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As might be expected, the laid-back, carefree young master of the Aiken family, known for sauntering through a life of hedonism without attracting any "dirt", was interested only in beauties. Ethan smiled with an air of languor, coiling his arm around his female companion's slender waist. "Good girl." "Oh, stop it..." The woman blushed in a quintessential seductress way as she gently thumped Ethan's chest, her bashfulness and flirtatious signals mixed perfectly. The driver ahead remained stone-faced. But inwardly, he couldn't help but remark that his employer was a renowned ladies' man. The women around him never lasted more than a week, and the one he was with was on the brink of setting a new record. Yes, he was convinced that in a maximum of two more days, Ethan the Lover of All Women would be changing his partner again. ... Having left the Aiken residence, Jolene finally found herself in the streets. She patted herself down, but to her disappointment, found no money. She had no cho