Chapter 107
In the last small private room, we all drank. Coupled with dim lighting, everything looked hazy.
But now, in broad daylight, everything was crystal clear.
"You hurry up," Lucy said.
"I'll try," I replied.
She shook her sore hand and said, "Don't even think about asking me for help next time!"
I corrected her firmly, "This is the interest; I will collect it once a month in the future."
She gritted her teeth, "You're slicker than a greased weasel, even more cunning than a cutthroat trader!"
"Don't you know what kind of person I am by now?" I smirked and placed my hand on her leg.
She trembled slightly and busied herself.
Due to time constraints, I didn't dare play too recklessly, but the flood came too fiercely. Before I could notify her, she...
Ten minutes later, she removed her makeup, but it still looked good.
Her face blushed even more.
"It's all because of you, making me..."
I scratched my head and apologized, "My bad, my bad; I'll make sure to notify you in advance next time."
On the way back, I coaxed her for a long time before she calmed down.
After returning home, we started packing things. I didn't let her take anything that wasn't valuable; she took a few sets of clothes for changing, and I would buy new ones for the rest.
I carried Brooke downstairs first, then Dennis. This guy looked thin and weak but surprisingly heavy.
The whole process took only half an hour.
On the way, Dennis kept saying, "Sis, you should have brought my brother-in-law back earlier, so we could have been out of this misery sooner."
Lucy pursed her lips, not saying a word. She had just chewed gum, but still felt a strange taste in her mouth.
"Dennis, say less!" In the passenger seat, Brooke said, "John, I really don't know how to thank you. You know our family's situation, yet you are willing to do this. I've known many young people for years, and your character is the best!"
I felt a bit embarrassed by her praise, "Brooke, please don't praise me so much, or I will be proud."
Through the rearview mirror, I saw Lucy unconsciously smiling, truly charming.
Back at the residence, Dennis was excited. "Great, I finally left that damn place."
He immediately claimed the largest bedroom.
Lucy wanted to scold him, but I shook my head and stopped her. "Let him be; these days must have been tough on him."
After moving Brooke to the side room, I excused myself because Lucy needed to insert a catheter for her.
Due to her paralysis, she couldn't control this aspect.
Then, I went to the supermarket with Lucy to buy some food and essentials.
After all this, it was already five in the afternoon.
I was exhausted.
"How about you rest in my room for a while? I'll cook," Lucy offered.
"No, I have to go to an elder's house tonight."
I stood up, saying, "Rest well at home tomorrow, and next Monday, you'll have to go to the Commercial Bureau to get a license."
"What's our company called?"
"Just make it up as you go."
With that, I left.
Today was quite liberating, and I felt refreshed.
Indeed, self-indulgence lacked the excitement of having someone else stimulate you.
I found a gift shop and bought some high-end gifts. Then I went to buy some bottles of fine wine and a bunch of carnations, which were for Reese.
I drove to the east of the city, which was a famous affluent area.
The Legendary Mansion was the most upscale villa area in the East City, where the Allen Family resided.
Top-notch environment, top-notch security, unauthorized vehicles couldn't even enter.
I had to call Lillian to get in smoothly.
The buildings here were luxurious, with each square foot costing around two hundred grand, and even the most basic unit was over forty to fifty million.
Living here was truly a great enjoyment.
If one day I could live in such a place, that would be amazing.
I parked the car in front of Villa 88, which was grand and majestic.
With such a large area, at least five hundred square feet, it would take at least a billion to secure this villa.
Moreover, this villa seemed to have a slightly higher position than the others. Only a few could compare, indicating they were the kings of the building.
I parked next to a Rolls-Royce, and I hadn't seen a car worth less than a million since I arrived.
This place was truly a paradise for the wealthy.
"John, come here!" Lillian ran over.
"Wait, I brought something." Opening the trunk, I took out the gift box and wine. "Can you hold the flowers for me?"
"Are these for me?"
"You're a young girl; why would I give you carnations? These are for Reese."
Lillian pouted, "Come on, can't you buy another bunch?"
"If you want, I'll get you one next time."
"That would ruin the meaning!" Lillian said.
At that moment, Gary and Frank walked out. A dignified middle-aged woman stood on Gary's left.
The moment I saw her, countless praises flashed through my mind, but titles like noblewoman and elegant were superficial.
I heard Lillian say that her mother was fifty, but looked like she was in her thirties.
Her temperament is especially impeccable and completely incomparable to Lillian.
And her skin was so fair it seemed to glow.
Among the women I knew, only Mary could compare.
But with one in her twenties and the other in her fifties, the difference was too significant.
"John, you didn't need to bring a gift. Your presence is enough." Gary smiled.
Frank quickly took the gifts from my hand and said, "As I said before, treat this place like it's your own; no need for all the formalities."
I scratched my head and asked, "Mr. Allen, this is Mrs. Allen, right?"
Mrs. Allen extended her hand. "Hello, John, nice to meet you."
"Hello, Mrs. Allen, you look really young. At first, I thought you were Lillian's sister!"
Mrs. Allen laughed, "You really have a way with words!"
I quickly let go of her hand and handed her the carnations. "Mrs. Allen, I didn't know what you liked for our first meeting, so I got these carnations for you. Wishing you good luck and eternal youth!"
In this world, those who were good at speaking well always thrived.
Leveraging my marketing skills of flattering clients, I quickly made Mrs. Allen happy. She said, "Stop calling me Mrs. Allen all the time; it's too formal. Just call me Reese."
I immediately complied, "Yes, Reese!"
Entering the villa, I was dazzled by the interior decoration.
From the chandeliers to the flooring, all top international brands were used, giving a subtle and tasteful look rather than the flashy display of nouveau riche.
Moreover, the Allen Family had six or seven servants serving them, and they even had Michelin three-star chefs to cook them meals.
Was this how the rich lived? It was incredibly luxurious.
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