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A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
Chapter 889 - Such A BeautyChapter 889 Such A Beauty
The Marquis Family was not as influential as the Buffett Family or the Moreton Family in recent years, but it was one of the founding families of the Chamber of Commerce, and a woman in the family had married Count Boris as concubine, so their social status in the city was still high.
Today’s party was held at Marquis Manor. The people who came here were all well-known figures in the business community of Chaos City. They were either rich or highborn.
It was said that there was also a mysterious honored guest attending, which had aroused many people’s curiosity.
One had to be extremely influential to be seen as an honored guest by the Marquis Family.
Young ladies abounded at such a party. Wives and daughters coming with their husbands and fathers; beauties who came here with various purposes. They were looking for men with power and status.
“Where is that girl from the Buffett Banks? Where is she?” a fat middle-aged man asked his servant, scanning the crowd impatiently on a chair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“She made an appointment to see you three days ago, Master. I told her to meet you at the party as you asked. She intends to persuade you to deposit money in her bank. She should be here any minute now, I think.”
Bart gave a snort. “She is supposed to be waiting for me! That b*tch! I’ll teach her to slight me when she comes. If she dares to stand me up, I’ll make her life miserable.”
Christy had already arrived, actually. She was wearing a blue dress and standing in the corner with a glass of white wine, staring at Bart’s back.
All the big families in Chaos City had their own freight wagons, and Bart Sirte owned the most. Nearly a third of the goods to and from the city were transported by his wagons.
That was what made him so important.
However, Bart made his fortune in the recent two or three decades. Compared with the old families like the Moreton Family and Buffett Family, his influence was not nearly as great.
He ran a money-up-front business, so he seldom lost money. Over the years, he had accumulated a huge amount of money.
Nothing interested a bank more than money.
Yet wealthy as Bart might be, the employees of the Buffett Banks were discouraged from approaching him alone.
The reason was very simple. Bart was a pervert through and through. He used his money as bait, duping young girls into sleeping with him, and then went back on his promise afterwards. He was one step away from getting on the blacklist of the Buffett Banks.
Christy naturally knew the risks, but her branch still needed another 30,000,000 copper coins to meet the deposit target, and now it was almost the end of the month. If she had other options, she would never do business with him.
She had met this kind of man before, but unlike other girls, she had never turned to tricks to get what she wanted.
Now that she had Abraham’s letter of commitment in her hand—although it was only part of his stashed cash, it should not be less than 30,000,000 copper coins—she wasn’t very keen to deal with a pervert like Bart.
She would rather die before succumbing to his pressure.
Nothing disgusted her more than an unscrupulous man who would do anything to trick a girl into his bed.
Bart looked at the rich businessmen who gathered together and talked and laughed. He drank up his wine. They smiled to his face and laughed with scorn behind his back. He knew they despised him.
In recent years, his freight business had grown larger and larger. The negotiation of purchasing the second largest freight company in Chaos City was almost over. As soon as the company was purchased, 50% of the freight transportation in the city would be controlled by him. Before long, even Ian and Jeffrey would show him respect.
“Then those guys will have to bow and scrape and lick my boots.” Bart smiled sarcastically.
The reason why he had come here today was not only that he wanted to trick the girl he saw before into his bed, but also that he wanted to see the mysterious honored guest.
He had gotten some news about the guest. Although it hadn’t been confirmed, it was enough for him to make this trip.
Standing there in the corner, Christy watched Bart for a while. Then she handed her glass to a waiter, straightened her dress, took a deep breath, and walked towards him.
“Good evening, Mr. Bart. I’m Christy, manager of the Buffett Banks. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Christy said with a smile.
Bart looked up from his wine. He smiled, carnal desire flashing in his eyes.
Christy was wearing a blue dress, revealing her delicate clavicles and upper part of her cleavage. Her light golden long curly hair was loose, and the fair and slender calves beneath the dress made Bart unable to tear away his eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAn obscene smile crossed his face. “Such a beauty.” His expression then changed abruptly. “You said you wanted to see me, but you let me wait here for so long. Do you know how precious my time is?” he asked angrily.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Bart. I was delayed by work. But I believe I’m still 10 minutes early. I didn’t expect you to come so early.” Christy had a professional smile on her face, not showing a hint of timidity.
“10 minutes early?” Bart laughed. “I don’t give a sh*t about the appointment time. If I’m here and you’re not, then you’re late! You should be here waiting for me. There is nothing more important than me.”
There was a hint of disgust in Christy’s eyes, but she never let it show on her face. Bart was more annoying that she had expected.
“I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself,” Bart said, beckoning a waiter over with a wave. “You want me to put 30,000,000 in your bank? Drink all the eight glasses of wine, and then we’ll talk business.”
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