The dance ended and Luke left satisfied.
Ivan stood there in a daze, touched his lips with his hand, and instantly understood everything.
I seem to have been taken advantage of by that guy...
"Damn Luke Xiao, he actually used words to bewitch me!"
Ivan cursed angrily, and laughed as he cursed.
That guy is quite interesting.
…
The girl's kiss was so delicious that Luke hummed a little tune in his pride. He returned to the hall and ran into Charlie and Robert.
"Where's Emily? Why can't I see her?"
Charlie looked at his boss with extremely complicated eyes, as if a poor loser looked down on a rich and handsome man, with envy and jealousy evident.
"Speak! Where is Emily?"
Robert answered, "Go home."
"go home?"
A hundred question marks popped up in Luke's head, "Who allowed her to go home?"
Charlie curled his lips, half mocking and half helpless, "When you went downstairs just now, you were hugging and kissing the girl in the white dress. She saw you and left. And this..." He took out the amethyst pendant and half-crescent earrings from his pocket.
"She asked me to give it to you."
Luke: "…"
Why did he feel like he was caught cheating? Fortunately, he was thick-skinned enough and got away with it with just a cough.
"Let's go, how did the meeting go?"
"Miss Emily performed very well, successfully intimidating all the major banks and even establishing a relationship with Wendy Brown of Quinn Company. Mrs. Brown admired her very much and invited Miss Emily to dinner."
"Yeah?"
Luke was a little surprised. He had chosen that girl on a whim, without any other considerations. As for this meeting, to be honest, success or failure had no impact at all.
"Now that the first phase of the plan has been successful, it's time to put the financing plan on the agenda. Robert, I leave it to you."
"I won't let you down."
Luke patted his shoulder and smiled.
"Don't be so serious. Work is work, life is life. Have fun tonight. All expenses will be charged to my account."
Robert declined, "No, Boss, the plan isn't finished yet. I have to go back and revise it."
"Okay then. See you tomorrow."
Luke didn't force him and watched him leave the hall. He didn't turn back until his tall and thin figure disappeared into the crowd. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his light green eyes.
Charlie asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
Luke ordered a glass of red wine and said as he drank, "How is Robert doing at the company?"
"Great!"
"Where is good?"
"He works hard and diligently, never complains, and within just a few days he's already got the finance department in perfect order."
"That's all?"
Charlie asked blankly, "Isn't this enough?"
Luke pinched his brows and wanted to kick this idiot back to Seaside City. He really didn't know what the teachers at USC were doing to let him graduate. Could it be that the old man had slipped money into the principal's office?
Once the financing is complete, I must find a smart and beautiful assistant, preferably one who can handle both housework and housework, write code, and fight off thugs, like Natasha Romanoff.
As for this thing, go drive it!
"Did he make any friends at the company?" Luke asked again.
Charlie thought about it and shook his head.
"Robert doesn't talk much. He goes home after get off work every day. I haven't heard of him attending any gatherings with colleagues. By the way, why are you asking these questions? Are you suspicious of him?"
Luke sat on the sofa in a daze without saying a word. After a while, he called Charlie to his side and whispered something to him. Charlie had a bitter face.
With a face full of reluctance,
"Why do you want me to go? I won't go."
"Do you want me to go?"
"I don't know him!"
Luke pulled out a bronze plaque engraved with ancient Chinese characters from his pocket and threw it over. "Once he sees this, he'll naturally recognize you."
"But..."
Luke said angrily, "I'm not asking you to kill or burn anything, you just want to meet someone, what? You don't want to."
"Okay… okay!"
Charlie sighed and left with the bronze medal.
…
It was eleven o'clock at night in a dilapidated building in Queens.
Robert, reeking of alcohol, lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the night view outside the window.
My head was dizzy and out of control, my thoughts were scattered, and many memories that I didn't want to recall came to my mind.
Carmine Falcone!
Thinking of this name, Robert instinctively trembled, hugged his shoulders with both hands, shivered uncontrollably, his eyes widened, and deep in his pupils was resentment and unconcealable fear.
He hated that man and wanted to cut him into pieces.
The career he had worked hard to build over the years, his promising future, and his beautiful girlfriend were all gone. Just because of a small financial dispute, Robert became a victim of Falcone's prestige.
He was thrown into the sewer like a stray dog, eating moldy food, drinking turbid sewage, and living like a walking corpse.
Many times, Robert imagined the scene of being wrapped in explosives and dying together with Falcone.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the courage. He was afraid of death, very afraid. In order to survive, he would rather become a wild dog.
Cigarettes were smoked one after another, and the smoke filled the whole room. Robert hid in the smoke, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.
If you want revenge, you first need money, a lot of money. Three million is far from enough, but multiplying it by ten is about right.
Thirty million US dollars is not a small amount!
"What should I do?"
Robert exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes became confused, and a dangerous idea emerged from his mind, but was immediately thrown aside.
Luke Xiao had done him a favor, and Robert really didn't want to betray him unless it was absolutely necessary.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a violent knock on the door behind me.
Robert woke up immediately, picked up the pistol hidden under the sofa, and looked at the door vigilantly.
"Who? Who's knocking at the door?"
"It's me, Warren Austin, your old friend."
Warren?
A figure emerged in his mind, a colleague and good friend from his time at Wells Fargo. Later, Robert resigned and went to Gotham to develop his career, and the two had less contact.
"How did you know I lived here?"
"Can you please open the door first? You can't let me talk to an iron door!"
"Wait a moment."
Robert moved to the door slowly, looked out through the peephole, and saw no one except Warren, so he removed the bolt and opened the door.
Warren opened his arms and smiled.
"Long time no see, old friend, how are you?"
Robert nodded expressionlessly, glanced outside, and when he saw the man in black in the corner, his face suddenly changed.
"who is he."
"Don't be nervous, we mean no harm."
Warren smiled and waved his hand, his eyes turning to the tough-looking white youth wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his right.
"This is Thomas Elliot, the heir to the Elliot family. You should have heard of him. He wants to discuss business with you."
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The more Power Stones, the less you have to wait.