MY Masochistic CEO
Chapter 106 haunted

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 haunted

"Me too!"

"I have three hundred dollars here. Do you want it?"

Several girls said with disdain, looking at Kyle with contempt.

The waiter, growing impatient, said, "Sir, we do accept credit cards here."

Their credit cards were already maxed out from all the car rentals and ticket purchases. How the heck were they supposed to use them now?

"Um, can I borrow your credit card to swipe?" Kyle asked the girls, with a forced smile.

"I don’t have one!"

"Sorry, I’ve used up my credit limit."

The girls said, their expressions becoming increasingly unpleasant.

’Are you kidding me? We’re out here for a mixer, and they expect us to foot the bill? This has gotta be a joke!’

Kyle looked at Mya helplessly. "Mya, Kelsey, can you lend me some money first?"

Mya gritted her teeth. "I still have a bit of my monthly allowance left, I’ll transfer it to you."

Kelsey, on the other hand, said, "How can this be? You asked for the gathering, and now you want us to pay? Are you serious?"

Kyle and the others blushed, feeling utterly embarrassed and angry.

"Seriously, do you guys have any money to pay?" The waiter was growing impatient. "If not, maybe you should call home and ask for some."

The group fell silent, apparently out of better options.

I glanced at Lillian. She definitely had money but remained silent, obviously not wanting to get involved.

I thought about it. Since I had been footing the bill the whole time, why bother now?

I wasn’t going to play out those cliché scenes from trashy novels.

"Let’s go," I said to them.

Lillian nodded. "Mya, Kelsey, let’s go!"

With that, she picked up her bag and left. The other girls also stood up. "Wait for us, we’ll go together!"

The waiter didn’t stop them, after all, Kyle and the others were still there. I glanced at their extremely complicated expressions.

’Nowadays, if you don’t have money, it’s better not to date. Even if you do, you should go for something like grabbing a cup of instant noodles at a 24-hour convenience store.’

The group of girls left, chattering away. "Who does he think he’s fooling, acting all rich when he’s broke as a joke!"

"Exactly. I knew Kyle wouldn’t cut it. Mya, lucky you didn’t fall for his game!"

After leaving Disneyland, I asked, "Are we still going to the haunted house next?"

"Yes, of course we are!"

"It’s just a few bucks, and we’ll pay for ourselves!"

The girls said.

I smiled. These girls were quite cunning; they had a meal at Disneyland, which cost over ten grand, and they were not paying a penny. I felt a bit emotional. Being a girl was pretty easy.

"My car can only fit three, the rest will have to take a taxi," I said, getting into the driver’s seat. Lillian was in the passenger seat, Kelsey and Mya were in the back seat, while the other five took a taxi.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at a haunted house called "Terrifying Ghost House."

The haunted house was huge, reportedly covering twenty to thirty thousand square feet and spanning four floors.

Because it was the weekend, there were a lot of people playing. We waited for half an hour before it was our turn. The male tourists saw me accompanied by eight girls: their envy was palpable, and I was pretty pleased with myself.

Within the eerie confines of the haunted abode, muted illumination cast a pallid hue, punctuated by ghastly, green-hued glows, macabre spectacles of bloodied mannequins adorning the walls, a disquieting melody reminiscent of horror cinema resonating throughout, and the unsettling echoes of feminine distress piercing the air.

A group of women hid behind me, Lillian holding my right hand, Kelsey holding my left hand, Mya following closely behind me, the girls constantly screaming.

After passing through a dark corridor, we arrived at a classroom called "Third Grade, Class Two." Looking through the glass, I saw many people inside studying, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that they were all mannequins dressed as students!

However, they were still scared. Just then, a girl shouted, "Why do I feel like the mannequin on the podium moved!"

"Where? Don’t scare me! My legs are shaking!"

At that moment, another girl screamed in terror, "He moved, he really moved; I saw him twist his neck just now!"

Everyone held their breath and looked over.

"Oh my, ghosts!"l

I suddenly exclaimed, and several girls screamed. "Run, the ghost is chasing us!"

I wasn’t really that frightened deep down. These so-called "ghosts" were actually just staff members of the haunted house, their job being to spook the visitors.

So I also started running. In the chaos, everyone scattered, and I grabbed a girl in front of me and ended up in a dead end.

In the dim light, I couldn’t see her expression clearly, but I knew it had to be Kelsey.

I pushed her against the wall and bit her ear, saying, "You’ve been flirting with me during meals, what do you really want?"

The girl was trembling all over, letting out a soft moan. To me, this moan was like a spark falling into a pan of oil, instantly setting me alight.

I leaned down; the girl was stunned at first and then started struggling frantically. At that moment, my mind was clouded with joy, not caring much, and my hands began to wander.

One up, one down.

As I wanted to reach under the skirt—

Wait, skirt!?

She wasn’t wearing a skirt but pants.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Only Kelsey wore a skirt, and the other girls were in shorts.

Then, who could it be?

Sweat instantly soaked my back.

But now, how could I just let go? That would be embarrassing. So I decided to play it off, muttering, "Lillian, Lillian.."

When the girl heard the voice, her struggle weakened. I thought she must have realized I mistook her for someone else.

A girl like her definitely wouldn’t want her reputation tarnished, especially if I mistook her identity. I regained my composure, saying,

"Lillian, I will treat you well..."