I thought this guy looked rude, but he actually has a talent for fashion design.
But upon closer inspection: Size 8, purse-shaped, long legs. Size 11, pear-shaped, good body proportions. Size 18, apple-shaped…
Although I don't understand some of the terminology, I'm certain I have absolutely nothing to do with fashion design.
I glanced at the bodyguard sitting behind me out of the corner of my eye, and a thought struck me. Wocote's eyes immediately went blank.
Is Dyson really your enemy?
"yes!"
Holy crap? Is it just a coincidence?
Why did you approach me?
"The organization leader sent me to approach you in order to find out the whereabouts of the traitor Lu Qianning."
Uri?
But how did Lu Qianning become a traitor? Wasn't she the leader of Wuri?
Originally, I was just reluctant to see Lu Qianning leave, but now I can't help but feel worried.
I couldn't hypnotize him for long, so I sat up straight, which also broke the hypnosis on Walcott.
"Hey bro! Anything you like?"
Holy crap! Is he here to choose a concubine?
"What? You think you can just take it if you want it?"
"Of course, what is it that money can't be used? If it can't be used, it's because you haven't given enough money."
Um... okay! That's true in many cases.
"Forget it! I'm not interested."
"I bet you're not interested in these low-end things, bro. Let's go!"
"Why?"
I was dragged out and, after getting into the car, I was taken to a place called Rose Manor.
This place is full of luxury cars and beautiful women!
The huge parking lot was filled with top-of-the-line luxury cars, such as Ferraris and Lamborghinis, which are all too common brands.
Some cars, just by looking at them, I know they must be expensive, but I just can't remember the brand.
"This isn't a place anyone can just walk into, is it?"
"Go in, they'll be more than happy to welcome you!"
"Oh? Why?"
Walcott counted on his fingers and said, "Handsome, single, rich, powerful, and most importantly, you own a media company that can create superstars."
Damn! The media company isn't mine.
"I didn't even know I had so many good points."
"You'll find out once you come with me."
Walcott led me inside; he was an acquaintance, and the gatekeeper bowed and scraped to him.
When it came to me, Walcott deliberately remained silent.
The security guard asked me, "May I ask your name, sir?"
"Zheng Yang!"
The security guard looked up, and I assumed he didn't know how to write my name, but then he asked:
"Is it Vice President Zheng?"
"Uh...yes!"
The security guard immediately bowed: "So it's Vice President Zheng, please come in!"
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