MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 145 Networking at the imperial club

Chapter 84: Networking at the Imperial Club

He came over and grabbed my hand. His face was red, reeking of alcohol, clearly having had quite a few drinks.

George handed the microphone to a woman next to him and said, "Come. Let me introduce them to you."

"This is Mr. Williams from Sevan Distillery, my good friend!"

My heart skipped a beat. The middle-aged man who was surrounded by women and had a woman sitting on his lap was Charles Williams?

At that moment, one of his hands slipped into the woman’s clothes and the other into her skirt.

And the woman sitting on his lap seemed to be enduring something.

Seeing her wide skirt, I instantly understood.

’Damn! Charles was so skilled.’ I had heard before that the lives of the wealthy are very chaotic, but this was beyond chaos.

"Charles, this is the William I told you about."

George didn’t care at all about what Charles was doing at the moment.

Charles, who had his eyes closed in enjoyment, lifted his eyelids at George’s words and nodded at me.

I quickly said, "Hello, Charles!"

I thought he would speak, but George pulled me away. "Let’s talk later. Charles may not want to be disturbed right now."

I nodded and sat with George in a corner. He waved his hand, and two girls walked over.

"I know you like innocent girls, so I specially called them for you." George raised his eyebrows at me, very suggestive.

A shy woman sat beside me. "Sir, may I sit here with you?"

I glanced at her. Indeed, she had an innocent face, quite to my liking.

Familiarity bred fondness. With money in my pocket, I wasn’t shy either. I just pulled her over and hugged her on my lap, and the woman exclaimed in surprise and then hugged my neck.

My hands started to wander on her body.

George chuckled. "Edward had been holding back these past two days."

"Well? What’s going on?" I asked curiously.

"Wanna know?"

"Of course I do!" The more George acted like this, the more curious I became. Wasn’t Edward supposed to be busy? But it seemed that was not the case.

"Then I’ll tell you, but don’t spread it around."

"Don’t worry about that."

George chuckled and whispered a few words in my ear.

"Damn! So that’s what’s going on!"

I was amazed. Edward was quite bold, as he was actually trying to pursue his wife’s sister, Lauren Carter, who did interior design!

Lauren was indeed beautiful and charming, with a voluptuous figure, and a variety of expressions in her eyes.

Although she was wearing work clothes when we first met, there were some charms that couldn’t be hidden. If she wore a dress and light makeup, she would definitely be a beauty.

Edward had got married to Lauren’s sister. Although his wife died, it might be a bit out of line if he wanted to pursue Lauren, right?

But I was also curious. Lauren was around thirty. Why hadn’t she married yet?

I couldn’t help but ask George, and he sighed. "I know a little about this. Lauren had a tough time as she met a real scumbag!"

"She had been married once, but the man cheated her. He was a freeloader, using his wife’s money to support other women, more than one. When everything came to light, guess what that man said?"

"What did he say?"

"He actually said she was unable to get pregnant!"

"Damn! That’s really scummy."

"Indeed!"

George said angrily, "What’s most infuriating is that the inability to have children had nothing to do with Lauren. The problem lies with the man. We only found out about this after their divorce."

"Damn! So he’s slandering her."

"I even attended their wedding back then. When she was young, she was an absolute beauty, and of course, she still is!"

George took a sip of his drink. "It’s only natural for Edward to pursue her. One widowed, the other divorced, with their relationship, it’s a good thing for them to get closer."

I nodded. Indeed, this kind of thing was quite normal.

As long as both parents agreed, they didn’t need to care what others might think.

"Well, these days he’s been trying to please her." George chuckled.

"How did it go?"

"Not well."

George shook his head. "No matter how hard Edward tries, she is unmoved."

"Isn’t that just wishful thinking then?"

"Who knows?"

George raised his glass. "Come on. Let’s drink!"

We clinked glasses, and he continued, "Enough about Edward. Let’s talk about you. I heard from Edward that the Michaelson Family offered you a one-billion-dollar check, and you turned it down."

As the words fell, the woman sitting on my lap began to breathe rapidly, and the women around George looked at me as if they wanted to devour me.

"Well, I declined. A man must have principles in life."

"I admire you for that. That was a billion dollars!"

George gave me a thumbs-up. "You have no idea how much Edward admires you. He said he’s been in business for over a decade and has never met a young man like you."

"It’s really nothing. Recalling it, I might regret it."

I smiled, "If given another chance, I definitely wouldn’t refuse."

George also smiled. "Compared to the check, you gained the friendship of the Michaelson Family, which is invaluable. You know, in Sevan, the Michaelson Family’s influence is significant. You must make good use of it."

I nodded, keeping his words in mind.

After chatting for a while, George took me to toast to other people.

"This is Mr. Morales from Tower Company."

These people were all big shots in the Sevan liquor industry, genuine networking resources.

After going around, I added over a dozen people to Facebook.

Coincidentally, Charles had finished his game by then.

He was leaning back comfortably, with three women massaging his legs and shoulders, and another woman carefully feeding him water.

Even a god would envy such a life.

Having money was truly fantastic.

"Charles!"

George walked over, and Charles waved his hand. The three women left immediately, and George pulled me to sit beside him.

Charles seemed to have sobered up from his earlier daze.

"Sorry. I drank too much. Just sobered up."

’Damn! Charles was just enjoying himself. But he pretended to just sober up!’ Of course, I couldn’t say that.

"Charles, this is the William I often mention."