"And I also want a child, a healthy child," Hefner confirmed, "preferably a boy." ”

"I'm afraid a lot of people think you're happy with your daughter." A girl, but good enough, graduated from Vanderbilt College with a bachelor's degree, received a J.D. from Columbia University in 1996, worked as a lawyer, and three years later moved back to her father's company, where she worked as a senior clerk in charge of some of the luxury hotels, record labels, casinos, and book publishing companies. It is said that Hefner loved this daughter very much, although he began to play the role of the spokesperson of "Playboy" since thirty years ago - touched every beautiful girl he met in life, rotated his female companions like a marquee, and even tried a homosexual, smoked cigars, tasted fine wine, and stuffed his garage with all kinds of new sports cars, but in front of his daughter, he has always appeared as a loving and orthodox father figure, and he carefully manages his relationship with his daughter- Never allow any female companion to appear in front of her daughter, participate in every parent-child activity held by the community or school, take her to the dentist on time, go to the amusement park, buy her another quiet and noble house adjacent to the school district, configure a driver, bodyguard, and maid for her, before she becomes an adult, every time she wants to go to her father's company or mansion to have a look, these two places have to go through a earth-shaking cleaning and tidying, everyone is neatly dressed, no bunny girls, no spirits, no cigarettes, no bikinis, Not even a slightly revealing insert or cover is in sight.

She is Hefner's little bread, little darling, his pride. Especially in the last two years, Hefner has rarely appeared in public, preferring to hide in clubs and nightclubs for idle pleasure and sharing, and many have speculated/determined that he will hand over the entire palace built on the carcasses of countless beautiful ladies to his heir within ten years.

"Something happened to Monica." Hefner stared at the ceiling, ten fingers quickly crossed in turn, "I haven't made this public yet. ”

"Oh," Hopkins said with a hint of pure sympathy, "it's sad. ”

Hefner was silent for a moment: "I would like to have another child, if possible, a boy, a girl," he curled his lips and nagged: "I am not yet sixty, I am in good health, the doctor has tested my sperm, there are quite a few and very lively, I will have an heir." ”

"Of course," Hopkins said sincerely, "of course." ”

"Do you want to see her?"

"Who?"

"My daughter, Monica." Hefner got up, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, he added several pieces of ice to the glass, did not use the mixing spoon, just reached out and stirred, and then drank it all: "You can go with me, I will go to see her every day." ”

Hopkins gave him a sympathetic glance, the man had really put a lot of effort into his daughter, he loved her, he still had illusions about her, thinking that one day she would suddenly get up and go on with her life as usual, which was a painful and hopeless thing.

But this did not prevent him from managing his business sensibly and soberly, entertaining guests, dating girls, and preparing to marry and have another or more children.

"When?"

"You decide," Hefner shrugged, "I can visit Monica at any time." ”

"How's it going at night? Six, or seven. ”

"Six o'clock," Hefner decided, "we can bring dinner earlier and come back before the club opens." ”

As the two men left the room, they heard strange voices coming from the corner—small complaints, accusations, and flesh collisions.

"What do you think that's that?" Hefner asked, "Hopkins?" ”

"The little mouse is squeaking." The ghoul replied.

"I like your sense of humor." Hefner said.

None of them looked anywhere.

***

It took a lot of effort for Bonnie to grab Betty (who was only wrapped in a bath towel) who was about to rush into the room. Hefner would be influenced by Betty - even if she was the girl most likely to be the best playmate of the year, it was no longer a question of who was right and who was wrong - and now Hefner favored Lilith Meyer, a man who could be very affectionate and single-minded when necessary, and who could also be cold-blooded, and he would not be happy that his authority and vision would be questioned by a humble bunnygirl.

"At least you have to make yourself clean and pretty!" Bonnie whispered, "You look like a cat that has been run over by a car!" I don't think Mr. Hefner would change his appetite in such a timely manner - even if he suddenly became interested in ghosts or zombies! ”

"I know you're just trying to settle things," Betty was annoyed, but Bonnie was right, she knew, and Bonnie had a lot of strength, and if she stuck to her old idea, she would have to fight Bonnie again: "You're going to fuck off, so you don't want any accidents!" ”

Bonnie took a deep breath, Betty was not entirely wrong, she did have a little responsibility for this reckless and naïve little girl, she was Betty's introducer and mentor, given the not far kinship between them—if it really got into trouble, she would have all the bonuses deducted—especially the one before leaving, which Mr. Hefner personally awarded, ranging from $100,000 to $50,000, depending on how the girl had behaved in the past, and most importantly, Mr. Hefner's mood at the time.

