Chapter 212 Mar-a-Lago

Morning, edge of Miami Beach.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains onto the table, and the golden light and the blue sea view complement each other.

Outside the window, the waves gently hit the beach and the coconut trees sway. Inside the restaurant, flowers and green plants are dotted around, and the air is filled with the aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread.

"I'm so glad to see you! Good morning, dear Uncle Jeb and Aunt Columba. Oh, and, of course, dear Prescott, Noel, and little Ellis."

In a restaurant on the coastline in Brickell, downtown Miami.

With a smile on his face, Milo walked forward and hugged, greeted and showed affection to his second uncle's family who were walking over.

"You came so suddenly. We were not mentally prepared. This is such a big surprise!"

Jeb Bush brought his wife and children and sat down with Milo.

He said happily: "I received a call from my father last night and I couldn't believe it!"

"Haha, it's a bit sudden indeed, hahaha."

Milo laughed and continued to invite his aunt and cousins ​​from the Shrub family to sit down.

This was his second day in Miami.

He called his second uncle in the Shrub family very early in the morning.

Invite the whole family over for breakfast.

Yes, Jeb Bush, brother of George Bush, second son of Herbert Bush.

When he was very young, he was assigned to Florida by his family.

In this regard, Milo himself had to admire the Bush family's approach.

They were originally the liberal Elephant Party in New England.

Later the family moved to Texas and became a conservative elephant party.

Then when the second son was still very young, he sent him to Mexico to attend middle school.

He hooked up with the daughter of a local Mexican gangster right at school.

I returned to Texas for college, also studying Latin American studies.

For my first job in life, I was sent to Venezuela.

It can be said that Jeb Bush's life trajectory has always been clearly arranged.

He was the branch of the Bush family assigned to win over the Hispanics and South Americans.

A branch of a bush family mine in Florida, a successful burrow in the burrows of a cunning rabbit.

Jeb's entire family moved to Miami seventeen years ago.

Relying on the support of Herbert and his wife Columba's family's influence among Hispanics.

Jeb is now the chairman of the Florida Elephant Party and serves on the board of several local companies.

Strictly speaking, he can also be considered a local boss in Florida.

Have breakfast in a warm atmosphere of family, relatives and friends.

Aunt Columba smiled and told the three children to go to school and work.

Prescott was eager to stay.

He is twenty years old this year.

Only five years younger than my cousin.

But my cousin is already the richest man in the world and is respected by everyone wherever he goes.

And he, he hasn't even graduated from college.

He is still attending college in Texas, but now it is summer vacation.

So the whole family came over to reunite with their father.

Now the mother wants to take the three siblings away, using the excuse that "they still have to go to school."

Prescott certainly knew.

I knew that my mother wanted to give my cousin and father some space to talk alone.

Prescott would like to say that he has grown up and become an adult.

As the eldest son of the younger generation of the Bush family.

I will take over the banner of my elders in the future and I also want to join their conversations.

But a look from his father, even though he was kind in front of his cousin, still made Prescott very afraid.

Prescott knew that his father didn't like him and his brothers and sisters very much.

Just because they are mixed race.

Prescott still remembers that when he was only 12 years old, he and his brothers and sisters were introduced by his grandfather to the then President Reagan and his wife.

Herbert was their grandfather.

But when my grandfather introduced them, he simply called them "little brown guys."

Prescott would never forget that tone and that look.

From that time on, he knew the greatest role that he, his sister, and his brothers played in the family.

It is an important basis for promoting their advocacy of racial equality and open-mindedness.

But deep down, grandfathers, uncles, and uncles.

Even my father doesn't like the skin color of me, my younger brother and my younger sister.

If you don’t like us, why did you give birth to us?

Prescott was in a state of mental activity, but he still smiled.

Just as I was about to say one more word to my cousin and leave, I heard him suddenly speak.

"I remember Prescott is an adult? Uncle, he is here to spend the summer with you, right? I think he can stay, after all, he is grown up. He is also qualified as a formal member of the family and can listen to the storms outside."

Jeb was stunned and subconsciously looked at his son.

There was a clear look of anticipation on Prescott's face.

His wife Columba also looked a little surprised.

Looking at Milo again, it seemed that he was indeed not being polite.

Then he thought about how among his brothers' children, his own son, Prescott, was the oldest.

"Okay. Prescott stays then."

Jeb responded to Milo with a smile on his face.

Prescott beamed.

"Okay!" he responded.

