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Chapter 280 Warning

Ernst's vengefulness was like an alarm clock set to perpetual operation; once triggered, it would never stop.

He stared at Julia Roberts in front of him, a lewd smile playing on his lips, his tone full of teasing. "What? Weren't you shushing me a lot yesterday? How about you do it again?"

"You're a pervert...!" Julia Roberts yelled, her already hoarse throat suddenly blocked by a foreign object. After a long pause, a violent coughing fit ensued.

She was bent over, her hands supporting her on the bed, her face flushed red, as if she were about to cough up her lungs.

What happened last night was enough to break her down. She thought she would be fine after one night, but when she opened her eyes this morning, it was even worse.

Otherwise, why would he be such a young and successful tycoon? It turns out he doesn't follow the usual path.

At this moment, his whole body felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled. Of the three holes in his body, the one that hurt the most was his mouth, which bore two-thirds of the firepower.

Last night I experienced nausea twice, almost vomiting up bile.

Fortunately, she didn't eat much dinner last night, and there were several hours between watching the game; otherwise, she probably would have thrown up.

She coughed as she cursed Ernst in her mind, but dared not show any dissatisfaction on her face. After all, her current situation told her that she could not act willfully.

Just as Julia was still groaning over her sore throat, Ernst asked in a calm tone, "You told me yesterday that there was a magazine photoshoot today?"

Julia Roberts paused, her eyes filled with confusion, completely unable to fathom Ernst's thoughts. Why was he suddenly so concerned about her work?

Suppressing her confusion, she nodded slightly, her voice still hoarse, "That's right, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing the reply, Ernst's face instantly broke into a malicious smile, his eyes like those of a predator eyeing its prey, full of mockery.

He began slowly, "If our Hollywood's leading lady suddenly lost her voice and couldn't utter a single word during today's magazine photoshoot, what do you think the headlines would say?"

Upon hearing this, Julia Roberts' eyes widened instantly, her pupils filled with shock, and a sense of fear surged through her body like an electric current. She even subconsciously leaned back slightly.

When the two returned to Ernst’s mansion yesterday, they made no attempt to avoid the reporters waiting at the door, whose cameras were practically glued to their faces.

I reckon today's newspapers will be filled with headlines about the two of them spending a night together, a moment of passion worth a fortune.

Julia Roberts didn't care about these rumors at all. After all, Ernst was young, rich, and handsome. In the world of fame and fortune, countless women would kill to get into his bed.

In her view, the fact that such a man could fall at her feet was not a stain, but rather the best proof of her charm, and could even make her more prestigious in Hollywood's social circles.

But losing one's voice is a different matter entirely, and it's completely different from enjoying the spring sunshine together.

If she becomes speechless on set, everyone knows perfectly well what's going on.

When the media marvels at Ernst’s outstanding abilities, they will undoubtedly smear her reputation without any scruples. Labels like “slut” will probably stick to her like a leech, impossible to shake off.

Is she a bitch? Ernst has played her like this.

Her signature big mouth, which was originally a symbol of sexiness and captivated countless fans, will likely be completely distorted by this incident, becoming a laughing stock and even being labeled with unpleasant terms like "a container for a certain reproductive organ."

Julia felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of it.

She looked up at Ernst, and the certainty and amusement in his eyes made her instantly realize that he absolutely dared to do it.

Ernst wanted to tease her a little more, to see how angry and scared she was, yet dared not speak out, and how she still had to try to please him on the surface.

But just then, a news report on TV suddenly caught his attention.

His gaze instantly shifted from Julia, fixing on the television screen, and his expression turned serious.

The man appearing on the television screen was someone Ernst knew all too well; he was none other than Perkin Houston, the head of the asset management department at Ernst Asset Management.

On the buildings in the background, the Samsung Group logo stands out prominently, gleaming under the lens, making it hard to ignore.

The reporter on TV announced in an excited tone, "According to our exclusive information, Mr. Perkin Houston of Ernst Asset Management arrived in South Korea early this morning Eastern Time, and his first stop on this trip to South Korea is the Samsung Group."

According to sources, the main purpose of Abraham Houston's visit to South Korea was to discuss with Samsung Group matters related to Ernst Asset Management's investment in Samsung. This also means that Ernst Asset Management may officially enter the Samsung Group...

"They're really quick," Ernst murmured, a hint of surprise in his voice.

No sooner had he decided to invest in Samsung than he had sent out an acquisition offer, and then Perkin Houston set off for South Korea. The efficiency of his trip exceeded his expectations.

However, when he said things were moving quickly, he wasn't referring to Perkin Houston, but rather to the swift response from Wall Street.

In a place like Wall Street, where financial giants abound, Ernst Asset Management is nothing special.

