Chapter 100 The Short and Chubby Orlando
The two influencers were left speechless. Just moments ago, they were mocking others, calling them losers. Little did they know, a dramatic twist was coming.
"Wait, is this your car, sir?"
"Could it be yours?" Charles asked, smirking.
"Hey, how about adding me on Facebook? We could hang out sometime!"
"Not interested!" Charles pushed past them, driving off and leaving a cloud of exhaust behind.
"Does having money make you better?"
"Driving a Ferrari and acting all high and mighty. Bet it's rented. Arrogant jerk, go to hell!"
The two girls stood awkwardly in the parking lot, hands on their hips, shouting with nowhere to vent their frustration.
Charles wondered if he had a psychological problem. He had no interest in girls who approached him first. He was only interested in girls he pursued himself. Maybe it was the male desire for conquest.
But generally, more assertive girls were less appealing. Attractive girls usually weren't very forward. Of course, this was just a general observation.
Some guys often complained that the girls they liked already had boyfriends, while the girls who liked them weren't their type.
These guys don't really understand themselves. They haven't even tried their best.
Although Charles was humble to the point of losing his dignity in pursuing Lisa, he was actually very persistent, even stubborn. He could take action and work hard for the one he loved.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have pursued Lisa for three whole years, even though he failed.
He was more proactive than many others.
Many guys, even after graduating from college, didn't dare to approach the girls they liked.
These guys might be more pathetic than simps because simps at least tried.
It wasn't until they entered society that they realized they had so many opportunities they didn't cherish, leading to a lifetime of regret.
How would you know you couldn't do it if you didn't try?
Even if you got rejected, just try another one!
Try a few more, and you'd get the hang of it.
Don't refuse to grow.
Charles didn't like the term "douchebag" because he believed it was just a necessary stage for a normal man to learn to weigh the pros and cons so that when you grew up, you wouldn't give your all for one person.
Loving too much could suffocate people!
Leave some dignity for yourself, and others would respect you more!
Meanwhile, Alice's family had already driven to the Imperial International Hotel.
At that moment, a young man in a white shirt walked over.
"Are you Mr. Mitchell? Mr. Hank is waiting for you in conference room 305. Please follow me!" the young man said.
"Okay!" Donna nodded. Holding a briefcase, he led his wife and daughter into the hotel, following the man.
The man glanced at Alice several times, with a hint of amazement and regret in his eyes.
'Such a beautiful girl, now forced to marry someone she doesn't like! Orlando is just born into a rich family. It's one thing to mess around with gold diggers, but ruining such a refined goddess is truly regrettable,' he thought.
Soon, the group followed the man in the white shirt to room 305.
Alice was full of questions.
'Weren't we here for a blind date? Why are we going to a conference room? And why is Dad carrying a briefcase?' she wondered.
Alice took out her phone and sent a message to Charles: [I'm in the 305 conference room!]
Then, the man in the white shirt opened the door.
The room was spacious. The Hank family was there, including Mrs. Hank and the Hank Corporation's legal team. There were more than ten people inside.
Alice immediately spotted Orlando sitting in a chair, chatting with a female secretary, legs crossed.
Orlando was at a disadvantage in height and weight, about 5'7" and around 170-180 pounds. His face was plump, his skin dark, and he had a green dragon tattoo on his neck. Though in his twenties, he looked like he was in his thirties.
If men and women were judged by the same standards of appearance, Orlando barely scored a 3.
Although many women didn't care much about a man's looks, someone like Orlando was really hard to accept. So, none of the rich girls around him took a liking to him, which led him to develop a habit of frequenting the red-light district.
"Mr. Mitchell, you're finally here. Come, sit down. Secretary, serve the coffee!"
"Okay, Mr. Hank!"
The first to speak was Henry Hank, who was also an overweight man. He looked somewhat similar to Orlando, but his demeanor was completely different. He had a smiling expression, giving off a friendly vibe, like a kind-hearted overweight uncle. But he also had the aura of someone who had been in a high position for a long time, so you had to respect him.
He was Henry Hank, the chairman of Hank Corporation. The lady sitting next to him was his wife, Mrs. Hank, the director of the Hank Corporation's finance department.
Alice quietly observed. 'Today is not about a blind date, but more like a business negotiation,' she thought.
"Alice, I'm finally seeing you again. Since the last party, I haven't been able to think about any other woman but you. I feel like I've lost weight because I've even dreamed about you often. Alice, don't worry, I know about your family's difficulties. I'll have my dad fully support your family!"
Orlando, seeing Alice arrive, immediately jumped up from his chair and approached her, trying to please her. His obsessed and greedy eyes made Alice uncomfortable, like being stared at by a hungry wolf.
"Thank you," Alice forced herself to be polite despite her discomfort.
"You're welcome. After all, we'll be family soon," Orlando giggled. He seemed convinced that Alice would inevitably become his woman.
"What family? I think it's a bit too early for you to say that, isn't it?" Alice retorted.
"Alice, how can you talk like that? How can you have such an attitude towards him?" Donna scolded Alice with a stern expression, then turned to Henry and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hank, Alice has been spoiled by me and doesn't understand the rules. Please forgive her!"
"No problem. It's normal for young people to have a bit of a temper. By the way, Mr. Mitchell, did you bring the contract?" Henry replied.
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