MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 98 Glimpse into luxury

Moreover, this villa seemed to have a slightly higher position than the others. Only a few could compare, indicating they were the kings of the building.

I parked next to a Rolls-Royce, and I hadn’t seen a car worth less than a million since I arrived. This place was truly a paradise for the wealthy.

"William, come here!" Lillian ran over.

"Wait. I brought something." Opening the trunk, I took out the gift box and wine. "Can you hold the flowers for me?"

"Are these for me?"

"You’re a young girl; why would I give you carnations? These are for Reese."

Lillian pouted, "Come on, can’t you buy another bunch?"

"If you want, I’ll get you one next time."

"That would ruin the meaning!" Lillian said.

At that moment, Gary and Frank walked out. A dignified middle-aged woman stood on Gary’s left.

The moment I saw her, countless praises flashed through my mind, but titles like noblewoman and elegant were superficial.

I heard Lillian say that her mother was fifty, but looked like she was in her thirties.

Her temperament is especially impeccable and completely incomparable to Lillian.

And her skin was so fair it seemed to glow.

Among the women I knew, only Mary could compare.

But with one in her twenties and the other in her fifties, the difference was too significant.

"William, you didn’t need to bring a gift. Your presence is enough." Gary smiled.

Frank quickly took the gifts from my hand and said, "As I said before, treat this place like it’s your own; no need for all the formalities."

I scratched my head and asked, "Mr. Michaelson, this is Mrs. Michaelson, right?"

Mrs. Michaelson extended her hand. "Hello, William, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mrs. Michaelson, you look really young. At first, I thought you were Lillian’s sister."

Mrs. Michaelson laughed, "You really have a way with words!"

I quickly let go of her hand and handed her the carnations. "Mrs. Michaelson, I didn’t know what you liked for our first meeting, so I got these carnations for you. Wishing you good luck and eternal youth."

In this world, those who were good at speaking well always thrived.

Leveraging my marketing skills of flattering clients, I quickly made Mrs. Michaelson happy. She said, "Stop calling me Mrs. Michaelson all the time, it’s too formal. Just call me Reese."

I immediately complied, "Yes, Reese!"

Entering the villa, I was dazzled by the interior decoration.

From the chandeliers to the flooring, all top international brands were used, giving a subtle and tasteful look rather than the flashy display of nouveau riche.

Moreover, the Michaelson Family had six or seven servants serving them, and they even had Michelin three-star chefs to cook them meals.

Was this how the rich lived? It was incredibly luxurious. The dishes served were more luxurious than the supreme set menu at Sevan Grand Hotel.

Australian double-headed abalone, Japanese Kobe beef, the kind that was more expensive than gold; Italian white truffles, said to cost two to three thousand dollars for just a small lump.

There was also caviar, and the box was gold-plated; even a small box cost several thousand dollars.

Even the fruits after the meal cost several thousand or even tens of thousands per pound.

I was both excited and emotional in my heart. The life of the rich was damn good. Previously, I couldn’t afford several of these dishes with my whole year’s income.

After the meal, Frank took me to tour the Michaelson family residence: the home theater, karaoke room, game room, gym, and even a wine cellar downstairs, where you could drink wine and play billiards at the same time.

I felt like I could live in the Michaelson family residence for years without going out.

After a stroll, Frank brewed tea for me in the study. The tea leaves were bought by the ounce, said to cost half a year’s salary for an ordinary person for just one ounce.

So when I took a sip, it seemed I wasn’t drinking tea; I was drinking money.

I felt like I was a country bumpkin.

I thought to myself, ’One day, I will also live this kind of life.’

"William, don’t work at Skylight anymore, come with me. I guarantee you can live a wealthy life and marry a beautiful lady at Sevan."

Frank said.

I was a bit tempted, but I refused even with a billion, so why care about this?

What I wanted was to interact as equals, not as superiors and subordinates. There was an old saying, "Never mix business with family or friends, as it’s bound to cause strife over time."

Unless I became part of the Michaelson family, I meant as a son-in-law.

If that were the case, that would be fine.

But it was just wishful thinking.

"Frank, I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer to rely on myself."

I didn’t make it a hard refusal but said, "Of course, it would be even better if you could help a bit."

"That’s for sure." Frank said. "Here’s the deal: I have a subsidiary that deals with fast-moving consumer goods. It’s currently in the midst of a marketing campaign, and I’ll hand it over to you. A hundred million isn’t a lot, but steady wins the race."

I suddenly understood. You knew, people just couldn’t be all good at once. You showed a little kindness here, a bit of goodness there, and the rest followed in its own time. It was the old "slow and steady wins the race" thing, right?

Frank was a businessman, and he understood this better than I did.

"Thank you, Frank." I couldn’t help but feel joyous, and so I raised my teacup in a toast to him.

After drinking the tea, Frank said, "William, I have a few words to say. Do you want to hear them?" freēwēbnovel.com

"I’m all ears," I said.

"In fact, you can jump out and do it yourself, isn’t it better than working for Skylight?" Frank poured me a cup of tea. "When Mr. Walker mentioned you before, I knew you have a close relationship: giving you a forty million deal just like that is not something an ordinary person can do."

He added, "And Mr. Jefferson of Marquesa Vines company. I heard he also thinks highly of you, plus our Michaelson family. Do you know what advantage you have? If you do a seventy million deal on your own, do you know how much profit you’ll make?"

I was roaring inside, ’Of course I know. Let’s discount a bit, say 30%, that’s still over 20 million. Just like that, I can easily become a multi-millionaire.’

"You’re letting Skylight make the big profit now; what’s the point of earning a commission on your own, even if you become the emperor of wage earners? That’s it."

I understood Frank’s meaning: he wanted me to jump out and do it on my own.

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