“Hey, Dustin,” Bo Dawson said with enthusiasm, “Have you ever considered bing my brother-inw?


    “If you married into the Dawson family, you’d have our unwavering support. Rain or shine, we’d have your back.”


    He leaned in a bit closer and added, What’s more, my thirteen sisters are not only beautiful but also aplished in various arts and skills. You wouldn’t be at a loss for goodpany.”


    Bo was ying the role of a matchmaker with all his might.


    Dustin tactfully declined, saying, “Mr. Dawson, I’m just an ordinary guy. I don’t think I could ever reach the heights of the Dawson family.”


    Bo waved off his concerns, saying, Nonsense! I don’t care about any ofthat. If you catch my eye, you could still be my brother-inw. My sisters won’t refuse.”Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    With an enthusiastic grin, Bo pulled out his phone, disying photos of his sisters. He began to introduce them one by one.


    “Come on, have a look. These are pictures of my sisters. You can pick anyone you like, no reservations. Leave the rest to me.


    Dustin’s lips twitched in amusement. He couldn’t help but feel like Bo was trying to sell him something, and it was all free of charge, no less. The eagerness was quite noticeable.


    Bo, undeterred, continued his pitch. ” What do you think? Aren’t my sisters beautiful? If one isn’t enough for you, you can have two, as long as you can handle it. I’m all in!”


    Dustin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mr. Dawson, I appreciate the offer. But I’ve got a fiancée, so I’m unavable.”


    Bo frowned yfully. “A fiancée? As long as you’re not married, it’s all good. By the way, is she prettier than my sisters?”


    Dustin nodded. “Indeed, she’s quite the catch.”


    Bo’s face froze, and he was left momentarily speechless. “Well, I see,” he managed to respond, a bit taken aback.


    “Yeah, never mind then. I won’t push you into something you’re not into. Guess we’re just not a match,” Bo said, with a tinge of disappointment, as if Dustin had missed an opportunity.


    “Mr. Dawson, about the Dew Balm…” Dustin hesitated.


    “Don’t sweat it. Business is business,and personal stuff is, well, personal,” Bo said, sounding self-assured.He then casually added, “Once you’ve got that Dew Balm going, you can count on the Dawson family for some solid support. We’ll make a great deal of money together. It’s a no-brainer, right?”


    “Mr. Dawson, you’ve got a sharp mind. Here’s to a thriving business,” Dustin said, offering a smile and raising his cup.


    “Cheers!” Bo raised his cup and clinked it with Dustin’s before downing it enthusiastically.


    “Hey, Dustin,” Bo whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Do you happen to have any other miracle potions in your arsenal? You know, something that can give a guy that extra edge, uh, below the belt?”


    Dustin raised an eyebrow catching.


    Bo’s drift. “You mean, like an aphrodisiac?”


    “Shh, not so loud,” Bo urged, cing a finger to his lips. “You’re right on the money. It’s not like I need it, but who wouldn’t want to be a little more… robust, right?”


    Dustin chuckled. “I’ve got just the thing, but I didn’t bring it with me today. Next time we meet, I’ll hook you up. You’ll be an absolute powerhouse.”


    “Awesome, buddy!” Bo’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “From today onwards, you’re like a brother to me now! If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to reach out.”


    With Dustin’s Dew Balm being such a hit, his aphrodisiac shouldn’t disappoint, right?


    He couldn’t help but feel a little pumped just thinking about it.