The club's bar was blasting with electronic music, the beat so loud it was almost deafening. It was the weekend, and the bar had organized some special events, bringing in a well-known DJ for a live performance. A lot of people had come just to see the show. Jayson sat at the high vantage point at the top of the bar, watching the performance in front of the stage. Bikini-clad hot girls danced passionately on stage, stirring the atmosphere with their gyrating bodies. This reminded Jayson of Sidney, whom he had just met. According to her profile, her figure was just as stunning as those girls.
Since the news about his intention to get married had spread, the reactions outside had been polarized. Some saw marriage into the Nixon family as a way to secure their business future, a strategic move to align with their power and influence. Others, however, were repulsed by the idea. While they were willing to drink with Jayson and send a few women to his room, the thought of offering their own daughters to the Nixon family was simply out of the question—a line they wouldn't cross, no matter the benefit. No one in B City was unaware of the wealth of the Nixon family, nor was anyone ignorant of who his father was. Jayson didn't care. After all, his father had told him since he was young that how he played outside didn't matter, as long as it didn't cause any trouble. A wife was expected to be a part of the family, someone who would bear children and manage the home, not just an outsider brought in for convenience or status.
Jayson sat on the sofa, sipping the cocktail that had been served. A bodyguard came in and whispered in his ear that Sidney had just left.
Jayson smiled, very satisfied. His future wife wasn't a woman who lingered in such places.
He had met Sidney through her father, who had brought her profile to him. From the start, he was filled with doubt. A girl this impressive: a graduate of the top university in the country, tall with perfect proportions, stunningly attractive, skilled in multiple cuisines, and even holding a professional culinary certification—how could she be presented to him like a product, with a resume for him to evaluate?
After sending someone to investigate, it was discovered that Sidney was the illegitimate daughter of Esteban, but he had adopted her since birth. The outside world had always believed Sidney was an orphan, abandoned by a distant relative of the Calderon family, and they admired Esteban for his generosity in taking her in. What they didn't know, however, was that beneath his public image of kindness, Esteban was a man of hidden vices—promiscuous and unfaithful, with secrets that no one saw.
The Calderon family had been a scholarly family since their ancestors, with members who had held important government positions. A portion of their family's business was related to charity, and maintaining their public image was crucial. Naturally, such matters couldn't be exposed. Jayson had only recently learned that Sidney was an illegitimate child of the Calderon family, but the identity of her biological mother remained a complete mystery. The Calderons had done an excellent job of keeping that secret hidden. But he didn't care, as she met all his criteria for a wife.
Jayson's personal phone rang. He took it out of his suit pocket and slid it open to answer.
"Hello? Dad. Got it, I'll return tomorrow."
After hanging up, a girl entered the private room. The bodyguards seemed to know her well and didn't stop her. She immediately clung to Jayson like an octopus, the strong scent of luxury perfume filling the air. Jayson's brow twitched ever so slightly, and he coldly fixed his gaze on the stage ahead, allowing her to hold his hand as her chest pressed against it.
The woman was not wearing anything underneath her tank top.
"Baby..."
Jayson didn't turn his head, only glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He smirked and casually slid his hand into her tank top, playing with her chest and pinching her waist.
"Isn't it you who said you liked women with big breasts? I had no choice but to gain a little weight," the woman pouted, her legs slightly apart beneath her short skirt, revealing the tops of her thighs.
She leaned in and kissed Jayson, taking his other hand and pulling it inside her skirt. She paid no mind to the presence of the bodyguards. In turn, the bodyguards, unfazed, discreetly drew the curtains and quietly exited the room.
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The headline of the entertainment news the next morning featured a photo of Jayson kissing a popular young model. The caption described her as Jayson's latest lover, flourishing thanks to his social circle and the generous advantages she'd gained from him. Once a modest college student who dabbled in modeling, she had now reinvented herself as a prominent car model, draped in diamond watches and luxury handbags that spoke volumes about her newfound status.
At this moment, Jayson was at his father Finnegan's residence, sitting beside him, watching as his father angrily slammed the newspaper onto the table.
"You can do whatever you want, but you're getting married next month. Can't you show a little self-control?"
"That woman came onto me herself. All she wanted was some exposure. Nothing happened after that; I sent her away."
"Hmph! This young model isn't simple." With that, he summoned a bodyguard and instructed him to handle the matter.
"You're about to get married, so it's time to tone it down. I always say, when you choose a wife, choose wisely. You're marrying a good woman, but if you keep fooling around, she's not going to feel great about it. Don't end up like Dad, regretting not treating Mom better when it's too late!"
