Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 303

In this untouched forest, the streams flowed like nowhere else. The waterfall plunged into a deep pool below, from which narrow, crystal-clear streams emerged. Despite their narrowness, only about three to five meters wide, the currents were swift and the water deceptively deep, reaching up to waist level. One slip, and you might find it hard to get back up.

"Who said I'm going into the water?" Chloe stood tall, defiant.

"Juztin, how many outfits did you bring?" she asked.

Juztin, puzzled by Chloe's question, answered truthfully, "My agent said we'd be filming for seven days, so I brought seven outfits."

Chloe nodded. "That's plenty. Now, take off your shirt."

Juztin's eyes widened in shock, his arms instinctively crossing over his chest. "Take off my shirt? Why?"

Chloe caught a hint of bashfulness on his face. It was summer, after all, and a man going shirtless shouldn't be a big deal. Her patience was wearing thin, and she snapped, "Do you want lunch or not? Just do it, and you'll see."

The live chat went wild.

[Ah, Chloe is my hero!]

[Off! Off! Off!]

[Does Chloe not know Juztin is conservative? There is not even a single revealing scene in his movies. I've been a fan for ten years and still have no clue if he's got a good physique.]

[True. Juztin's acting is so good we've overlooked his physique. Today, I'm definitely taking a good look.]

[Chloe knows what we want to see.]

[I bet Juztin won't do it.]

But the next moment, the live chat was proven wrong. Juztin looked awkward and shy and reluctantly stripped off his polo shirt, handing it over to Chloe along with another shirt.

[Quick, call the girls over!]

[No need, they'll come sniffing around.]

The live stream's popularity soared, hitting over 30 million viewers as the King of Eldridge and the movie star's shirtless allure skyrocketed to the top of the search rankings.

Chloe stared at Connor, shirtless before her, with a frown. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to make a net for fishing? One shirt isn't enough."

Chloe was speechless but realized Connor had a point. More fabric meant a bigger catch. She took Connor's shirt without complaint.

Finding a sharp rock, Chloe quickly tore the fabric into strips, weaving them into a makeshift fishing net. Next, they needed the right spot. They followed the stream downstream and found a place where the water was calmer and shallower. Chloe weighted the net with stones and secured its corners with sticks, creating a shallow trap ready for their unsuspecting prey.