"Which one?”

"That one.”

Lu Liang raised an eyebrow, looking to the front left.

The place where they were, it seemed like there was an invisible camera, pointing at the left front or right front.

In every direction, there were some girls chatting, all without exception displaying their most beautiful angles.

To the front left where Lu Liang looked, there was a supermodel about 175cm tall, with burgundy wavy long hair, a delicate face resembling a Barbie doll, a black strapless short dress accentuating her fiery and sexy figure.

"Camila Moro, Lu, interested in her?”

Geoffrey squinted with a smile, blurting out the background of the other party.

Argentinian, born in ’97, elected Miss Argentina in ’16, thus signed with Victoria’s Secret entering the entertainment circle, main profession is actress and model.

Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his mouth, picked up a glass of wine, and walked toward their direction, using actions to show Geoffrey he was indeed interested.

"Lovely lady, may I have the honor to drink a glass with you?” Lu Liang smiled as he approached Camila Moro.

"Of course,” Camila hurriedly raised her glass, her brown pupils unable to hide her excitement.

"Did you come here with friends tonight?”

"Mr. Geoffrey has a cooperation with our company, occasionally hosting parties and inviting us to join the fun.”

"How old are you this year?”

"I am from the year when Xiangjiang returned to the mainland, and my birthday is coincidentally on July 1st.”

"That’s rare, you actually know the day Xiangjiang returned.”

"Of course, I’ve loved Eastern culture since I was young, always wanting to see the Great Wall. Just reading Wikipedia’s introduction is impressive, how did people build walls on high mountains in the past.”

"Come to East Country when you get the chance, I’ll take you to see it. It’s majestic and beautiful, only witnessing it firsthand will you know how great people were back then.”

"That’s settled then.”

Although Lu Liang’s way of chatting was quite straightforward, like household registration inquiry, under the influence of power, Camila could always catch the conversation and find new topics.

As time passed, the two gazed at the endless ocean and starry sky, their bodies getting closer.

Camila nestled on Lu Liang’s shoulder, glancing behind, someone was staring at them relentlessly.

She smiled shyly, feigning innocence, “Darling, do you feel someone is watching us?”

"Maybe you drank a bit too much, having hallucinations,” Lu Liang casually wrapped his arm around Camila’s slender waist.

Of course, he knew who Camila was talking about, indeed someone was staring at them, but it didn’t matter.

Camila hummed softly, whispering, “The sea breeze tonight is so strong, it’s making me dizzy.”

"Let me help you upstairs to rest for a while,” Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his eyes, assisting Camila toward upstairs.

Some parts of her were very attractive, perhaps because she still needed to rely on runway work for income, hence her body proportions mattered.

Though possessing the Western and American favorite curvy hips and narrow waist and plump lips, but not as bloated as the Kardashians, her curves were just right, fitting Lu Liang’s aesthetic.

Seeing the two intimately pass through the crowd, prepared to go inside, Emma burned with anger, this moment she could no longer hold back, softly cried out, “Lu Liang!”

Flirting with another woman right in front of her, she could tolerate, calming herself saying it’s a business affair for men, after all, she noticed Lu Liang seemed uninterested in Geoffrey’s recent topic.

But she didn’t expect Lu Liang wanted to turn a play into reality, even planning to take that woman upstairs to rest?

Completely treating her as transparent?

This shout attracted everyone’s attention present, including Su Shimin, Geoffrey, each with an amused smile, interested in seeing Lu Liang’s backyard catching fire.

Wanting to know how he would ultimately deal with it, because this kind of thing can reveal character traits, supplementing their profiles on Lu Liang, facilitating future dealings with him.

"Something wrong?” Lu Liang turned his head, his expression gradually cooling.

If at this moment, Emma chose to ignore, then after tonight, she would still be his United States sweetheart, also having proper resources in the future, would be hers.

But she shouldn’t mistake play for reality, even considering confronting him face to face.

If the relationship between them was a business cooperation.

Then Lu Liang was the party with unlimited power, and Emma was just the party needing to meet any demand of the first party, and bear it silently.

Unless she could, like Lu Liang, provide investors with undeniable hefty profits stably.

Otherwise, she was in no position to question, let alone question in front of so many people.

From the moment she reprimanded, the relationship between the two had drawn to a close.

Emma stunned, seeing Lu Liang’s gaze, no grief greater than heart’s death, words stopped at the lips, nothing came out.

That gaze, not even as good as to strangers, as deep as the abyss, devoid of warmth, inducing fear and unease.

"Everyone, enjoy yourselves, I have to go take care of something.”

Lu Liang cast a cold glance, then smiled again, warmly embraced Camila entering indoors, both ascending the stairs to the bedroom upstairs.

When the bedroom door closed at that moment, Camila transformed into an Ancient Greek siren, like a blazing flame, eager to devour Lu Liang.

She knelt down, loosened Lu Liang’s belt, her plump lips, exhibiting their purpose at this moment…

Just now, Lu Liang’s attitude toward Emma was not unnoticed by her, but she wouldn’t feel saddened by it.

She would only see it as her opportunity.

Margot originally got the Joker Girl role, but Emma forcibly snatched it, thus becoming the new generation Joker Girl, and the leading lady of DC.

The reason was simple, she was Lu Liang’s lover.

Clearly a normal benefit exchange, yet she wanted to monopolize Lu Liang, even foolishly questioning him outright, embarrassing Lu Liang.

Foolish person,

Then don’t blame her for exploiting the void.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the villa courtyard, tonight’s party reached its climax, flashing lights, lively music, beautiful girls singing and dancing fervently.

Su Shimin and others shed their jackets, as if casting off pretentious masks, fondling willy-nilly.

Emma sat alone in the corner, drinking sullenly.

