Over the Pacific Ocean, a private jet was en route to the mainland, a cross-country flight. The luxurious cabin was filled with leather sofas and handmade carpets, everything exuding an air of precious luxury.
A woman with long, flowing golden hair sat on the sofa, reading the newspaper. Her face was beautiful, her features perfectly proportioned, and her deep features gave her a distinct, striking appearance. She was a true beauty. Her pure white gown resembled two towering peaks. Her slender neck, adorned with a diamond necklace, left one delicate shoulder exposed, creating a sexy yet unpretentious look.
A gem pendant worth tens of millions adorned her earlobe, giving her a bejeweled look. Such an opulent accessory didn't obscure her beauty, but rather enhanced it. Her expression was imposing without anger, and a condescending smile perpetually played on her lips. Even when doing nothing, she exuded the air of an elegant, ladylike woman.
"Haha, even making a movie, you bastard!" Ivanka expressed her disdain for Zhao An, who was making headlines, given her family's long history of dominating the mobile phone market. Nokia's failure dealt a severe blow to their family's finances. Their inventory was completely lost, and Nokia was on the brink of bankruptcy, unable to withstand this wave of market shock.
The outdated Symbian operating system was completely incapable of supporting smartphone demand, and the lag was unbearable. Android, as the standard operating system for mobile phones, was indeed very convenient, and it introduced a trademarked QR code system—simple yet extraordinary.
Each step was significant, resulting in a completely different smartphone strategy aimed at defeating Zhao An. Bundled with future platform software, it attracted new users from the outset, with each step interconnected and virtually seamless.
Although Zhao An's achievements were considerable, he had touched the Trump family's fortunes, which is why Ivanka called him a beast. He had caused their family to lose tens of billions of dollars. Who could tolerate such a thing?
"But when did Lee Boo-jin get involved with Zhao An? Humph, Samsung Group." Ivanka's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of knowledge gleaming in her eyes. Her purpose this time was to inspect the hotel factories in mainland China. She was responsible for part of the hotel business and part of the clothing industry. The clothing business wasn't very profitable; real estate was the big deal.
Besides the family connection, she and Lee Boo-jin also attended the same school, so they were acquaintances. They were both involved in the hotel and real estate industries, so they had a lot in common.
In overseas circles, connections became much broader. American tycoons would connect with European tycoons, and perhaps even with South American warlords. There was nothing impossible.
Ivanka was still pondering how to restructure her hotel business, unaware that Lee Boo-jin was already plotting against her.
In the past, Lee Boo-jin wouldn't have dared to plot against Ivanka even if she had ten times the courage. They were simply not on the same level. Now conquered by Zhao An, she did whatever he said, obeying unconditionally, just to be fucked by him every day. She was so humble, just craving a man's penetration, simple as that.
"What would happen if the film industry incorporated hotels? Theme hotels?" Ivanka's mind was constantly pondering. Unlike other wealthy women who enjoyed discussing clothing and perfume or having fun, she preferred reading financial news. Making money was the most important thing. Without money, there was no focus, not even power, and ultimately, she would just become a man's plaything.
Even in his office, Zhao An was fucking Lee Boo-jin fiercely from behind, their movements perfectly coordinated. When Zhao An pulled out, Lee Boo-jin leaned forward, and when he thrust, she thrust back, intensifying the friction between their genitals and intensifying the pleasure.
"So Ivanka's coming today?" Zhao An grabbed the woman's hair, one hand slapping her fair, perky buttocks. The impact on Lee Boo-jin's slightly frail body was a source of guilt, a thrill that was both stimulating and physically exhilarating.
Lee Boo-jin's eyes were hazy, and her small mouth let out moans that made the man's blood boil even more. "Oh...ah...big cock...so good...mmm...ah...Ivanka...will be here this afternoon...oh...let me pick her up...ah...husband...master...oh...what should I do..."
"Then do what I say...hiss...slut...you're squeezing so tight again...are you cumming again? You're such a slut, cumming so quickly...hiss...when will I get your mom...over here...so I can fuck your mom too..." Zhao An panted heavily. He hadn't forced Lee Boo-jin into conception, but with daily fucking, at that frequency and with that amount of semen, she'd be pregnant in less than two weeks!
"It's all because... ah... Master's cock... is so big... oh... ah... so comfortable... hubby... so good... Master... so strong... oh... I'm going to be fucked to death... my pussy is so full... ah... so comfortable... wuwu... Master... ah... can I cum?" Lee Boo-jin struggled to turn around and kiss Zhao An. Being fucked from behind while kissing each other was a real test of both men's and women's strength.
The tingling pleasure continued to surge, and Zhao An couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped Lee Boo-jin's hips tightly and pounded her more and more frantically, as if he wanted to fuck her to death. "Then come together... slut... hurry up and tell me... let me fuck your mother!"
Zhao An had no regard for Korean women like this. They deserved to be fucked to death, until they thought about being fucked every day. He would smock their pussies into his shape, making them unforgettable and loyal to him forever.
"Oh...ah...good...fuck my mom...wuwu...fuck that old whore my mom...my mom is an old slut...she should be fucked by the master...oh...master...your...cock...is getting bigger...are you going to cum?" Lee Boo-jin's hair was pulled harder, forcing her head back and her white buttocks to rise even more. Zhao An's impact became more and more comfortable, his breathing became more and more rapid, and even his movements became wilder. Everything was about to reach the end, the end of the lustful ejaculation and orgasm!