And when Columba saw his daughter Noelle, he actually looked like he wanted to ask to stay.

The daughter of the Mexican gangster quickly took her daughter and youngest son away.

Columba would wake up laughing in his dreams at night because his eldest son was able to participate in family affairs.

How can I let my ignorant daughter disturb me?

Prescott was very happy to be left behind.

He took the initiative to serve his cousin and father, and opened chairs for Milo and Jebra like a waiter.

He asked them if they would like anything else to drink or eat and he could go and order some.

"Sit down, Prescott."

Milo smiled and asked the little brother to sit down.

Prescott smiled happily and thought that his cousin from the Blackburn family was so nice.

Jeb had a blank expression on his face, but he was actually very pleased as he watched all this.

No matter how much he disliked it, he couldn't get over the fact that Prescott was his son and a member of the Bush family.

Prescott was recognized by Milo and at least treated with a friendly attitude.

This was also a comforting thing for Jeb.

Who can blame him for? His nephew is no longer the same as before.

Now even his old father treats his nephew as an equal.

Seeing him like this against Prescott.

Jeb took the initiative and said, "Florida Mutual Bank?"

Milo tore his eyes away from Prescott.

"Uncle, you know that too?"

"Haha, how could I not know? That's Florida Mutual Bank!!"

Jeb chuckled.

"I even served as a director when my father moved into the White House. But I left four years ago."

Americans don't have corruption.

Because everyone came here openly.

That's called political exchange.

Since the rule is obvious, it is an exchange.

So of course there is no corruption.

So when I lived in a white house.

Each of the sons can easily become successful.

But wait until I leave the white house.

The sons will feel a little lonely to some extent.

This is not corruption.

This is an American characteristic.

Oh? Is this also the case outside of the United States? Then this is a human trait.

"I can introduce you to some shareholders."

Jeb said: "But that's all you can do. Now that Florida Mutual has been taken over, the main battleground is no longer in Miami, but in Washington."

Milo nodded, he was actually very clear about this.

Florida Mutual Bank was already bankrupt and was taken over.

Then just accept its future fate. Washington has more say.

"When an elephant falls, it's hard for a lion, tiger or wolf to not know about such a huge trophy in the spring and summer."

Milo: "I just want to have a few bites."

Jeb breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his nephew say this.

When he spoke to his father Herbert on the phone last night, his biggest worry was that Milo would come over and want to kill him.

If Milo really did that, Jeb would be in trouble both inside and outside.

When the time comes, we'll just mess around and it would be good if Milo succeeds.

Milo will quit if he fails.

The most embarrassed person would be him, a member of the bush whose roots are in Florida.

"How about hosting a drinking party?"

Jeb suggested, "Whatever you want to do, since you are here, you might as well meet the locals."

If it was my third uncle Neil who made this request.

Milo would most likely refuse.

This uneducated uncle is always trying to use his fame to make money.

"no problem."

He agreed immediately.

"Tomorrow night or the night after tomorrow?"

"I'm fine with either." Milo smiled. He looked at Jeb and said, "I came to Miami just for vacation. I'll stay here for a while."

Jeb understood.

He was also a man of decisive character, and he stood up immediately, "I'll go get ready."

Milo also stood up and said to his uncle, "Thank you, uncle."

Jeb smiled at him and turned away.

Prescott saw his cousin and his father stand up.

I saw my brother get up and leave.

Prescott opened his mouth and wanted to say goodbye to his cousin.

"Prescott, are you still at the University of Texas?"

Prescott nodded primly and answered honestly, "Yes, like my father. I am at the University of Texas at Austin, and I also major in Latin American Studies."

"Have you ever considered going to California to study?"

"Huh?" Prescott was stunned.

“Stanford University, Caltech, UC Berkeley, and UCLA in California are all very good.”

Milo smiled: "Go back and think about it."

"Okay." Prescott was a little confused about what his cousin meant.

But he still answered respectfully and said goodbye to his cousin.

He quickly left the restaurant and caught up with his father who was waiting for him outside.

The father and son were speechless. After getting in the car, they drove for a while.

Prescott finally mustered up the courage to say to his father, "Dad, my cousin Milo just told me to consider going to college in California..."

"Um?"

Jeb turned his gaze from the window and looked at his son.

"What did he say?"

Prescott recounted the conversation that had just taken place between Milo and him.

After he finished speaking, he saw the smile on his father's face disappear in an instant.

"Think about it carefully for yourself."

Suddenly, Prescott heard his father say, "I'll talk to your grandfather. Maybe, maybe you can go to California to study."

