Episode 14
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The car safely came to a stop in the city center.
As soon as the doors opened, the passengers scrambled out, racing to the nearest trash cans and violently emptying their stomachs without a word.
The comment section erupted in wails of distress.
[Oh my God, Sophia, you nearly killed me! I want compensation!]
[We're alive! We're alive! My ship is still afloat!]
[Hilarious! Twitter briefly trended #SophiaGoesEvilToKillEveryone before quickly taking it down when they realized she was just pretending]
[Seriously, I can't be the only one who thought she was for real?]
[My 8-year-old sister watched in tears, kneeling before the TV begging Sophia to spare them all]
Sophia Miller stepped out of the car with triumphant confidence, approaching the production team that was already in position.
"Mission accomplished. That was almost too easy."
The assistant director swallowed hard.
Fine, you win. You absolutely win.
"Congratulations on completing the mission. You've earned a 'Privilege Card,' which allows you to make one request to the production team at any time. We'll do our best to fulfill it," the assistant director announced.
"Much appreciated," Sophia replied with a humble bow, though her mind was already plotting how to use this privilege for maximum mischief.
The assistant director's admiring comment caught her attention.
"Though Mr. Nicholas is truly impressive..."
He looked toward the distance. "In that situation, he maintained a normal heart rate. He's the only one whose alarm didn't go off."
Oh?
Sophia turned around.
Following the assistant director's gaze, she spotted Nicholas Anderson casually exiting the car behind her.
The man was perfectly composed, maintaining his usual languid demeanor—a stark contrast to the state of the other guests.
The assistant director's explanation reached her ears.
"Mr. Nicholas is reportedly a man of mystery who can maintain a heart rate of 80 even while bungee jumping."
Keeping a heart rate of 80 during bungee jumping was genuinely impressive.
Intrigued, Sophia approached him for an impromptu interview. "Could you share your secret to having such a strong heart?"
"It's simple," Nicholas Anderson cooperated fully with her questioning. "My life motto consists of four phrases: 'Challenge what you don't accept, view life and death calmly—'"
Sophia had a hunch about the remaining phrases.
"Treat minor illnesses, ignore the terminal ones?"
"Hm." Nicholas Anderson narrowed his eyes in slight surprise, then ventured, "Like finding a kindred spirit in rare harmony?"
"Like meeting a worthy companion amid beautiful scenery!" Sophia exclaimed, excitedly grasping his hand. "What a pleasure to meet you!"
Their worldviews aligned perfectly!
[Wait, what's happening between you two?]
[It's over, they're actually perfect for each other]
[How is it that unpredictable Sophia and roll-with-anything Nicholas are suddenly so shippable?]
After a brief rest, the production team led the contestants to the top floor of a skyscraper.
There stood a luxurious infinity pool overlooking the city's night panorama—the perfect choice for a romantic date.
Tonight, however, they were hosting a six-person date.
Dating in the water, skin-to-skin, intimate exchanges, rising hormones.
This was tonight's theme.
"Please welcome our distinguished guests!" the assistant director announced with enthusiasm.
One by one, the contestants appeared in their swimwear.
First came Ethan Parker, wearing designer swim trunks beneath a white bathrobe that did little to conceal his sculpted chest and abs.
Second was Jacob Collins, even more daring in nothing but bright red swim shorts, strutting in with chest puffed out and brimming with confidence.
Third was Emma Frost, elegant in a muted green swimsuit with ruffled hem that accentuated her long, slender legs.
Fourth was Jessica, sweetly demure in a white one-piece that perfectly showcased her proportioned figure—innocent yet alluring.
This parade of handsome men and beautiful women in swimwear provided viewers with pure eye candy. The comment section exploded with screams as trending topics multiplied by the second.
[Can I even handle Ethan's physique? It's perfection! Screenshot saved!]
[Jacob is surprisingly fit! I thought all that partying would have left him weaker]
[Emma truly lives up to her high-society upbringing—incredible figure but elegantly sexy rather than overly provocative]
[Jessica is the embodiment of innocent seduction—looks so delicate but so well-endowed]
Beyond discussing the contestants who had already appeared, viewers eagerly anticipated the remaining two.
[Am I the only one excited for Nicholas? His proportions are amazing even in clothes, so without them... well...]
[Sophia won't miss this chance to grab attention, right? She has a great figure from what I remember—any revealing swimsuit would instantly trend]
Just as this comment floated by, a sharp, clear cry rang out from the screen.
"Hiya!"
A completely black-clad figure bounced into view, leaping into the water with remarkable agility. After several underwater somersaults, the figure surfaced with a declaration: "The great Monkey King has arrived!"
[What the hell just flew by?!]
[Are you here to blanch vegetables or something?!]
Based on the familiar voice and somewhat manic behavior, people gradually recognized who it was.
"Sophia?" the director tentatively called out.
The staff behind him stood ready to intervene and remove what appeared to be an intruder.
"It's me," Sophia confirmed, removing her oversized swimming goggles that had covered nearly her entire face. She grinned broadly. "The pool is huge, just a bit shallow for proper diving."
Is that your justification for wearing a diving suit?
While everyone else showcased their figures in sexy swimwear, she had wrapped herself from head to toe in a pitch-black wetsuit!
Unable to dive properly, Sophia remained optimistic. "Oh well, I guess I'll just swim around instead."
[Just go home already!]
[This infinity pool is meant for romantic couples, not for monkeys splashing around!]
[Perfect, perfect—I knew Sophia would never disappoint]
[Just attention-seeking as usual]
[Wearing a wetsuit when everyone else is in swimwear—reverse psychology to stand out. So calculated]
[She's completely out of place]
"It is indeed too shallow," came another voice.
Everyone instinctively looked toward its source.
Nicholas Anderson approached slowly, dressed in a black bathrobe. His bangs were slightly damp, with water droplets tantalizingly disappearing into his collar, leaving much to the imagination.
Hope rekindled in everyone's eyes.
The unveiling of mysterious billionaire Nicholas's swimwear would undoubtedly be tonight's highlight.
Under expectant gazes, Nicholas Anderson removed his robe.
Here it comes!
Diving suit number two had arrived.
All smiles vanished from the set.
[Nicholas, you too?]
[The pants you just took off... you're wearing more underneath?]
[Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay]
[AAAHHH! I can't take it anymore—this couple is too perfect!]
Just like that, the scene transformed completely.
When planning tonight's pool segment, the production team had envisioned beautiful people frolicking in water, creating steamy, nose-bleed-inducing moments.
Not monkeys splashing around!
The four properly swimsuit-clad contestants floated listlessly in the water.
Meanwhile, two black-clad figures—one tall, one short—raced each other in a hundred-meter sprint across the pool.
Water splashed everywhere, thoroughly drenching the director at poolside.
The director wiped the water from his face.
Enough.
He said enough.
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