Chapter 183 The An Family is Absolutely Not Involved
Neither the company nor the marriage was what he wanted.
But unfortunately, he had no choice in everything.
Anyang gradually became tired of the puppet life day after day. He wanted to escape, but he didn't know how to resist.
"Xiao Ci, you have a lot of ideas. How about you help me think of a solution?" Anyang looked at her expectantly.
"What can I do about this?" An Ci shrugged, a sly smile on his face. "How about I find someone to go on a blind date for you?"
Anyang frowned, "...just pretend I didn't say anything."
Eric laughed out loud, earning a sharp look from Anyang. "What are you laughing at? You're going to die of laughter."
After a while, An Jianwen and An Yang were called away.
The huge living room returned to silence. Eric crossed his legs and looked at the person opposite him. "Are you really willing to take over the casino?"
An Ci said nonchalantly, "Why would I lie to you?"
"What method did you use to get grandpa to agree?" Eric was really curious. Based on his understanding of his grandfather, if he gave the casino to Xiao Ci, wasn't he afraid that she would let herself go and play to death?
An Ci explained An Zhenxiong's conditions. After listening to them, Eric looked at her with a look that asked her if she was crazy. "Do you know how difficult it is to double the casino's profits?"
An Ci raised an eyebrow, "Is it difficult?"
At this moment, in Eric's eyes, An Ci is just a naive child who knows nothing about the world, but is braver than anyone else.
He was amused and said, "How dare you agree to this without even knowing whether it's difficult or not?"
"What if I don't agree?" An Ci propped up his head with one hand, his eyes curved beautifully, appearing harmless. "Running a company is much harder than a casino."
Look at her father and her grandfather, each one is busier than the other. Not only do they have to deal with mountains of documents, but they also have to attend endless meetings and various dinners and social events.
There is simply no freedom.
Eric thought about it and felt that what she said made sense. "We're having dinner with Leir and the others tonight. Do you want to go?"
"Why not?" An Ci replied without hesitation, "Let's go to the club now."
She stood up, and her speed made Eric stunned. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"If we don't leave now, it won't be easy to leave once Grandpa catches us." An Ci said as he walked upstairs, "Wait a moment, I'll get my coat."
Returning to the room, An Ci closed the door, took out his cell phone and made a call, lowering his voice, "Da Li, help me check on An Yiheng and the red-haired young master of the Colt family."
Having been with her for so long, Dali could immediately understand what she meant with just one word, "Yes."
After giving the order, An Ci hung up the phone, his eyes gradually darkening.
Just like Eric said, she can ignore An Yiheng's provocations to her, but he'd better not be stupid and do something he shouldn't do.
Although the An family's businesses span various fields, there are some things that the An family will never touch. An Yiheng had better not be that stupid, otherwise no one can protect him.
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Country Y.
The night rain knocks on the window, and the castle seems to be covered with a layer of gauze and is shrouded in mist.
The door of the study was wide open, and a slender figure suddenly appeared at the door.
He was a very young man, about twenty years old, with deep facial features. The well-tailored black suit made him look tall and straight, especially the leopard print shirt underneath, which brought out the unrestrained wildness between his eyebrows to the extreme.
"Grandfather, you're looking for me?"
The old man sitting on the sofa heard the noise, took his eyes off the newspaper in his hand and looked towards the door.
The old voice was full of energy, "Come in."
The man walked over and sat down opposite the old man. He looked up at the butler standing beside him and said casually, "Lorraine, can you give me a glass of red wine?"
Lorraine glanced at the old man, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he nodded, "Master Jason, wait a moment."
"Grandfather, what do you want to talk to me about so late at night?" Jason looked at the old man. His tone seemed casual, but in fact it was full of respect.
"You'll know soon." Old man Custer said, turning his head to look at the wall clock, as if waiting for something.
Soon, Lorraine came back with a tray. On it, in addition to a glass of red wine, there was also a cup of coffee.
The old man always drinks tea, so this cup of coffee is not for his grandfather.
So, anyone else is coming?
Jason stared at the coffee on the table, his light blue eyes narrowed slightly, with an ambiguous dark light flowing in them.
Before he could speculate, he saw the old man's eyes suddenly look towards the door, and his voice was filled with dissatisfaction, "Why are you so slow?"
"Traffic jam."
A low voice came from behind, chilling one to the bone, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Jason immediately knew who the cup of coffee was prepared for. He curled the corners of his lips, and the wildness between his eyebrows was instantly full of aggressiveness.
It seems that the boring days are coming to an end.
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