more people on the other side and Wayne’s poor health.
The failed outcome proved the beauty trap viable; Lord Lundan of the Union Jack did have a taste for it!