Allen Zhang watched the couple walk out of the mansion, clinging to each other like sticky candy.
In broad daylight, with her husband away from ho, she daringly invites soone over to ’get to work’, quite bold indeed.
"Hey! Hello! You must be from Old Pick’s car repair shop, right? I didn’t expect the car to be mods done so quickly, may I let my man take it for a test drive?" said the wealthy woman with enthusiasm.
The young lover beside her wore an Adidas tank top, shorts, sandals, had well-developed chest and arm muscles, standing tall at 1.8 ters, seemingly a fitness coach.
Indeed, people in this line sure know how to act!
The General Sect Leader thought it was Craig again, but this kid’s primary business should be in the city, targeting rich won in the villa districts. He probably wouldn’t have dealings in such remote suburbs.
"Of course."
Allen Zhang and Blitz got out of the car.
The kid got into the Bentley, started it, and took his lady for a test drive around the town, brimming with excitent. He returned shortly, emphatically hugging the woman, thrilled, "Darling, you’re so good to ."
"Of course. You’re my favorite."
The two embraced and kissed passionately.
Allen Zhang cleared his throat to remind them, "Excuse , ma’am, would it be convenient to settle the paynt now?"
"Oh! I’m so sorry, I almost forgot." The woman said apologetically, quickly pulling out a Platinum Card from her wallet, "Do you prefer online bank transfer or POS?"
"Please donate this money to the Hanberger Foundation, we are a professional charity organization. Dedicated to caring for the holess in the city and contributing to urban developnt." Allen Zhang brought out his electronic business card for her to log into the official website and make the donation.
"You sell cars for charity?" the woman was surprised.
"You could say that. We’re committed to contributing to the charity cause for the holess in Los Angeles." Allen Zhang answered calmly, after all, he himself was a holess man who picked through trash, a pure beggar leader.
"Okay! You really are a good person, I believe good deeds lead to good karma." The woman didn’t hesitate to donate on the Foundation’s official website.
Soon after, Allen Zhang received a text alert, checking the Foundation’s account received 146,000 US Dollars, he was pleased and extended his hand with a smile, "The deal is settled. I wish you happiness!"
"Thank you for your blessing, oh! Your muscles are so firm. Are you a fitness coach too?" The sultry mom was like a cat that caught the scent of fish, clutching the General Sect Leader’s arm amazed.
"I’m not a fitness coach, I just enjoy boxing as a hobby." Allen Zhang felt her hand moving over him inappropriately but lacked evidence.
"A boxer? That’s quite impressive!"
The woman beca interested, speaking earnestly, "Actually, I’m also very fond of charity activities and enjoy practicing yoga and boxing. I’d like to invite you to my place for a cup of tea and perhaps you could show so boxing techniques?"
"..." Allen Zhang was at a loss for words. Your resu didn’t seem to ntion any love for boxing.
"Hey! Darling, I’m still here." The fitness coach was annoyed, feeling ignored, and began sizing up the General Sect Leader with a hostile eye.
"I’m sorry, but we may not have the ti." Allen Zhang diplomatically refused.
"How will you get back then?" the woman asked with concern, "Let drive you."
It’s clear you’re really hungry.
"Hey, darling..." The fitness coach struggled to get a word in, puzzled as to how he suddenly beca an outsider.
"When I’m talking, it’s best for you to keep your mouth shut!" The wealthy lady scolded him discontentedly.
"..."
A minute ago, you were calling your favorite.
The fitness coach was upset but he was making a living off of this, of course, he couldn’t afford to anger his sugar mama or else he’d lose everything.
Blitz signaled to the General Sect Leader that it was ti to leave.
Allen Zhang also bid farewell and quickly took Blitz away from this place of trouble.
"That woman’s husband is bringing people back."
Blitz took out his phone and showed the General Sect Leader the GPS information, the location was less than a kiloter away, "The guy who can afford a mansion certainly doesn’t run a strictly legal business, mainly dealing in alcohol smuggling, and he’s got a couple dozen n under him."
Before long, Allen Zhang turned to see a black Maybach turning the corner.
"This is weird? That kid is truly done for."
Luckily, the General Sect Leader had excellent self-control and never got involved in muddy waters.
He took an interested glance as the Maybach pulled up at the mansion’s entrance.
A middle-aged man got out, along with a Black driver, and two strong White bodyguards, whose bulging waist packs obviously contained the Truth.
"Whose Bentley is this? Got visitors at ho? Hey! And who are you? Why are you wearing my clothes?" The male owner quickly noticed sothing was off.
The fitness coach’s face turned pale, and without looking back, he took off running.
"WTF! You better give an explanation!!" the man demanded angrily from his wife.
"Darling, it’s not what you think..." the woman’s face changed instantly.
The two White bodyguards reacted quickly, catching the fleeing fitness coach and giving him a severe beating to the side, extracting the truth.
After being exposed, the woman and her husband began to argue. Despite the husband’s rage, he still suppressed his fury, "There won’t be a next ti!!"
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