Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne Chapter 121: Have Some Restraint

Eric Sinclair felt a warmth spreading from where their arms touched. His heart began to pound, THUMP THUMP THUMP, as if it would leap out of his chest at any mont. It was a feeling he’d truly never experienced before—unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant.

’No, it’s not just ’not unpleasant’. I like it. I like it a lot!’

"It’s just a card. As long as you’re obedient, you’ll be well-rewarded."

He had plenty of money. In fact, being rich was his most unremarkable quality. Supporting one woman like Riley Perry was nothing; he could afford it no matter how much she spent.

Riley Perry went ahead and sat right in his lap. "Haven’t I been obedient enough? I don’t even spare other n a second glance. Besides, no other man is as handso as you. They don’t even register on my radar."

’This woman, this woman is far too bold! How could she dare sit in my lap? This is unacceptable!’

He reached out to push her away, but Riley Perry unexpectedly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and planted a loud "SMACK" of a kiss on his cheek!

Eric Sinclair’s hands instantly clamped onto Riley Perry’s waist. He froze, a dopey, silly grin spreading across his face as the muscles in his thighs tensed up.

"Don’t... don’t ss around."

Riley Perry threaded the fingers of her right hand through his hair, casually teasing and stroking it. "What, you don’t like it when I kiss you?"

Eric Sinclair was so flustered he felt like an idiot. His brain seed to stop working, and his words ca out haltingly. "N-No, that’s not it."

Riley Perry kissed him again, this ti on his other cheek. ’So silly, so cute.’

The atmosphere suddenly turned charged and ambiguous. A sweet, cloying scent seed to fill the air.

Eric Sinclair licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Riley Perry’s crimson lips. ’I really want to taste them... but I can’t.’

"Riley Perry, have so self-respect."

Riley Perry: She weighed ninety-six pounds, a hundred of which were pure rebellion.

’Asking her to be reserved? She didn’t even know the aning of the word.’

Before he could push her away, her hand slipped inside his shirt.

Five minutes later, Eric Sinclair fled from Riley Perry’s room, his clothes in disarray. Sebastian Sinclair, who had been waiting outside the door, couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazent. ’Miss Perry is truly incredible. She "defiled" the young master so quickly!’

’And the Young Master’s expression, like a virtuous housewife who’s been wronged but is too ashad to speak... it’s a once-in-a-millennium sight!’

’Too bad I can’t take a picture.’

"What are you still standing there gawking for? Get a move on!"

Seeing Sebastian Sinclair still daring to stare at him, Eric Sinclair grew genuinely furious with embarrassnt. "Keep looking and I’ll dock your pay!"

Sebastian Sinclair giggled. "Going, going! Second Young Master, what’s wrong? Did your chat with Miss Perry not go well?"

The mont he heard the na "Perry," Eric Sinclair’s ears flushed red again with a SWOOSH. "Dammit, Woods, you’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?"

Woods quickly pantomid zipping his lips. The master and his subordinate swiftly disappeared down the hallway.

After Eric Sinclair left, Riley Perry stared at the closed door, a rare look of confusion on her face. ’What kind of script is this guy following? It’s been two days and I still haven’t figured it out!’

’Whatever, I’m not going to think about it. Who cares what ga he’s playing? He’s the sponsor. All I have to do is play along.’

After toweling her hair dry and blow-drying it straight, Riley Perry swayed her slender waist and went back to her room to sleep.

On the last day of the show’s recording, Riley Perry left her room at seven as usual and had a lavish breakfast at the hotel with Victoria Koenig.

"Ria, where are we going for fun today?"

Riley Perry completely ignored the warning looks from the staff and handed the choice directly to Victoria Koenig. "Is there anywhere you want to go? If so, just say the word. Director Warren is paying for everything today anyway, so we can go all out."

Victoria Koenig grew excited. "Really? Can we? Then let’s go to the arcade and play gas!"

Riley Perry gave him a very strange look. ’Is that all you can co up with? How much money can you even spend playing gas?’

"Alright, to the arcade it is!"

Just then, Riley Perry’s watch buzzed. "Tell Riley Perry, no arcade, no arcade, NO ARCADE! It’ll be a bad influence on the kids! We’re a wholeso variety show, no playing video gas on the program!"

SLAP. The call ended.

Riley Perry took a deep breath and looked at Victoria Koenig, who was sitting across from her. Director Warren had yelled so loudly that even without speakerphone, anyone within a two-ter radius could hear him.

"Think of sothing else. The arcade is out." ’What’s this about being a bad influence on kids? Director Warren is just afraid that filming in an arcade won’t have any interesting highlights.’

Victoria Koenig said, "Then let’s go to the amusent park. They have lots of thrilling rides there. We can try them all today."

"Have you never been before?"

"No. Don’t tell you have, Ria?"

Riley Perry let out a dry laugh. ’The gas *I* play are far more thrilling than any amusent park ride.’

"Actually, I’ve never been to an amusent park." ’How rude of him to ask. My family’s financial situation was average before; when would we have had the money to go to an amusent park?’

After breakfast, the two of them hailed a cab and headed straight for the amusent park.

Eric Sinclair stared at Victoria Koenig trailing after Riley Perry, finding him more and more displeasing to the eye with every passing mont.

Sebastian Sinclair, standing by the sofa, saw his young master’s foul expression and imdiately said with feigned sympathy, "Second Young Master, I want to go to the amusent park too. I’ve grown up this big and I’ve never been."

Eric Sinclair shot him a sideways glare. "Shut up."

’What’s the point of going? She has a cara crew following her, and a drone. Could I even hang out with her?’

’It’s better to just watch the livestream from the hotel.’

At the amusent park, Riley Perry and Victoria Koenig had just gotten off the drop tower. The thrill of slowly ascending to the top and then plumting in a vertical drop left Victoria Koenig’s whole body feeling like jelly. When his feet touched the ground, he nearly stumbled.

Riley Perry took a bottle of water out of her bag, took a sip, and teased Victoria Koenig with playful eyes, "You holding up? If not, we can switch to sothing less intense."

Victoria Koenig imdiately straightened his back. ’How can a man say he can’t handle it?’

"Let’s keep going, let’s keep going! I’m fine."

"So which one is next?"

Victoria Koenig had co to dread that question from Riley Perry. Every ti she let him choose, he ended up in a sorry state. He really didn’t dare to pick another thrilling ride.

Seeing the predicant on his face, Riley Perry had to suppress a laugh. "Why don’t we take a break? I’m craving so ice cream."

"Okay, okay, good idea! I’m thirsty too. Ria, you wait here, I’ll go buy it. What flavor do you want?"

"Strawberry."

"Got it, I’m on my way."

Riley Perry sat on a bench in the shade, watching the bustling crowds in the amusent park. Within the crowd, a little girl about three or four years old was standing in the shade. The balloon in her hand accidentally slipped away, and she burst into tears, wailing.

Just then, a woman in her forties walked over. She handed the little girl an ice cream cone. "There, there, don’t cry, don’t cry. Auntie will give you so ice cream to eat."

The little girl glanced at the flower fairy balloon, which had already flown so high it was just a speck, but ultimately chose the ice cream. "Thank you, Auntie."

"You’re welco. Eat up, or it’ll lt."

The middle-aged woman held her parasol over the little girl’s head. The girl couldn’t resist the temptation and took a bite of the ice cream.