"I won’t repeat what I just said a second ti."
Ji Chicheng furrowed his brows, his aura of authority silencing the young assistant from speaking further.
...
In Country Y, a mansion akin to a castle stood impressively under the blue sky and white clouds, where a handso middle-aged man in an all-white golf outfit held a golf club in his hand, skillfully swinging and sending the ball accurately into the hole.
The group standing behind him watching burst into applause.
"Playing golf with Mr. Charles is simply asking for punishnt,"
Several n of about the sa age praised him while walking towards Charles.
Charles handed his club to a caddie beside him and draped a towel around his neck, his deep blue eyes briefly sweeping over the faces of the approaching n.
He paid them no mind, embodying an aura of arrogant solitude.
Yet, the n continued eagerly flattering, "Mr. Charles, this is my daughter, Marisa."
One of the middle-aged n pulled a young woman forward to Charles, introducing her with a face full of eagerness.
Charles rely glanced at her from the corner of his eye and smirked derisively, "She doesn’t even compare to my Niannian. How dare you present her?"
With that, he picked up his club to continue playing, not sparing a glance at the man whose face reddened with unrciful ridicule.
He raised his club, about to hit the ball, when a tall, young woman approached, whispering sothing into his ear.
The crowd did not hear their exchange, but they saw Charles’s expression change montarily before quickly returning to normal. He then dismissed the woman who had approached him with a wave of his hand.
Then, looking at the group who had been flattering him, he smiled slightly, "Please, make yourselves at ho, I must excuse myself."
Saying this, he didn’t wait for others to bid him goodbye; he imdiately walked away.
It should be noted that not just anyone could co into this place; to visit once required pulling many strings and connections.
Clearly, the group that ca today had prepared keenly, but before they could make their move, their host had departed, leaving them to watch Charles’s retreating figure with feelings of disappointnt and annoyance.
Yet they had no ans to address this situation.
In Country Y, where power and wealth are paramount, everyone wants to forge a connection with the Charles family.
But Mr. Charles was elusive and moody, unpredictable and capricious. Even those closest to him had not fully grasped his preferences over the years.
As Charles walked ahead, two tall female bodyguards flanked him, and the young woman who had whispered to him approached again, handing him a tablet that displayed the Citizen Information Network of Country Y.
"Mr. Charles, that Mr. Foss earlier, his daughter Marisa just started her freshman year."
Hearing this, Charles paused, turned his head, and frowned at his female assistant, "Who asked you to investigate such trivial matters?"
The assistant, frightened, quickly retrieved the tablet, bowing her head sincerely as she responded to Charles, "I... I was just worried about her unclear identity."
"You think I would let her into the Charles household?" Charles haughtily rolled his eyes at his assistant and then continued walking.
The assistant followed him, her steps hurried as if heading to a fair, but seemingly accustod to this. As they walked, she said, "Qiqi said that Chicheng already knew she works for you."
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