The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 73

Chapter 73: Don’t Want to Work Hard

“I’ll go and see,” Romeo was not convinced. He walked to the glass window, pushed it open, and stuck his head out. “Maybe it’s not as dangerous as you said…”

Before he could finish, the strong wind outside slapped Romeo’s face. Romeo looked down, as if standing on the highest cliff in the world, and could hardly see the scenery at the bottom.

“Maybe we should forget it,” Romeo decisively closed the window. He still cherished his life.

“Sigh!” Claire was frowning in distress. “Roflora is gone just like that!”

Romeo shrugged. In fact, he didn’t really want to buy Roflora. He wanted to buy the shop next to Roflora—a secret shop called Omega, which specialized in expensive sex toys.

Please, a VIP presidential suite, a double swing, a mirror on the ceiling, such good equipment, of course, you need some exquisitely made lingerie to spice things up. Of course, this slightly embarrassing thought, Romeo did not tell anyone. Now that this idea was shattered, there was even less need to say it.

“Sigh!” Romeo was also wearing a distressed frown. His PLAY life was temporarily gone just like that.

“Romeo, are you in this room?” Wen En knocked on the door and asked.

“The door is unlocked,” Romeo’s voice came from inside.

Wen En pushed the door open and saw Wen En and Claire sitting on the small sofa in the room, looking sad, as if they were worried about something.

“What’s wrong?” Della came in a step behind him and asked with confusion when she saw this scene.

“Nothing,” Claire sighed. “I just want to find a sugar mommy.”

It was clear that she didn’t want to work hard at all.

“Come here for a moment,” Della said. “I have something to tell you.”

“Good news or bad news?” Claire said.

“Not good, not bad,” Della said.

Claire’s interest was piqued. “Is my sugar mommy here?”

Della: “Of course not.”

“Alright then,” Claire was visibly disappointed.

Seeing Claire and Della leave the room, Romeo looked sad and sighed again, “Sigh—”

“What’s wrong?” Wen En walked over, tapped Romeo’s forehead, and said jokingly, “Do you want to find a sugar daddy too?”

“I already have one,” Romeo hugged Wen En’s waist, buried his face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, “I’m your pretty boy, have you forgotten, Wen En?”

Wen En was amused. “Then I have to work hard. It’s not cheap to raise a pretty boy like you.”

Wait, Wen En suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt something wet and hot on his chest, like a piece of chewing gum. Wen En looked down and pried Romeo’s head away. “What are you doing?”

Wen En was so angry he laughed. The buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned by this little bastard at some point.

“Hey, Wen En, why did your shirt burst open?” Romeo was still playing dumb, with a surprised expression on his face. “Wen En, let me help you button it up.” With that, he reached out his wandering hands.

“Ow, ow, ow—” Unfortunately, he was not happy for long. Wen En grabbed his hand and twisted it hard. “Wen En, my hand, my hand is going to be broken!”

Wen En let go.

“Hiss, you’re too ruthless,” Romeo said through gritted teeth.

Wen En just glanced at him, buttoned up the open shirt, and said, “Alright,” Wen En said, “I just came over to tell you that you and Claire are not to leave this hotel room unless it’s necessary.”

“What is ‘necessary’?”

“It means that you can’t leave here without my and Della’s permission.”

“Ah, why? And there’s a shopping center downstairs!” Romeo protested.

“You don’t have any money. What are you going to do in the shopping center?” Wen En narrowed his eyes and sized up Romeo. “Could it be that you’re still hiding some private account…”

“No, really no,” Romeo raised his hand and said, “I swear to God, all my assets have been frozen. I really don’t have any money left.”

“That’s good,” Wen En sneered and gently patted Romeo’s face. “You’re already a pretty boy. You have to be obedient. After all, no sugar daddy likes a pretty boy who causes trouble everywhere, right?”

This slap, although not strong, carried a hint of admonishment and warning. Unfortunately, for a stubborn donkey like Romeo, these words had no deterrent effect at all. Romeo let out a low laugh, but his hands were not honest, testing Wen En’s bottom line. Romeo said in a low voice, “If I cause trouble, how will you punish me?”

“Are you addicted to acting?” Wen En slapped Romeo’s hand away.

It is very addictive, Romeo thought.

“Wen En, look,” Romeo pointed to the double swing next to the bed, then to the ceiling. Wen En followed his direction and looked up, just in time to see the mirror embedded in the ceiling.

“What the hell is this design…” Wen En was speechless.

“I think this design is quite clever,” Romeo said. “When we’re on the double swing, first like this, then like that, you look up and see the mirror reflecting our movements…”

Wen En: …

Wen En: “I refuse.” That sounds too strange and disgusting.

“But…”

Romeo still wanted to persuade Wen En, but he saw Wen En take out his communicator from his pocket and say, “Shh, I’m taking a call.”