Little Wang glanced over, but didn’t continue paying attention.

Emma Roberts, once his dream goddess, but now Lu Liang’s lover.

Then her identity was only Lu Liang’s lover.

Little Wang wouldn’t step in to persuade, nor could he.

If she could figure it out herself, great, if not, it only indicated she was unfit for this fame arena.

After a few glasses of strong liquor, Little Wang also picked a favorite female guest among the crowd.

The black beauty from Ethiopia has neither a snub nose, nor protruded lips, nor a broad forehead.

Although her appearance resembles that of an Asian, her figure is rare even among millions of Asian girls.

At 178 cm tall, her long, slender legs resemble chopsticks; if wrapped around one’s waist, it probably would squeeze the soul out.

Especially her skin, which is the greatest advantage of black people, it glides like silk, seemingly without pores or sweat, far more delicate than that of Asian and European-American girls.

Little Wang, with his desired female guest, also plans to find a room inside to start a passionate battle.

When he looks again towards Emma’s corner, it’s already deserted.

Little Wang is puzzled, glancing around, suddenly noticing a lonely figure silently leaving the villa courtyard.

She stands solitary under the street lamp at the gate, hailing a cab, turning back for one last look, then resolutely departs.

"Darling, what are you looking at?”

The black girl asks curiously, her eyes like stars in the dark night.

"I’m definitely looking at you. I’m afraid I can’t find you in this dark setting.” Little Wang retracts his gaze, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"You’re so naughty~”

"I can be even naughtier; do you want to check it out?”

"Kama~”

As the night deepens, the unselected female guests can only leave with disappointment, as the battle horns resonate in every room.

Rising and falling, never-ending.

Unknowingly, the horizon blushes with dawn, and a fiery sun gradually rises.

In mid to late July, the period of the sun’s fiercest brightness of the year, even the sunrise remains dazzling.

The sunshade curtain of the second-floor room is forgotten to be closed, and when sunlight spills into the room, Lu Liang wakes up.

He pushes away the long beautiful legs resting on his stomach, and casually removes the rubber cover from his lower body that he forgot to take off last night.

Glancing at the time, he finds it’s a little past seven, more than two hours until the final begins.

Though it’s morning, it’s not cold at all,

Instead, there’s an inexplicable sense of dry heat.

A splash from the balcony draws Lu Liang’s attention. He leans over the balcony to look down.

Obviously, he’s not the only one feeling this heat.

Little Wang woke up sometime, already swimming freely in the pool downstairs wearing swimming trunks.

"Swimming in the morning doesn’t seem too bad.”

Prompted by a thought, Lu Liang decisively changes into swim trunks, sprinting to the pool downstairs.

"Didn’t sleep last night?”

Lu Liang dives several laps, expending his abundant morning energy before finally encountering Little Wang.

Suddenly noticing his bloodshot eyes and swollen eye bags.

"Wanted to sleep, but couldn’t.”

Little Wang sighs. Last night, busy until after four, intending to nap a bit, but habitually swiped his phone.

Douyin’s algorithms are too wicked. After he watched a football commentator’s analysis of the strengths of both sides in the World Cup finals and the identity of the mysterious wealthy from East Country, it continued recommending similar videos.

He just kept swiping, kept swiping,

Until morning, feeling increasingly anxious.

Just like the speculation of European and American media, domestically it’s believed that the Eastern magnate who bet ten billion US dollars exclusively on France’s team is Lu Liang.

Lu Liang’s influence in the country is immense, needless to say, the lottery odds directly pressed to 1.22 is the best proof.

If France doesn’t win the championship in this World Cup,

I’m afraid the rooftops will be crowded with people.

The problem is there’s quite a bit of conspiracy theory online, speculating that this World Cup will result in a shocking upset, losing big to win small.

Little Wang is dubious, leaving him even more sleepless.

3.65 billion US dollars has already drained all his assets; if gone, he truly would return to his pre-liberation state overnight.

At least for the next half year, before the private equity fund of Tianxing III settles dividends, he must behave honestly.

There’s no more money to support him in doing anything.

Lu Liang abruptly changes his swimming style, floating on his back around Little Wang: “If you don’t want to play, you can just say so, and I’ll transfer the money to you now.”

He pauses for a few seconds, adds: “You’ve already done me a big favor by taking the fall for me, and that’s the truth.”

"Don’t come up with that, do I look like someone who can’t afford to play?”

Little Wang glances askance, a look of indignation on his face.

Then suddenly reveals concern: “Just a bit nervous now; the capital power to make France win doesn’t seem as strong as that to make France lose.”

"Loss or win doesn’t matter.”

Lu Liang chuckles, just as he speaks, Little Wang completes the sentence: “Making someone upset is what matters, right?”

"No wonder you’re a good son to your father; next time I’ll definitely tell Yuchen to stop competing with you.” Lu Liang smiles with squinted eyes.

"Get lost.”

Little Wang splashed several ladles of water to let Lu Liang drink his fill.

Seeing Lu Liang was really choking, ready to lose his temper, Little Wang hurriedly said, “Emma left last night.”

"How did she leave?”

"By taxi.”

As Little Wang recounts what he saw last night, Lu Liang pauses in silence, letting out a long sigh: “Leaving is leaving; not fitting into this vanity fair, leaving isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

There’s no sadness, as there’s no real emotion.

Just a slight loss, Emma is probably the second woman who voluntarily left him.

The ones who leave always seem more memorable.

Just like stars and artists, after they die, they become legends.

But Lu Liang doesn’t mind; after all, he didn’t start building his fortune until thirty, he has long experienced the fickleness and coldness of society and knows the world never revolves around one person.

Those who stay, he’ll take good care of,

Those who choose to leave, he won’t try to retain.