The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1742

She remembered the phone number in the advertisement, and then she dialed the number. She and the advertiser made an appointment to meet at the bar at night.

Recently, Jazz had been clubbing, either for class reunions or socializing. In short, he was very busy these days.

Today he stayed outside the bar to breathe the fresh air for a while. As he walked towards the bar, he saw a very familiar slender figure in front of him. When he looked at it closely, he recognized that it was Essa.

'Why is she here?'

'She seems to be looking for someone, with her phone in her hand.'

Jazz thought that Essa had nothing to do with him. If there was a relationship between them, it must be a terrible relationship.

Jazz intended to ignore Essa, and he walked straight forward.

Just as he was about to step into the private room, Jazz saw a bald man walking out of the private room opposite and smiling at Essa.

The bald man was a little familiar to Jazz. Jazz stared at him for a long time, trying to recognize him.

But Jazz didn’t recall the man until Jazz sat on the chair and he remembered that the man was the most notorious lecherous photographer in Santabaca.

'What will happen between Essa and the man?’

'However, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with me.'

Essa was a little worried at first, because the advertiser was looking for a model.

How could she compare with a model? She neither had a beautiful appearance, nor did she have a charming figure.

But the photographer was satisfied with Essa after meeting her. Then he made an embarrassing and unexpected request.

He asked Essa to take off her shirt and just reveal her breasts. Only then did Essa realize that he wanted to take pictures of breasts.

Immediately, Essa planned to refuse him. She had never thought that the man would take photos of her breasts.

Noticing her hesitation, the photographer explained.

"Miss Reese, please don't bias art! It's very difficult to find an appropriate person, so I offer such a reward. How about I give you one thousand dollars per hour?"

Essa contemplated it and thought that artists indeed had some crazy ideas sometimes.

Now that the man had given such a high reward, Essa was tempted.

At the photographer's request, she took off her shirt to reveal her perfectly shaped, plump breasts.

The photographer felt very satisfied. He squatted on the ground and snapped a few pictures.

Afterwards, he seemed to think that Essa’s pose was not good, so he walked over and held her breasts with both hands.

Essa had never been touched by a man this way, and she felt offended. But she was suppressing her anger. "You can tell me what pose you want. Please move your hands now."

"Photographing is looking for beauty and feeling. And that kind of beauty and feeling can only be found by me. All you need to do now is cooperate."

The photographer's expression became different. He even deliberately rubbed Essa’s breasts.

'Her breasts are wonderful!'

If Essa did not notice that the man was intentionally molesting her, she would be a real big fool.

Essa couldn't suppress her anger and beat

I've seen it. By the way, what’s the police phone number?"

As he spoke, he was typing in the number. Now what he needed to do was dial it.

"Stop!" Feeling angry and anxious, Essa glared at him.

"This is the first time I've been begged this way!" Jazz shrugged. "To be honest, your attitude makes me feel very uncomfortable!

Gritting her teeth again and again, Essa suppressed the anger and said, "Sorry!"

"I feel a little better now." Jazz took his undeserved gain for granted. "Go to the hospital. Remember to let the hospital not call me again in the future, understand?"

"Of course!" Essa responded, snorting angrily. Then she took the shirt aside and put it on casually.

Jazz called her the unlucky girl secretly. As long as he met her, unlucky things happened. Essa nicknamed Jazz bastard, as he was really annoying.

Narrowing his eyes, Jazz stepped forward.

Essa followed behind in a hurry, as the buttons on her shirt were not fastened.

When they walked out of the bar, Jazz opened his car door and Essa sat in.

The moment she sat in, Jazz looked at her breasts intentionally or unintentionally and then muttered, "You really know how to use your breasts."

Though his voice was not loud, Essa heard it clearly. "What do you mean by that?"

"It’s very clear. You know that you have big breasts, and then you become a breast model. You really know how to use them, tsk tsk..." Jazz leaned against the door and said.

With the corners of Essa's mouth twitching, she became very angry. She raised her foot to kick Jazz. "Please don't mention my breasts casually! It's my breasts, not yours! Do you understand? Besides, how big my breasts are has nothing to do with you! I have big breasts. So what? Whose breasts are as small as raisins like yours?"