Chapter 017: Roasted him to death please!

Hannah, holding a swimming aid - a floating board - lay face down on it, imagining herself as a mermaid, swaying in the pool while playfully slapping away the water balls that came her way.

"Hannah, I didn't expect you to be so well-endowed!" a gossiping woman swam over, ambiguously eyeing her 34C breasts, as if asking how much she'd spent on surgery.

Hannah forced a fake smile, "Thank you for the compliment. However, I can assure you that no plastic surgery has ever created such a natural chest like mine. Mine is full-fat high calcium milk!"

Seeing the gossiping woman's shocked expression as she swam away, Hannah couldn't help but chuckle. Who didn't know that her breasts were an enhancement?

Want to drag her down? They clearly didn't know how Hannah Snow earned her living!

Swimming, swimming...

When Charles arrived, all he saw was Hannah enjoying herself, floating and swaying in the pool. He looked up at the scorching sun. Wasn't it said that women were most afraid of getting tanned