Although there were not many people present at this cocktail party, they were all well-known figures in Chicago.
Therefore, security and privacy must be fully guaranteed.
The top floor of Trump Tower is a seven-star hotel. Frank directly booked the entire roof garden. When night falls, standing on the open-air balcony on the 98th floor, you can see the view of Lake Michigan and the Chicago skyline.
On one side of the terrace garden, there are several exquisite food carts, which are filled with a variety of expensive wines and high-quality appetizers. In the corner, there are three musicians playing soft music live.
As the sky gradually darkened, three scantily clad, extremely tall women appeared on the scene.
The three of them each held a glass of red wine, standing together seductively, discussing tonight's guests.
"Sister, have you heard? Frank invited FBI Director Douglas tonight!"
"That guy is a pervert! A sister was with him once, and the next day her body was covered in bruises!"
"Ah! Really? So scary? Does that guy pay much?"
"I heard it depends on his mood. Sometimes he can give tens of thousands of dollars a night!"
"Ohhh! That's not bad....That's not bad!"
The three sisters were chatting when Frank came over with a glass of red wine, grabbed a woman's hand, pulled her aside, and asked quietly, "Vivian, how are your preparations going?"
"Don't worry! I've brought all the equipment!" Vivian replied.
Vivian is only in her twenties this year. She is a well-known fashion model. She is 175 cm tall and her legs are more than one meter long.
On weekdays, she followed Frank and got a lot of resources. Now she didn't dare to refuse to help Frank with a small favor.
Frank put his arm around Vivian's slender waist and said, "Okay! Tonight it all depends on your performance!"
"Don't you have a good relationship with Congressman Blair? Why do you have to resort to such means?" Vivian asked curiously.
"Those are just superficial relationships. In order to get things done, we must have two options..."
The two had just exchanged a few words when they saw Blair arrive at the scene.
No matter what happens behind the scenes, Blair is always dressed in a suit, with his hair combed neatly and a kind smile on his face, a typical people-friendly politician.
"Come on! I'll take you to see him!"
Frank said as he led Vivian forward and greeted him loudly without hesitation: "Welcome! Great Senator!"
"Oh! Frank!" Blair said, picking up a glass of red wine. "What a great place you found this time! The view is great!"
"Hahaha, of course! The scenery is beautiful and the people are even more beautiful!" Frank grabbed Vivian's hand and introduced, "This is Miss Vivian, a graduate of the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and now a fashion model!"
"Hello, Miss!" Blair greeted Vivian with a smile on his face.
He actually noticed this tall woman at first sight. Tonight, this woman must be his.
Vivian took the initiative to clink glasses with Blair and said cutely, "Hello, Congressman! I appreciate your guidance!"
"Oh, okay, okay!" Blair said, "I'll teach you a lesson tonight! Hahaha!"
Seeing that the two men had made eye contact, Frank stopped disturbing them and said, "Then you two can have a good chat," then walked away with his glass of wine.
After a while, FBI director Douglas and police chief Daniel arrived at the hotel rooftop at the same time, and several women in long skirts immediately surrounded them.
Frank came over and shouted, "Ladies, don't worry! There's still a lot of time tonight! You have plenty of time!"
The women chattered and laughed and walked away.
Frank then greeted the two: "Welcome, both of you! I've been waiting for you!"
The two men didn't take Frank seriously and asked, "Where's the Congressman? Blair hasn't arrived yet?"
Frank pointed to a figure not far away, chatting with Vivian, and said, "He's here a while ago, but he's flirting with girls! It's not convenient to disturb him now!"
Both of them knew Senator Blair's temper, so they tacitly agreed not to disturb Blair.
Frank invited, "Come on! I've prepared a great wine for you two today! I'll take you two to try it!"
"I've cost you money again, Mr. Frank!"
The two politely followed Frank to a food cart in the corner of the rooftop garden and sat down.
Frank snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over with a tray and placed three exquisite glasses on the table.
Then, he took out a green wine bottle with a completely faded label and held it up to show the three people.
"This is 1775 Massandra Mountain Sherry! One bottle less, one bottle less!" Flack introduced.
The waiter skillfully picked up the corkscrew, twisted it and inserted it into the bottle mouth, and with a force, a crisp sound came out.
Douglas from the FBI and Daniel from the police station looked at each other, both of them seemed a little bit unconvinced. This wine has been stored for more than two hundred years, and there is still gas in it?
The waiter poured each person a glass of slightly yellowish white wine.
Chicago Police Commissioner Daniel took the cup, shook it, and then took a small sip.
"Hmm! This wine is good! Rich and strong, with a long aftertaste!" said Daniel.
Frank replied with a smile: "Hahaha, thank you for the compliment, Director!"
Those who take from others are soft-hearted, and those who eat from others are grateful.
Daniel also knew that he did not attend Frank's cocktail party for nothing. He would reciprocate the favors and help Frank with some trivial matters on weekdays.
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