Chapter 1251 - 1247: If I Become a Male Escort, Would You Agree?

"Of course, it’s something work-related."

"Can’t we discuss it later?"

"No."

"..."

Luke Land reluctantly stood up and followed Asher Land into the president’s office.

Once inside, Luke couldn’t help but grumble, "Third brother, you’re coming in at a really bad time, you know?"

"Of course I know." Asher Land looked utterly unbothered. "I did it on purpose."

"..."

Recently, Asher had been feeling quite unbalanced; Sophie Smith was busy with her studies and had neglected him for a week. So... seeing Luke Land and Eva Miller in the office being affectionate, he decided to intervene.

"Why did you do it on purpose?" Luke Land showed a face of distress. "So you can be with Sophie in the office doing AI but I can’t have a clandestine affair here with Little Chili?"

Asher Land: "..."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave. She’s bored alone in the office." With that, Luke Land prepared to leave the office.

"The client from the Middle East, you should entertain them well tonight." Asher Land suddenly spoke up.

"I know."

"If necessary... you could also entertain them with your body."

Asher Land’s tone was odd, forcing Luke Land to turn around, "What do you mean by that?"

"The client you’re meeting today is quite significant, royalty from the Middle East. I heard there’s a princess coming along, and she seems to fancy Chinese men..." Asher Land intentionally joked with him.

"..."

So he meant to pleasure a Middle Eastern princess with his body?

Luke Land’s mouth twitched, looking distressed.

"Third brother, this wonderful task... why don’t you handle it instead?"

"Sophie won’t allow it."

"Well... Neither will my Little Chili."

"Care to ask her about it?" Asher Land’s smile teased, and with that said, he really stood up and walked towards Eva Miller’s office.

"Hey... wait a minute!" Luke Land hurriedly stopped him, predicting what Eva might say.

Seeing the two Land brothers coming in together, and clearly heading her way, Eva Miller’s face flashed a trace of unease.

"President Land,... is there something you need?"

"Wanted to discuss something with you."

"Hmm?" Eva Miller was a little confused, surprised at Asher’s use of the word ’discuss’.

"Well, President Land, go ahead, I agree to everything."

Luke Land’s mouth twitched, his tone somewhat commanding, "Do not agree."

"The President hasn’t even said what it is, why are you refusing right away..." Eva Miller murmured softly.

"He wants me to be a duck; do you agree?" Luke Land said unexpectedly.

"What?" Eva Miller looked at Asher Land in disbelief, stunned for a moment. "President Land, did Luke Land make a mistake?"

Surely it wasn’t so bad as to resort to making his brother a ’duck’?

"He wouldn’t lose out; the service target is a Middle Eastern princess. If he ’marries’... he could still become a Prince Consort." Asher Land maintained a serious expression, jokingly.

Marry... over?

Eva Miller pursed her lips, "But President Land, Luke Land, he’s my husband, how can he ’marry’ a Middle Eastern princess?"

Luke Land’s eyes showed slight astonishment, as her words carried a possessive hint that pleased and shocked him.