Mr. Khalifa, who was wearing a white Arab robe, opened his arms and walked towards Fu Huai 'an with a smile.
"Mr. Fu, my friend …" Mr. Khalifa opened his arms and hugged Fu Huai 'an politely, unable to conceal the joy in his eyes. "I'm very happy that you agreed to come!"
Fu Huai 'an nodded politely, his masculine and deep features extraordinarily handsome.
Arabs and Westerners were born with deep eye sockets and well-defined facial features. When Fu Huai 'an stood with them, his eyes seemed deeper than theirs, perhaps because of his high arched eyebrows and deep eyes …
He had a tall nose, thin lips, and a chiseled jaw. He exuded the masculine charm of a mature man.
As helicopters landed one after another, the sound of their propellers was loud. Mr. Khalifa had no choice but to whisper in Fu Huai 'an's ear, "Many friends from the financial industry came tonight. They know that Mr. Fu is coming and can't wait to get to know him …"
Mr. Khalifa entering with Fu Huai 'an was enough to attract attention.
Everyone in Dubai's upper-class circle knew that Mr. Khalifa was famous for being arrogant. He had never gone out to welcome someone like this and even brought him in personally!
Some people were guessing Fu Huai 'an's identity, while others had seen him on the news two days ago. They were talking about how Fu Huai' an stirred up trouble on Wall Street and shook the global stock market back then.
Mr. Khalifa's private party was extravagant …
In the indoor fountain, there was a lady with a hot figure standing in the water. She was only wearing a bikini and was completely drenched. She twisted her body and danced seductively to the music.
A golden-haired lady in a sexy outfit walked past Fu Huai 'an, and the scent of perfume assaulted his nostrils.
On the dance floor, men and women were holding wine glasses and twisting their bodies to the music and the rhythm of the DJ, chatting and laughing.
There were bodyguards guarding the staircase, looking as if they couldn't go up. Fu Huai 'an asked Little Lu to wait downstairs while he went up to the second floor with Mr. Khalifa.
The second floor looked like a gathering place for small groups. Four men with extraordinary bearings sat on the sofa and talked about financial issues. There were no beautiful women accompanying them, and the music and lighting were the same, but the atmosphere was completely different from downstairs.
From afar, Fu Huai 'an could already recognize the World Bank's Executive Vice President cum CFO, one was the CEO of the UK's Financial Services Authority, and the other two were well-known tycoons from Dubai.
Back when Fu Huai 'an was in the United States, he had come into contact with Jude Hoult, the executive vice president and chief financial officer of the World Bank. Back then, Jude Hoult was still a board member of the United Kingdom's Financial Services Authority. Back then, Fu Huai' an knew that he was someone with potential. He hadn't expected him to become the CEO in just a few years.
"Everyone …"
Mr. Khalifa had just brought Fu Huai 'an over when Jude Holt stood up with a smile and extended a hand to Fu Huai' an. "Mr. Fu, we meet again!"
"Mr. Hoult …" Fu Huai 'an shook hands with Jude Hoult, who was a few years older than him.
Fu Huai 'an's suit was well-ironed, and his figure was tall and straight. His eyes and the space between his brows were filled with an aura of authority that had been honed for many years in the business world. He had the steady aura of a successful person, and his every movement made others feel intimidated.
Mr. Khalifa then introduced the other three to Fu Huai 'an, and the few of them sat down to continue the discussion on financial issues. Since Fu Huai' an joined in, Jude Holt asked,
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Fu Huai 'an didn't say much, but every word he said hit the nail on the head. His language was simple and capable, but his analysis was very thorough. The few of them couldn't help but nod.
Mr. Khalifa had just asked someone to serve the wine when he heard Jude Holt shout, "Who does Mr. Khalifa want to knock out today? To actually serve this wine. The last time I drank it was at Mr. Khalifa's place, and I passed out after two glasses! "
Mr. Khalifa laughed. "This is a gift from Mr. Fu!"
Fu Huai 'an nodded.
"Then I'll borrow Mr. Fu's wine to propose a toast to Mr. Fu …" Jude Holt humorously raised his glass to Fu Huai 'an.
Fu Huai 'an didn't decline, and they nodded and clinked glasses.
After three rounds of wine, Jude Holt had already done as he said. After two glasses, he uncomfortably tugged at his collar and told Mr. Khalifa that he needed to borrow a guest room to rest.
The other two also couldn't hold their liquor …
Mr. Khalifa was very perceptive and asked his subordinates to invite four blonde beauties over to take Fu Huai 'an and the others to rest. He told them to leave the next morning, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.
Fu Huai 'an massaged his temples and calmly avoided the blonde beauty's hand, saying to Mr. Khalifa, "Get my assistant to come up and help me up. My wife will be checking on me at any time!"
Jude Holt admired Fu Huai 'an's loyalty to his wife from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't control himself. The other two had four wives to begin with, so he couldn't quite understand Fu Huai' an's behavior of rejecting the beauties.
Mr. Khalifa didn't force the issue. He got someone to call Little Lu up to help Fu Huai 'an to rest in the guest room. The beauty, who had thought she could spend the night with Fu Huai' an, could only serve as a waitress. She brought Fu Huai 'an to the door of the guest room, hoping to get lucky and enter. However, she was politely stopped by Little Lu outside the door, feeling very disappointed.
Little Lu closed the door. Fu Huai 'an, who was still a little tipsy, was already standing at the foot of the bed and removing his suit. He took out his phone and glanced at it … Lin Nuan was still sound asleep.
He untied his tie and asked Little Lu, "Where's Qin Zhe?"
Little Lu switched on his phone and glanced at it, then said to Fu Huai 'an, "He's already boarded Naseer's private island!"
He removed his watch and placed it at the head of the bed. Little Lu immediately went up to remove the silicone watch on his right wrist and handed it to Fu Huai 'an. "The clothes are in the bathroom … In five minutes, the workers who are repairing the kitchen's sewers will leave on a yacht."
Fu Huai 'an glanced at the time and pressed the timer, saying to Little Lu, "I'll be back in 40 minutes!"
Fu Huai 'an entered the bathroom, removed his shirt and pants, and tossed them out. He turned on the showerhead and tap to store water in the circular bathtub. The rising steam quickly blurred the frosted glass. Fu Huai' an adjusted his phone and placed it on the marble sink. He curled his fingers and gently touched Lin Nuan's exquisite facial features on the screen.
Ten minutes after Fu Huai 'an left, Little Lu opened the door and saw a bodyguard standing guard outside. He said, "I'm sorry, but our Sir needs clothes. I've already informed the hotel to prepare Sir's clothes. Can you send someone over to collect them?"
Mr. Khalifa had mentioned that Mr. Fu was his VIP, so the bodyguard didn't dare to slight him. He nodded at Little Lu, then rolled up his sleeves and said something in Arabic. When he turned around and saw that Little Lu was still there, he asked with a puzzled expression, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"
"Our Sir has a habit of having supper after his bath. Can I trouble the kitchen to prepare supper for our Sir and send it up in 30 minutes? There's no need to trouble yourself, just small wontons will do! Also, do you have green tea? Our Sir has a habit of drinking tea after his bath … "
The first update …
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