Chapter 2My Wife is a Nude Model

I lifted the skirt and looked carefully.

There was no handprint!

At that moment, I was completely relieved.

The person who sent the email was indeed just trying to mess with me!

I even took out the photos and compared them again, but unfortunately, the photos were too blurry, and the model was covered in body paint, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

I carried my wife back to the bedroom to sleep, then sat on the couch and chain-smoked several cigarettes.

First, I couldn't doubt my wife because of a few blurry photos.

It wasn't easy to marry such a beautiful wife. Once there's a crisis of trust, the cracks in our relationship would be irreparable.

Secondly, even if the model in the photos was really Olivia...

It must have happened before she met me!

At least since we've been together, she's been completely open with me and obediently quit her job as I asked.

Although I felt a bit uneasy, who doesn't have a past?

As long as she's willing to settle down and live a good life with me, I'm willing to accept everything about her.

I took a deep breath and stubbed out my cigarette.

When that bastard who sent the email asks for money and reveals their true colors, I'll immediately report them to the police and drag them out!

At this moment, my phone chimed with another email.

"So, was your wife very proactive last night?"

Seeing the new email, I angrily replied.

"Stop messing with me! How much money do you want?"

This time, the other person took a long time to reply.

"Haha, there are still good people in this world, helping to relieve your wife's pressure and even giving you a green hat to wear! Here's the address for tomorrow's show. I invite you to watch the good show!"

After this, the email sender disappeared again, as if into thin air.

This feeling was particularly torturous. If they had really made demands, I would have felt more at ease.

This neither-here-nor-there situation was just deliberately keeping me on edge, wasn't it?

With an uneasy heart, I didn't sleep well all night. The next morning, when my wife got up to go out, I was still in a daze.

"Where are you going for an interview today?"

"Ocean View Tower!" she said as she applied her lipstick and stepped into her high heels.

I suddenly woke up. Wasn't this the address for the show mentioned in the email?

I immediately got up, not bothering to wash up, put on a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, and hurriedly followed her.

But as soon as I left the community, I lost sight of her.

"Ocean View Tower!"

I didn't dare to drive my own car, so I took a taxi there. I found a small company according to the address.

There were indeed many people queuing at the entrance, but they were mostly men. I didn't see my wife at all.

I gave a cigarette to the security guard at the door.

"What positions is your company recruiting for? There are so many people. Where are the women queuing? Why are there only men?"

The security guard rolled his eyes at me.

"They're all men, what are you pretending for? If you want to see women, just queue up obediently. The show is about to start! Pay the fee first, $188!"

My brain suddenly went blank, and I stood there stunned.

"Show? What show?"

The security guard frowned: "Are you here for an interview? Sorry, you don't meet our company's requirements. Please leave!"

As he spoke, he forcefully pushed me out.

Another security guard also walked over quickly, seemingly afraid I would cause trouble.

At this moment, I really felt my blood freeze, my mind went blank.

But soon, I came to my senses and squeezed out a smile.

"Brother, don't be hasty! I'm here to see the nude models. I was just a bit excited earlier..."

Hearing the words "nude models" and seeing me take out several bills and stuff them into his hand, the security guard's expression improved a bit.

"First time watching the show, huh? Don't know the rules! Hurry up and pay!"

After transferring the money on my phone, my mind was in a mess as I followed the queue into this so-called company.

After several twists and turns, we entered a large hall.

Below the T-stage, there were at least a hundred seats, all filled with men.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed.

Amidst the noise, a group of women wearing Japanese fox masks walked onto the stage with cat-like steps.

They were only covered by a thin veil, which slowly slid off as they moved their bodies.

I immediately spotted that familiar figure!

I knew every inch of Olivia's skin all too well. She really was doing nude modeling!