Chapter 160
"Frank, did you pay for this?"
Frank Allen chuckled. "How could that be?"
"Then it must be the two of them."
I couldn't pretend not to know about this, so I walked up to them. "Charles, George, didn't we agree that I would treat you this time? How come you settled the bill?"
Charles Williams patted my shoulder and whispered, "John, you helped me a lot today. How can I let you pay?"
"But..."
"John."
George Jefferson hooked my shoulder. "Didn't we agree to take turns treating? It was your suggestion. Let Charles treat this time, and you can treat next time. Isn't that fine?"
I sighed intentionally, "Alright, we agreed on that. But remember, next time it's my turn."
Charles Williams laughed, looking at me more warmly than before." "Don't worry, I won't stop you from checking out next time."
After seeing off Frank Allen, Charles Williams got into his own Rolls-Royce.
I got into George Jefferson's Cadillac Fleetwood.
"Have some water to rinse your mouth."
George Jefferson pulled out a bottle of water with wings and embedded diamonds from the car's icebox. I knew this water cost over a hundred dollars per bottle.
Rinsing one's mouth with water that cost over a thousand dollars per bottle was beyond extravagant.
After taking a sip, the taste wasn't any better than a one-dollar bottle of water.
George Jefferson took out a box of handmade cigars, and handed me one. She opened the sunroof, lazily lay back in the massage chair, and said, "John, you helped Charles a lot today, and you helped me too."
I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I asked, "George, what do you mean by that?"
"I won't hide it from you. In fact, Charles is a major shareholder in the Winest Company. We signed a contract privately, and Edward is aware of it."
I nodded. It seemed Jenny Smith's information was indeed correct. They had signed an agreement in private.
"Winest Company has been able to develop to its current state thanks to Charles's great help. By hitching a ride with Frank Allen this time, my Winest Company can naturally continue to expand through his channels."
George Jefferson was excited. "This is a great opportunity. This opportunity allows us to invest tens of millions without making any noise, save a significant amount of money, and eliminate the need for lengthy negotiations. You played a crucial role in this."
I quickly waved my hand. "No, I didn't say a word throughout the process. It was all Charles's doing."
George Jefferson smiled. "Do you know why Frank Allen mentioned the Sevan Liquor incident?"
"To raise prices?" I pretended not to know.
"That's just one of the reasons."
George Jefferson said, "He didn't take a fifty percent profit. In fact, he only took forty percent of Sevan Old Cellar. This implies that he, out of respect for you, gave up such a large profit."
I acted as if I suddenly understood, but inside, I was ecstatic.
Frank Allen was right. This incident came together by chance. He took advantage of it. Charles Williams and George Jefferson also believed they had struck gold, and crucially, they owed me a favor.
Frank Allen has helped me a lot.
"So, you understand now, right? If it weren't for you taking the lead, this wouldn't have been so simple."
George Jefferson praised me: "Honestly, John, your luck is enviable even to me. The Allen family really thinks highly of you."
I scratched my head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I guess it's just dumb luck."
"You are truly wise in foolishness."
George Jefferson looked at me meaningfully.
After dropping me off at the Rita community gate, George Jefferson said, "John, I'll come to your company in a few days."
I quickly replied, "Welcome. I'll be there to welcome you."
I watched as George Jefferson's car drove away before entering the community.
Luckily, I had a good tolerance for alcohol. If not for my good tolerance to alcohol, I might have passed out tonight, but my steps felt a little unsteady.
I opened the door to Rita's house. The living room light was still on. A gentle woman was sitting on the sofa, watching a variety show.
I quietly closed the door, took off my shoes, and tiptoed over. She was so engrossed in the show that she didn't notice me coming in.
I hugged her directly from behind. "Rita, I missed you so much!"
Rita exclaimed in surprise, and then, upon recognizing me, she gave me a gentle glare. "Are you a cat? How come you make no sound when you walk?"
I greedily sniffed the fragrance on her, nuzzling against her fair neck. It was this scent that brought peace to my heart.
"You reek of alcohol. How much did you drink?"
She knelt on the sofa, furrowing her brows. "Did you remove your stitches? You drank so much!"
Even when she was angry, she looked so beautiful.
I rolled over from behind onto the sofa, pulling Rita into my arms and letting her press against me. I held her tightly. "Rita, please don't scold me."
When she heard me act like a child, Rita sighed with a mix of helplessness and affection in her eyes. "What can I say about you? I really can't do anything with you."
As she spoke, she rolled up my sleeve. "Don't move. I'll check your wound!"
I obediently nodded, letting Rita take care of me, feeling truly comfortable.
Beside Rita, it felt like finding a safe harbor. No matter what happened, Rita would always accommodate me.
Unwrapping the gauze and seeing it soaked with exudate, she got angry. "Look at you. Did you not change the dressing these past two days? It's almost time to remove the stitches, but now there are signs of inflammation."
She twisted my waist hard in anger, making me grimace in pain. Seeing me wince, she softened her touch. "You're an adult, yet you don't know how to take care of yourself."
"Wait here. I'll apply the medicine for you!"
She hurried to get the first-aid kit. When she came back, I quickly took out a box from my shirt pocket. "This is for you!"
Rita was stunned. "What's this?"
"Just open it, and you'll see." I looked at her with expectation!
Rita bit her lip. "Simbara Gold. There must be jewelry inside. It must be expensive, right?"
"Oh, don't worry about whether it's expensive or not. Open it and see if you like it!"
This was the jewelry I got when I bought Grace's necklace. Of course, it was much more expensive than her necklace.
She seemed a bit nervous, wiped her hands, and wanted to take it but hesitated. "Let's talk about it later. First, let's clean the wound and apply the medicine."
She said that she opened the first aid kit, methodically cleaned my wound, applied the medicine, and then gently fanned it with a fan to dry it. She finally bandaged it, tying a beautiful bow at the end.
Except for my parents, perhaps no one in the world treated me as well as Rita did.
How could I not love her?
I couldn't wait to open the box. Inside was a shiny diamond ring, sparkling under the light. Rita covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes misting up instantly.
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