Sweet Twins novel Chapter 80

For no apparent reason, Doris got angry. A wicked smile curled on her lips as she typed her reply, "Let's not go to a night club or to a bar today. Let's go somewhere new."

"Are you gonna invite me over to your house?" the "only beautiful woman" asked.

Doris snorted at the girl's response. She was making this all too easy. The Fang family took great care in maintaining their reputation. It was impossible for Jay to take the women he played around with to his home. His family would never condone his actions. He could fool around as much as he wanted, but his womanizing must never enter the family house.

Doris texted the address to the woman.

"What is this place?" the woman replied with an wide-eyed emoji.

The Fang family villa was located in one of the most upscale districts in the city, so why was the address "The Southern City Apartment"?

For them to be living in an apartment… It was something that was not befitting of their position.

The girl had no idea that it was Doris' apartment she would be going to.

"You'll know when you come," Doris sneered as she replied.

"Aren’t you coming to pick me up? It's already late and I'm afraid of going alone," the girl sweet-talked in her next reply.

Doris threw a cautious glance towards the bathroom. Jay's figure was hardly visible through the frosted glass door.

If there were more women...

"I just got out of the bath so I can't come and get you. I need a bit of time to get things ready for your visit too, darling. Why don't you take a cab instead? I'll pay for it," Doris sent another reply.

"Well, actually… Can you give me a little more?" the girl replied with a blushing emoji.

Doris almost laughed at the girl's message. However, she composed herself and answered. "Sure. How much do you want?"

"Well, a million would do."

Doris gaped at her phone as she reread the message to make sure she read it right. There was no mistake. 'These women are unbelievably shameless. Do they really take Jay for a fool?

Well, not that it’s surprising. He certainly thinks only with his other head down below when it comes to women. It's his fault he got entangled in this mess.'

She took a deep breath to calm down. Then, with gritted teeth, she agreed, "Sure, honey. I'll give you a million, but only if you keep it a secret that I'm seeing you today. Can you do that?"

"Of course! I won't tell anyone. I love you! I'll take a taxi now. Wait for me, honey. I'll be there as fast as I can," the girl excitedly replied.

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you,"

Doris replied with a smug smile.

'Now for the others,' she thought. Next, she invited other women over as well.

Jay certainly had an impressive collection. There was no end to their names—some of which were so tasteless that Doris had to resist the urge to barf. One of them was saved as "Heaven". 'Men,' she rolled her eyes. 'Are they really that incapable of using their brains?'

Even as she frowned in distaste, Doris continued to carry out the plan. After going through several names, it was as if these women were made from the same template. She used the same coaxing words and they all swooned; the only difference was with how much money they asked. The highest amount was a million while the lowest was a hundred thousand.

It was unexpected how simple these women were. None of them even thought twice on agreeing, especially when the cash was thrown in the conversation.

As the saying goes, "Money makes the mare go."

Even she liked money too.

She was not among those people on their high horses who insisted on morality over wealth. In this world, money was important, and Doris was a practical woman; however, the thought of dirtying her hands for wealth did not sit right with her.

Money was valuable, but it was not so valuable that she would willingly give herself to someone just for the sake of having more of it.

'Forget shame. These women don't seem to have even an ounce of self-respect,' Doris thought. Her message had been clear enough. She told those women that Jay had already taken a bath. There was no way they didn't know what they were coming over for.

And not one of them refused.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, Doris quickly put Jay's phone where she found it.

He stepped out the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Doris composed herself and tried to keep an air of nonchalance.

"What were you doing?" Jay asked.

"Nothing, really..." she answered as her eyes followed his movements around the room. 'Thank God I was able to delete the message history. It would have been bad if I left any evidence,' Doris inwardly sighed in relief.

However, she forgot one crucial fact: the messages could also be seen from the other women's phones.

"What is it?" Jay felt Doris' eyes on him as he walked around the room.

There was something about the weight of her gaze that unsettled him.

"Are you hungry?" Doris asked, skillfully diverting the conversation.

"Yes, actually. But could we eat something that's not noodles? It's delicious but eating it too often will make me sick of it." As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.

Doris clapped her hands in feigned enthusiasm. "Of course! I'll cook you a big meal. Is there anything you want?" she asked.

Jay was a little taken aback at the change in her attitude. 'What's up with her?

Just earlier, she was screeching at me like a cat gone mad.

Why is she acting sweet now?'

"Hmmm... I want to eat spicy lobsters, stewed sea cucumbers, steamed abalones and a stewed pork," Jay answered.

Doris listened as he mentioned one dish after another. He spoke so casually as if these cost nothing.

'Hey, even I rarely eat abalone and see cucumbers,' she complained silently to herself. 'Does this guy think I'm rich?'

However, she kept her chagrin to herself. Now was not the time for griping. In order to make her plan work smoothly, she had no choice but to do it. It was a temporary concession. "Well, you can watch TV for a bit. I'll be back soon," she said.

"Hum," Jay hummed his agreement quietly. He sat on the sofa and began flipping through the channels with the remote.

Doris grabbed her handbag and walked out of the room, watching him with a last wicked smile before she closed the door.

She saw a taxi already nearing the apartment as she went downstairs.

It stopped right in front of her, and a woman in a red tight skirt stepped out.

She was the first girl Doris talked to on Jay's phone.

Doris recognized her from her WeChat photos.

Doris gave her a small, friendly smile as she walked past.

However, her gesture was returned only with a disdainful glance from the other woman.

Doris scoffed inwardly and walked silently towards her second-hand car.

As soon as she got in, several other taxis pulled up in front of her apartment. They were like a swarm of ants heading towards the same direction.

These women's punctuality were praiseworthy. Doris was almost impressed. Perhaps they were afraid that if they came too late, Jay would change his mind.

Already anticipating the next events, she turned on the ignition and drove off with a victorious laugh.

'Enjoy your gift, Jay,' she grinned wickedly.

Back inside the apartment, Jay was sprawled comfortably on the sofa as he watched TV.

A knock on the door pulled his attention from the show he was watching.

Thinking that Doris had forgotten her wallet and came back to get it, he stood up and walked to the door. "How careless," he muttered with his brows slightly furrowed He opened the door and the next moment, a woman was jumping over him,

wrapping her arms around his body.

"Mr. Fang, it's so hard to find this place. Sorry to keep you waiting," she said in a sweet, honeyed voice as she stood on tiptoe and tried to kiss him.

In his confusion, Jay slapped his hand on her lips to dodge her and asked, "How did you get here?"

"Humph! Honey! Didn't you ask me to come here?" She rolled her eyes at him playfully and continued, "It has been a while. I guess you really wanted to see me. Or were you expecting to see someone else?" The girl suddenly turned angry as she asked.

"Wait, did you say that I asked you to come here?" Jay repeated in disbelief. He didn't have the slightest idea about what Doris orchestrated.

"Yeah. Here, you sent me these messages just earlier. How could you forget it so quickly?" the girl complained, her lips pouting. She took out her phone and showed him their conversation. "You even called me "honey". It's been so long since you last called me that. It made me really happy. I missed you."