If Wall Street were a vast ocean, Ernst Asset Management would be nothing more than a medium-sized fish, insignificant compared to the many giant whales.

While Pern Houston was considered a capable assistant within the company, he was virtually unknown within Wall Street circles.

Yet this nobody was recognized by the media and even reported as an important news story.

Ernst would never believe this was done without the instigation of Wall Street figures.

"Is this a warning?" Ernst's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes full of disdain.

He knew all too well the hypocrisy of Wall Street, people who appeared polite on the surface but were full of dirty schemes behind the scenes.

His investment in Samsung this time has clearly broken the rules.

These are not regulations formulated by the financial industry, but rather unspoken rules among the giants of Wall Street.

In the eyes of Wall Street giants, the entire financial market is like a dining table, and only they are qualified to sit at the table and enjoy the food, while other small and medium-sized institutions can only wait for them to finish eating and leave the table, and then pick up the leftovers.

After all, when it comes to cooking this dish, the giants of Wall Street are the chefs, while institutions like Ernst Asset Management are just chopping and preparing the vegetables.

But they themselves did the opposite, skipping over them and reaching out to grab the food ahead of time, which was undoubtedly a slap in their faces.

First, they control the financial industry through various means, and then use their banking resources to gradually infiltrate and control the real economy, replicating the American model of capital manipulating the real economy to all parts of the world.

This is the way of Wall Street, a path proven by countless events.

But this time, they completely ignored their rules, bypassed them, and rushed into the South Korean market, eyeing Samsung as a lucrative target. In their eyes, this was a blatant provocation.

Therefore, the sudden media reports on Perkin Houston's whereabouts are essentially a subtle signal from Wall Street to him.

He'd better be honest, otherwise the content of these reports could become evidence at any time, making him a scapegoat.

The financial crisis in South Korea was backed by Wall Street capital, with Quantum Fund and Tiger Fund being the biggest culprits. They made a fortune by shorting the South Korean stock market and currency.

And now they want to tell Ernst: Does Ernst Asset Management want to follow in the footsteps of these hedge funds and end up infamous in South Korea?

An organization that successfully took over South Korea's largest wealth conglomerate and received the largest slice of the pie can easily be manipulated by the media to portray Ernst as a demon who plundered South Korea's wealth.

Ernst chuckled softly. "But do I care?"

Reputation is indeed important, but it depends on who you're referring to.

If it were the European and American markets, he might still care about his image, but when facing Japan and South Korea, he doesn't care at all.

In his view, the people of these two countries are inherently servile. As long as you are strong enough and powerful enough, even if you defecate on their heads, they will still praise how sweet it is after they finish eating it.

Not only will they not dare to resist, but they will even flatter you and worship you like a god.

Moreover, he knew very well that those Wall Street giants would not completely break ties with him over Samsung.

Samsung is a big pie, but he can't possibly eat it all by himself.

The South Korean market is a much larger pie, giving Wall Street giants plenty of opportunities to get on board.

The relationship between businesses and banks has always been inseparable; the larger the enterprise, the more it relies on the support of banks.

As long as Wall Street giants control South Korea's financial industry, South Korean companies will have no choice but to rely on their banks for loans.

When the next economic crisis arrives, they can acquire struggling companies through various means, just like harvesting leeks, and ultimately gain control of South Korea's industrial sector.

So the real purpose of this warning was to find out what he really wanted to do.

Did they discover some business opportunity that they were unaware of?

Is Samsung Group hiding some other secret?

What is his next plan?

Will they also join the ranks of those acquiring South Korean financial companies?

Should they follow Ernst's example and abandon their previous approach, instead participating in Samsung's acquisition?

Thinking of this, Ernst couldn't help but chuckle, muttering, "I bet the bigwigs at those Wall Street firms are having a headache right now, aren't they?"

"What are you muttering about?" Julia Roberts' voice suddenly broke Ernst's thoughts.

She had already gotten out of bed and was standing a few meters away from Ernst, her eyes filled with vigilance and her body slightly tense, as if she were ready to run away at any moment.

From the moment Ernst began to murmur, Julia had been quietly taking steps back, her eyes constantly glancing towards the door, her mind focused on only one thing: to get out of this place that terrified her.

She's genuinely scared now, afraid that Ernst will actually do what he said and make her lose her voice on the magazine shoot, then she'll become a laughingstock across America.

But she seemed to have forgotten that you have to wear clothes when you go out.

Looking at her current appearance, Ernst suddenly recalled the themes of Japanese movies that were on his mind.

"How about I give you a five-second head start?"

"Huh?" Julia Roberts didn't react at first. When she did, she found that the other person was already standing in front of her.

Bending over backwards.

Support yourself on the ground.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

At least his mouth was saved.