"Don't be too discouraged." Lady Isabella patted Emma's shoulder gently and said softly, "We've tried our best. I will try to negotiate with the auction owner and do my best … "
Emma nodded with a complicated feeling.
Although the exaggerated sunglasses almost covered half of his face, she still recognized his identity. She would like to believe that she was wrong because she always had a good impression of him and thought that he was a good person. She didn't expect him to be no different from these beast-like rich people. This couldn't help but shake the lofty image in her heart.
The auction was over.
Emma got up and left and went to the open-air platform outside the venue. Lady Isabella went backstage to see if she could negotiate with the buyer and persuade him to send the children to a regular shelter. Although they knew very well that this possibility was slim, after all, it was 600 million US dollars …
"Miss Watson, we meet again."
Just then, a familiar and annoying voice came from behind. Emma Watson turned around and when she saw the face of Berkeley Lewis, she immediately took two steps back in disgust.
"It seems that you haven't forgotten me." Berkeley Lewis smiled. "I'm really flattered."
"Please don't speak in such a misleading manner, Mr. Lewis." Emma's face was cold as she raised her chin slightly and said, "If I remember correctly, your dad should have warned you to stay away from me."
"Please don't be so nervous. I'm just here to apologize to you today."
"Apologize?" Emma frowned.
"For being rude when we first met," Berkeley said politely. "As an apology, I wonder if I have the honor to buy you a drink?"
When the auction was only a third of the way through, he left the venue early. Next, Elsa would visit the protagonist of the banquet on behalf of her father – Mr. Eller, the chairman of the Sundax Group.
"I'm not in the mood today. Don't bother me," Emma said irritably and turned to leave.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave." Seeing that Emma was about to leave, Berkeley wasn't willing to give up so easily. He subconsciously reached out and wanted to grab her shoulder, but he didn't expect his hand to be pinched by a hand that stretched out from the side. He couldn't move an inch.
Berkeley's face turned red and he looked to the side angrily.
Two annoying faces entered his sight at the same time.
At some point, Leslie and her male companion had already walked to the side. And the one who pinched his claw was the man standing next to Leslie.
"Let go of my hand." He stared at Jiang Chen with his snake-like eyes. The hypocritical politeness was torn apart by his nature at this moment. Berkeley said word by word, "Kid, don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're connected to the Garcia family. She can protect you for the rest of your life? When we get off the boat, I'll let you know — "
"Mr. Lewis, it seems like you still haven't learned your lesson?" Interrupting Berkeley's speech, Jiang Chen smiled faintly and took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his other hand. "Tell me, what will you let me know?"
In an instant, Berkeley's pupils almost shrank to a point. As if he had seen a ghost, the blood instantly faded from his face.
The humiliation at the Penglai City charity party that day was like poison spreading from his heart to his hands and feet. At this moment, he finally recalled the fear at that time. His hands and feet were cold and trembling …
Jiang Chen smelled a faint smell of urine and glanced at his pants. He saw that the color of the crotch area was significantly darker, and water droplets flowed down the trousers to the ground.
Jiang Chen threw away the hand in disgust and looked at Berkeley, whose face was ashen.
"You have three seconds to disappear from my face. If I see you in front of me again … "
Before Jiang Chen finished his words, Berkeley ran away.
Because of his panic, when he passed through the crowd, his leg bumped into the table, and he was drenched in champagne. In the end, under the surprised and disdainful gazes, he crawled out of the banquet hall.
As for Elsa, he couldn't care less about the task his father gave him. Now he just wanted to leave New York as soon as possible and return to Los Santos …
The farther away from that devil, the better!
Emma looked at Jiang Chen with a complicated expression. The latter noticed her gaze, put on his sunglasses again, and looked at her with a smile.
Just now, she confirmed that it was indeed Jiang Chen who bought the orphanage. She didn't understand why he did this, and she didn't want to believe that Jiang Chen was that kind of person. So, after hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't help but ask.
"That orphanage, what are you going to do with it?"
Leslie looked at Miss Watson in surprise.
Generally speaking, no one at an upper-class gathering would ask this kind of question face to face.
Jiang Chen noticed the expression on Emma's face and guessed what she was thinking, so he smiled.
"Are you talking about the children in the orphanage?"
"Mhmm …"
"I found them a job."
"A job?"
"Yes, do you want to take a look together?"
After hesitating for a moment, Emma nodded.
Jiang Chen put on the wireless headset, opened the holographic screen on his watch, opened the address book, and dialed a number.
As soon as the phone was connected, Bernice's voice came from the other side.
"Hello?"
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Of course, what can I do for you?"
"Go to the airport at about nine o 'clock. Accompany me to the US Virgin Islands."
“OK。”
After he hung up the phone, Jiang Chen looked at Emma.
"If you are interested, wait for me at JFK Airport at nine o 'clock tomorrow morning."
After Jiang Chen said this, he didn't say anything else and took Leslie to the guest room on the cruise.
"She's your lover?"
"Kind of a friend." Jiang Chen smiled and patted Leslie's butt. "What? Are you jealous? "
Of course, Jiang Chen wouldn't say that "Hermione" was his goddess when he was a child. Part of the reason was because of feelings. He appreciated Emma Watson, but it was just appreciation. If he really wanted to do something, it wasn't quite his style.
Turning a British lady who was passionate about "women's freedom" and public welfare into his lover was more than a challenge. Jiang Chen could feel that "Hermione" still had a good impression of him, but there was still a big gap between this good impression and liking.
"How come?" Leslie charmingly rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen and held his arm. "I'm just a little curious."
She wouldn't ask questions that shouldn't be asked.
Although she wasn't very smart, she still had this level of shrewdness.
From the very beginning, she had made her position very clear.
The third daughter of the Garcia family.
And the lover of the president of Celestial Trade …
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