"Okay." Prescott nodded respectfully.

Even though he hasn't graduated from college yet, even though he is only twenty-one years old.

After all, he comes from a political family.

With the teachings and examples of our elders.

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Prescott certainly knew.

My cousin asked me to study in California, which was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

If it's just reading.

With the power of the Shrub family, what school in the world can't he go to? But his cousin wanted him to study in California, and his father said he had to discuss this with his grandfather.

It’s obvious…

Prescott thought of his own father, who came to Florida as a young man.

He thought, if his grandfather agreed.

I might really be sent to California.

What are you going there for? Probably to open another branch of the Bush Family there like your father did!

The thought of having the opportunity to officially enter the political arena, and possibly starting in California.

Prescott was getting a little excited.

Once again, he felt that Blackburn's cousin was so nice to him!

As for Milo, after seeing off his second uncle.

His motorcade did not stop at the restaurant, nor did it return to the Four Seasons Hotel where he had stayed last night.

A fleet of more than ten black Maybachs and Rolls-Royce Phantoms.

When we drove onto the main road, more than 30 SUVs of different models surrounded us.

The large convoy of vehicles was headed to Palm Beach, Florida, located on a narrow island running north-south on the Atlantic coast.

In a black Rolls-Royce Phantom in the middle, Milo listened to Kenny's report.

"It has basically been cleaned up and confirmed to be safe."

"Mr. Gimp's people are very cooperative and are currently under our control."

"However, Mr. Gimp's daughter, Miss Ivana, is willing to cooperate. But several of her friends, when they heard that you, the boss, were coming, they were reluctant to leave."

"Have you confirmed your identity?" Milo asked.

"Confirmed. In addition to Mr. Gimp's daughter, Miss Ivana, there are two young ladies from the New York Hilton family, Paris Hilton and Nikki Hilton, and two young ladies from the Hearst family, Milydia Hearst and Amanda Hearst."

After a long conversation, Kenny added:

"They arrived four days ago. They are here for vacation and to attend some fashion events in Miami."

Milo nodded but said nothing.

Kenny observed his boss's expression.

The boss didn't give any orders, and he didn't know whether he should ask those New York girls to leave.

Or just ignore them.

Anyway, the place is big, so it’s okay to let them live outside for the time being.

Thinking of this, Kenny remained silent.

The convoy continued to drive like this on the roads of Florida.

Until before noon.

The convoy finally arrived at its destination - Mar-a-Lago.

This is a vacation estate located in Palm Beach, a resort town in Florida.

It was built in 1927 and is located on a long and narrow island, facing the Atlantic Ocean and backed by the lagoon. It covers an area of ​​about 80,000 square meters and has a construction area of ​​about 10,000 square meters.

The estate was originally built by General Foods heiress Marjorie Merriweather Post between 1924 and 1927.

Marjorie Merriweather Post's vision for the estate at the time was to provide a place for the president of the United States to recuperate and escape the cold in the winter, as well as to receive foreign guests and high-ranking officials.

After her death in 1973, her family bequeathed the estate to the nation.

The president at the time didn't like this place, so after 1980 it was returned to the descendants of Marjorie Merriweather Post.

Later, Gimp bought the place for $8 million.

He started to rebuild this place a few years ago and set up a private club here two years ago.

The overall architecture of the manor is Spanish style and has 126 rooms.

There is a main building in the middle, which includes banquet halls, conference halls, private residences and other major facilities.

The buildings around the main building are mostly entertainment or leisure facilities of the manor.

In theory, as long as you join the Manor Club or become a member of the Gimp Golf Club, you can come here for vacation.

Social members can also temporarily rent venues in the manor to hold weddings or other events.

The private club that Jinpu opened two years ago was not very high-end.

Milo came here on a whim.

He doesn't own any property here, and there are too many people coming.

Especially the security personnel united around the world.

It’s not a good idea to stay in a hotel in the city all the time.

It just so happened that Kimple often vacationed here, so Milo borrowed Mar-a-Lago.

But he did not move in immediately. Instead, he asked someone to check and arrange the place.

Just came here today.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Wow, it gives me the feeling that even if Zipperton came here for vacation, it wouldn't be as good as this!"

When a convoy consisting of various black luxury cars drove into the Mar-a-Lago Manor on the narrow island of Palm Beach.

In the manor, there were five young girls, some even called young girls.

They were standing on the porch of the private residence in the manor, whispering and pointing at the convoy.

