99: Chapter 99 That female celebrity said she wanted to test my physical strength

Elysium Manor, master bedroom.

Located on the top floor of the main building, it featured 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a view over the night cityscape of San Verde.

A massive crystal chandelier cast a warm, ambiguous glow, and the air was filled with the faint scent of lavender and rose essential oils, mixed with something more primal, something that made one's heart race.

Chen Yuan pushed open the door and entered.

He still carried the lingering heat from the underground training ground.

That nearly violent vitality, enhanced by the T-Virus, was like an invisible flame, causing his entire being to radiate an intensely aggressive masculine aura.

The room was quiet, with only a low cello melody playing from the gramophone.

"Boss, you're finally here."

Jessica stood up from the massive velvet sofa.

She wasn't wearing an evening gown today; instead, she had changed into a silk robe with a distinctly oriental charm, half-covering and half-revealing, her beautiful legs—enough to drive global fans crazy—shimmering with an ivory luster under the lights.

Beside her sat two other women who were equally recognizable.

Megan Fox, that sexy stunner who had returned empty-handed from the previous locker room incident.

She was currently leaning lazily against the sofa armrest, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand, her captivating fox-like eyes unabashedly sizing up Chen Yuan.

The other was Anya, a rising starlet in Hollywood.

She looked somewhat shy, keeping her head down, not daring to meet Chen Yuan's eyes directly, but her slightly trembling eyelashes and flushed earlobes betrayed the nervousness and anticipation in her heart.

This lineup was practically the backstage lounge of the Oscars.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Chen Yuan unbuttoned his collar, revealing his well-defined collarbone, his tone playful.

"Three heroes fighting Lu Bu? Or do you want to give me... an acting assessment?"

"Mr. Chen, you're joking."

Jessica stepped forward, naturally taking the jacket Chen Yuan had removed, her fingertips brushing against his arm almost imperceptibly.

"We just wanted to come over... to discuss the script."

"The script?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and walked to the bar to pour himself a glass of ice water.

"How come I didn't know that Umbrella Corporation had plans to make a movie recently?"

"There wasn't before, but now there is."

Megan set down her wine glass and walked over like an elegant Persian cat.

She stood behind Chen Yuan, resting her hands on his shoulders and beginning to massage them gently.

"Didn't you just buy the largest production company in Hollywood? As the boss, isn't it reasonable to personally 'audition' the leading actresses?"

Her pressure was just right, and her boneless, soft hands wandered over Chen Yuan's iron-hard muscles, sending waves of tingling electric sensations.

"Audition?"

Chen Yuan tilted his head back to take a sip of ice water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"How do we test it? Test lines? Or test facial expression management?"

"Those are too ordinary."

Anya, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly looked up.

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, yet it carried a sense of desperate courage.

"We want to test... your stamina."

The air froze for a second.

Then, Jessica and Megan both laughed.

Their laughter was filled with ambiguity and flirtation, like a hook, gently scratching at Chen Yuan's heart.

"Anya is right."

Jessica walked up to Chen Yuan and extended a finger, gently tapping his chest.

"I heard Mr. Chen has been... training very hard in the basement recently? You even smashed that three-meter-tall monster?"

Her fingers slid down the lines of his pectoral muscles, her eyes filled with a trace of inquiry and desire.

"We are very curious, is a man who can punch a tank to pieces... just as powerful... in certain aspects?"

A provocation.

A naked provocation.

Chen Yuan looked down at these three alluring women.

If it were before, he might have thought this was trouble.

But now, his body, enhanced by the T-Virus, was in a state of extreme excitement.

That excess energy was like a spring compressed to the limit, urgently needing an outlet for release.

"Stamina?"

Chen Yuan chuckled and grabbed Jessica's restless hand.

His palm was broad, warm, and full of strength.

With a slight application of force, Jessica felt as if she were gripped by iron tongs, unable to move, yet inexplicably feeling a sense of security.

"Are you sure you want to test it?"

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the three of them, his eyes as deep as a black hole that would suck people in.

"My 'audition' standards are very high. Once it begins, there is no chance to call a halt."

"We are professionals."

Megan hugged Chen Yuan's waist from behind, her cheek pressed against his broad back, her voice husky.

"We have been rehearsing for this role for a long time. Whether it's action scenes, or... emotional scenes."

"Is that so?"

Chen Yuan set down the water glass and turned around.

That sense of oppression, like a beast awakening, erupted instantly.

The three women subconsciously held their breath.

They could feel that the man in front of them had changed.

He was no longer the gentle and refined tycoon, but a... tyrant who had finally torn off his disguise and bared his fangs.

"Since you are so sincere."

A wicked, extremely charming smile curled at the corners of Chen Yuan's mouth.

"Then I will reluctantly act as an examiner for once."

He reached out both hands, his movements domineering and rough, and pulled Jessica and Megan by the waist.

"Ah!"

Two delicate cries rang out simultaneously.

Both women felt their bodies go light, and they had already fallen into that hard, fiery embrace.

"As for you..."

Chen Yuan looked at Anya, who was still standing foolishly to the side, his eyes flashing with a playful light.

"What are you still standing there for? Do you need me to send you an invitation?"

Anya's face flushed as if it were about to drip blood.

But she did not back down.

In Hollywood, opportunities were fleeting.

Being able to climb into this man's bed was, in itself, proof of one's capability.

She gritted her teeth, as if performing a sacrifice, and walked over step by step, then... actively untied the sash of her robe.

The silk slipped off.

In that instant, the temperature in the room seemed to rise by several degrees.

Chen Yuan looked at the scene before him, one that would drive men all over the world crazy, and the fire in his eyes was finally completely ignited.

"Very good."

He pulled the three of them toward the waterbed, which was as huge as a stage.

"Then let me see if your 'acting' can actually satisfy me."

"Remember, there are no lines in tonight's script."

"Only..."

"Action."