No, he’s changing the subject, right? Romeo reached out, and Wen En once again ruthlessly slapped his hand away. “Alright, I understand. I’ll be right down,” Wen En said and hung up.

“I have to go downstairs for work,” Wen En said. “You can rest here.”

“I’m going too,” Romeo quickly followed.

The two went down to the first floor and saw RV and Della sitting at the dining table, looking at the computer screen with serious expressions, while Claire was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the Sailboat Hotel’s travel brochure in boredom.

“Go and play with Claire,” Wen En gently patted Romeo’s shoulder. His tone was like he was coaxing a teenager who had just entered puberty, which made Romeo shiver.

“So, what’s going on?” Wen En shifted his attention from Romeo to Della and RV. “Did the Scotch brothers order room service?”

“Oh, no,” Della pointed to the computer screen and said, “It seems they ordered some kind of special service.”

The computer screen showed the surveillance camera of the hotel elevator. Four scantily clad Omegas were pressing the elevator button for the 175th floor, but this elevator required a room card to go to the desired floor. The Omegas had to wait in the elevator. One of them took out his phone and made a call, and only then did the three numbers “175” light up on the elevator’s floor display.

Isn’t this just delivering themselves to the door?

Wen En said, “Let them come to the 174th floor for a visit first.”

Della tapped the keyboard and tampered with the elevator’s operating program. “Done.”

The Sailboat Hotel, as expected, had the most advanced elevator system in T27. In a short while, the elevator on the 174th floor opened again, and four Omegas in sexy clothes and heavy makeup walked out.

“It’s quieter here than I thought,” one of the Omegas said, looking at the screen opposite the elevator. “I heard there was a party here, so I came.”

“Because this is the 174th floor, you idiot,” another Omega pointed to the elevator floor display behind him and said.

“Hey, show some respect, you ***. You know I followed you out.”

“What the hell? I was the one who saw you walk out, and I followed you.”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Bullshit, it’s all your fault!”

…

The four Omegas were arguing about who had led whom to the wrong place, like a group of screaming flamingos, with no one willing to back down.

Wen En and Della in the dining room looked at each other.

Wen En said in a low voice, “You go.”

Della: “I’m not going.”

“You go,” Wen En’s gaze shifted to RV.

RV shook his head frantically.

Wen En signaled RV with his eyes. RV then looked at Claire and Romeo, who were sitting on the sofa. Claire gave RV a big eye roll, and Romeo simply ignored him.

It was impossible to count on these two. “Alright, I’ll go,” RV chose to compromise.

He stood up, patted his shirt, and cleared his throat to make himself look very professional. Then he walked through the living room, went around the screen, and looked at the four Omegas who were arguing with red faces. “Hey, hello.”

“Oh~ hello,” an Omega in a light blue tube top looked RV up and down with a provocative gaze. “You must be a friend of the Scotch brothers, right? Where’s your party?”

Another Omega with eyeliner that flew to his temples reached out, intending to flirt with RV. RV, as a middle-aged Alpha with a family, quickly took a step back and at the same time, took out his work ID from his shirt pocket and said:

“I’m not a friend of the Scotch brothers. I’m an interstellar police officer. Please come with me.”

The flirtatious and seductive look in the Omegas’ eyes instantly disappeared. One Omega retreated to the elevator door and frantically pressed the down button. Another Omega took out his phone. Intuition told RV that this Omega was probably trying to send a text message to the Scotch brothers for help.

Unfortunately, they had encountered RV. RV usually looked like a slacking middle-aged man, but he had been a ruthless character in his youth. In addition, he had a stable and harmonious family relationship, so he would not show any mercy to these Omegas who were trying to flirt with him.

RV quickly took out his laser pistol, the muzzle pointed at the forehead of the Omega who was trying to send a message to the Scotch brothers, and said coldly and ruthlessly, “Throw all your electronic devices on the ground! If you still want to live.”

“Are you sure?” one of the Omegas said hesitantly.

“Hurry up!” RV said coldly.

“Alright,” the Omega who had a gun pointed at his head dropped his phone.

Seeing this, the other three Omegas also took out their electronic devices and threw them on the ground.

This time, RV finally knew what the “Are you sure?” just now meant.

On the ground, there were not only the Omegas’ phones for calling and texting, but also various styles of dildos, including but not limited to: oval bullet-shaped, small lipstick-shaped, beaded… and even one that looked like a deep-sea octopus tentacle.

An Omega took out a small box with a button from his pocket and gently placed it on the ground. “Sir, when you take this thing, you must handle it with care.”

RV: …

This thing looked strangely evil. RV was experienced. He looked at the square small box with a button and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The Omega pointed to his hip bone and said, “Its other part is here. If you accidentally turn it on, I can’t say what will happen.”

RV: …

RV’s vision went black. He knew it couldn’t be anything good.