The above words were said by Paris Hilton, a good friend of Ivana, the daughter of Don Trump, the owner of this manor.

"Honestly. Ivana, can we stay here? It was a little scary last night. I almost thought someone was going to attack Mar-a-Lago with arms."

He is also Ivana's friend, but his previous relationship with Ivana was just that.

However, when Ivana went to study in Boston, she became close friends with Ariana from Rockefeller University at Harvard Preparatory School.

And everyone in New York knew that her father was good friends with Milo Blackburn.

Amanda Hearst and Ivana's relationship as ordinary friends has only transformed into their current best friends.

It was Amanda who spoke: "I saw those people even carrying heavy weapons! God, this is America! Not Africa or Latin America! What do they want to do with those weapons? Do they want to attack Miami City Hall?"

It happened yesterday evening.

The five little ones were having a great time at Mar-a-Lago.

Summer vacation in the United States.

Ivana suddenly received a call from her father.

It is said that next, Mar-a-Lago will be loaned to Milo Blackburn.

This is for his vacation here and it will not be open to the public in the short term.

The five little ones' reaction at that time was joy, because - that was Milo Blackburn!

Paris Hilton is fine.

She had gone to cocktail parties with her father and grandfather several times, and had seen Milo from afar and had even greeted him.

Not to mention Ivana.

But the other three little ones have not seen this American wealth legend in person so far.

In their circle, this person is regarded as the most wealthy son-in-law.

However, just as Ivana and others were waiting for Milo's arrival with anticipation.

It was not Milo Blackburn who came, but a group of staff from United Global Guarantee Company who almost scared them.

It was so grand, with about one or two hundred people driving in.

They almost thought they were going to be kidnapped or killed.

Later, I felt a little relieved when I learned that they were Milo's security team.

But not long after, they accidentally saw Milo's security team carrying a large number of scary-looking things from the car.

For example, simple anti-aircraft weapon facilities, various thick black pipes...

Five little ones who are used to the glamorous world of New York socialites.

They had never seen such a scene before.

They were all scared.

And the key point is that Milo didn't come last night, and the people here still refused to let them go...

It made them very nervous last night.

Fortunately, they were not prevented from contacting the outside world.

They all called home and asked their elders for help.

However, after their elders figured out the situation, they all asked them to continue staying in Mar-a-Lago.

"Think about your friend Ivana and her father's changing status in New York."

Paris's father, William, said this to Paris on the phone.

So today we have the scene where the five little ones are here to welcome Milo's arrival.

While my girlfriends were still talking about it.

Looking at the convoy in front, Ivana suddenly stood out from the crowd and walked quickly outside.

The other four kids were stunned for a moment.

Ivana had already walked up to the female bodyguards who were blocking them.

One of the female bodyguards, who looked like a leader, seemed to want to stop her.

Ivana said seriously:

"I'm Ivana Gimp! This is my home, and my father is a good friend of Mr. Blackburn! I'm a close friend of Mr. Blackburn's fiancée! He's visiting my home, so I should go and greet him!"

The female bodyguard who looked like a leader hesitated.

The five kids saw her pick up the walkie-talkie and say something to the other end.

Then she said, "You may pass, Miss Gimp."

Ivana then smiled happily.

She left her other four girlfriends behind and walked towards the oncoming convoy.

Paris was moved and was about to follow.

Unexpectedly, Amanda, who had just made a complaint, took the lead.

"Little bitch!"

Paris cried in her heart.

However, she and Amanda were stopped by the female bodyguards.

"You can't go there unless the boss wants to see you. Ladies, but if you want to leave, you can always do so."

If it were replaced by an ordinary bodyguard.

Maybe the four rich girls from New York would get angry and not be so obedient.

But last night, they saw with their own eyes the weapons carried by these tough female bodyguards.

It's just like a Hollywood blockbuster.

And that was Milo Blackburn, a superior person even in New York City.

Even if their ancestors came, they had to be polite.

Just because Ivana can do that doesn't mean they can.

The four little ones had no choice but to swallow their anger and go back to the porch.

But to let them go, you could have done it last night.

Now they don't want to leave.

"Ah, good afternoon, Ivana."

Milo got off the Maybach.

He looked up and saw the girl walking so fast that her chest was bouncing as if there were two rabbits in her chest.

He opened his mouth and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Milo! I didn't expect to see you here. My father told me that you are here for vacation?"

Ivana panted slightly, and said happily as she looked at the handsome man in front of her.

(End of this chapter)