Bonnie needs that money.

"I just don't want you to hit your head and bleed." Bonnie grabbed Betty's arm, who bared her teeth and writhed angrily in an attempt to break free from her suppression: "Listen, Betty," Bonnie leaned closer to the peachy face, "Don't be so ambitious, you've done a good job, you've got Mr. Hefner's appreciation, and in the near future, your picture will be on the cover of a magazine, or an insert, or both, and you will get a lot of money, after that, You might be able to find a rugby star or a rock star in the club who would marry you, and in a few years, you'll have everything, villas, yachts, diamonds, globetrotting, ...... Imagine what a wonderful future you will be, my dear...... So, now, immediately go back to your room and go to the doctor, ask him to take a good look at your face and body, and try to heal as soon as possible - before and after healing, try not to appear in Lilith Mer's presence again, it may not be easy, but try? What if you don't want to be kicked out by her? ”

"You're an idiot, Bonnie." Betty said contemptuously: "You can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't - the ready-made goods are in front of me, why should I wait?" Lilith Mayer doesn't have a diamond butt either. I just don't have a chance - I warn you, if you come back to trouble me, I'll ......"

"What about you?" Bonnie let go of her—Hefner had gone far enough anyway, and she lifted her arm grimacingly.

"Anyway...... You wait and see. Betty took two steps back with a little cringe, "You'll see." ”

"I suggest you pray three times a day from today onwards, and pray that Lilith Mer's memory is as bad as a goldfish." Bonnie said coldly, "Otherwise, you'll get out of here sooner than I do." ”

Betty spat against the wall, spit on her, and quickly scurried into the hallway, looking behind her out of the corner of her eye, and not seeing Bonnie follow, she immediately grew emboldened - staggering and swearing, yelling, and nearly knocking down Cassie as he walked down the hallway.

Cassie whistled, "She's wrong again?" ”

"She's always trying to provoke people who shouldn't be messed with." Bonnie pressed her temples down, her head aching.

"You're too busy, and even if you bring you in—no one will necessarily connect you." Cassie grinned, "Mr. Hefner will understand." ”

"I hope so. Where are you going? ”

"Gym, how's it going? Let's go for a pastime? ”

Bonnie just wanted to go back to her room to rest, but Cassie was so enthusiastic, Bonnie was dragged into the gym by her, the time was well chosen, there were only the two of them in the gym, they first opened the valve of the steam room, and then walked on the gray belt for jogging, about fifteen minutes later, Bonnie felt tired, she jumped off the treadmill, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling glass, and started yoga on the sun-drenched cushion - the bikini was not suitable for this kind of exercise, she simply took them off.

She looked at herself in the mirror, naked, her muscles tense, her skin smooth, sweat drenched with gold.

"It's beautiful." Cassie said she started yoga with Bonnie, and her skin was darker than the others, but more delicate.

Bonnie glanced at her. Cassie is not a complimentary, to be exact, every girl here is a proud and conceited stingy person who never points out the good in others, and is eager to sing about the shortcomings of others.

She apparently had something to say, and Bonnie didn't give her a chance until she entered the steam room.

After some exercise, both of them were sweating profusely, and the white steam (mixed with the fragrance of red pine) suddenly flooded them.

Cassie graciously gets Bonnie a glass of cold lemon soda, and then makes her own request - as mentioned above, every girl lucky enough to enter the mansion can apply to Hefner for a beauty fund to perfect her face and body.

Bonnie doesn't like plastic surgery and is happy with her figure, so she hasn't used this right yet, and Cassie wants the money.

"I think you've only had surgery in the first half of the year," Bonnie said sincerely, "are you not happy with it again, boobs or ass?" ”

"No," Cassie shook her head in frustration, she craned her neck and brought her face to Bonnie, "Look at my face." ”

Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise.

Cassie's forehead and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled, fine and dense, but deep, and the skin around her was dull and rough, and the muscles of her cheeks drooped down, forming a distinct figure-of-eight line on both sides of her mouth, and she turned her face sideways, and Bonnie saw her neck, and her chin was wrinkled.

Bonnie searched desperately for her memories, and she had absolutely no recollection of seeing these disgusting little things—today, before this time.

Cassie was four years younger than her.

"Oh my God."

Bonnie whispered sympathetically.

(To be continued)