Suits: A Lawyer Surviving TV Chaos

This chaotic party almost satisfied the needs of everyone in the restaurant.

Carolyn earned over ten thousand dollars in entrance fees, enough to pay off Max's two-year college student loan.

Li Han finally managed to shed his virginity!

However, judging by his indescribable expression and the red scratch marks on his back, his first time might not have been a pleasant memory.

Oleg, the LSP, and a robust woman from Eastern Europe started their third round in the kitchen's cold storage.

Max and Steve disappeared at midnight.

Martin kept holding his beer, discussing with Earl whether "not doing drugs meant being a weakling." This man, born in 1937, indeed had many fascinating life experiences, leaving Martin wide-eyed!

For instance, in 1996, he helped a young man named Marshall Bruce Mathers III with the backing vocals for an album and even had a signed collector's edition CD.

Don't know who that is? Have you heard of Eminem? Or his more widely known nickname: Slim Shady!

This was a name that any hip-hop fan couldn't stay calm about upon hearing! No matter how many people criticized his music for its negative influence on teenagers, or whether it was his skin color that allowed him to rise unexpectedly in the black-dominated hip-hop scene, his passionate flow and rapping speed of nearly a hundred words in fifteen seconds were enough to command respect!

Not just in this life, but one of Martin's top three favorite singers from his previous life was him!

Upon learning that the unassuming Earl had such explosive collectibles, Martin, who had maintained a composed and rational persona outside, couldn't contain himself now!

"Earl! You know what? I'd give everything I have to get it! Tell me what you want? Anything!"

"Calm down, brother. Old Earl doesn't lack anything."

Earl sat at the cash register, shaking his head. "I'm seventy already. Besides praying to God to let me die in my sleep instead of getting shot, my life has been without regret."

"Can't give you that right now , that's Old Earl's precious memory." "But when I'll amend my will. That signed CD will be yours, along with hundreds of sexy photos of black actresses from the 1960s. Those are all my cherished collections."

Martin shook his head with a bitter smile. "Earl, compared to an album, I'd rather you live to be two hundred!"

"Damn it! Do you want me to endure another hundred years of suffering? Life isn't that great brother."

Old Earl could talk endlessly once he started.

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After the party ended, Martin took Carolyn back to her apartment and, naturally, ended up sleeping together again.

Still on Max's messy bed. This gave them a bit of forbidden pleasure, making their movements especially vigorous and passionate.

More than an hour later, Carolyn fell asleep—or rather, passed out from exhaustion! Martin lay in bed resting for a full half-hour before he had the strength to get up and go to the living room for some water.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Max wearing an apron, busy making cakes in the kitchen.

"Sorry, Max. I thought you wouldn't be back tonight." Martin felt a bit awkward because he was only wearing a pair of CK boxer briefs.

Sheldon had once educated him from multiple perspectives like blood circulation and physiological development about the harm of tight underwear to male characteristics and repeatedly recommended his own style.

Aside from the colorful SpongeBob prints, Martin couldn't help but think they resembled the styles worn by some old men .

"Because of that damn supply contract of yours, I had to rush back to this dump after enjoying myself to handle tomorrow's orders!"

While stirring the cake mix, Max sneered and glanced at a certain part of him. "No wonder that slut keeps wanting to maintain a partnership with you. I must say, your 'little buddy' is not at all little."

Martin smirked and went back into the bedroom to put on his shirt and trousers.Returning to the living room, Martin poured himself some water and asked, "How was Steve?"

"Not bad, except for being a bit passive."Max asked with a hint of disdain.

"Do all you Manhattan elites prefer being on the bottom?" Martin quickly waved his hands. "I prefer taking the initiative. Carolyn can vouch for that!"

After exchanging some colorful greetings, Martin sat down on the sofa and watched Max's cake-making process.

The cake mix was pre-prepared; just add water and different colored flavorings, stir evenly, pour into molds, bake for thirty minutes, then take them out and pipe various cream designs on top.

Fifty cupcake cakes were done like that.

Feeling either empty or hungry after the workout, Martin got up and walked into the kitchen, picked up a chocolate-flavored one, and started eating while blowing on it to cool it down.

Freshly baked cupcakes were hot, but their aroma was at its richest.

"Your firm will only receive 149 cupcakes today."

Max looked at Martin like a thief. "Remember to inform the admin after work so they don't shortchange me."

Martin made a knowing expression and smiled, asking, "How do you feel?"

"Martin, I really don't want to discuss any bed-related issues with my best friend's running buddy at three in the morning, especially since she's sleeping within five meters of us."

Max's eyes became strange "Can't you think of anything else besides those things?"

Martin helplessly held his forehead. "I meant how have you been lately? Feeling physically drained or mentally exhausted? After all, your rest time is too little."

"Poor people don't have the luxury to sleep in."

Martin shook his head helplessly. " Is there anything you need help with?"

"Everything's fine."

Max also shook her head, putting another set of fifty cake molds into the oven. "You know, new oven, new business, earning an extra three hundred dollars a day. Nothing could be better than that."

Martin frowned. "Have you ever thought about expanding your cake business further? Or taking a cake course to improve it a bit?"

It was just a casual suggestion, but unexpectedly, Max suddenly turned around and shouted, "Are you the devil?"

"I only get four hours of sleep every night, then deliver goods for you, take care of that skinny bitch's kids, and only get three hours of sleep by noon."

"And you still want to exploit me?"

Martin innocently touched his nose. "If there's more business, I think you can completely quit that fifty-dollar-a-day nanny job."

(End of Chapter)