America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

sunset.

When Sarah walked into the gym carrying a freshly cut, priceless Wagyu steak.

What you see is a breathtaking scene, full of powerful beauty.

She didn't shy away; she simply smiled and put down the plate.

"Looks like...everyone's hungry?"

"Since you're hungry, let's eat some protein."

Chen An released the two girls, who were somewhat exhausted, and picked up a steak that was still sizzling with oil.

"This is the first harvest from our estate. Just like you... it's top-notch."

He fed the steak to Jessica, who was sitting next to him, and then fed another piece to Katie.

"How does it taste?"

"It smells so good..." Jessica chewed on the meat, but her eyes were still glued to Chen An's sexy abs.

"Which smells better, meat or people?"

"It smells delicious!"

In this manor surrounded by snow-capped mountains, at dusk filled with the aroma of food and the scent of hormones.

Chen An felt that this was the meaning of his struggle in America.

Not only do you need to have wealth that rivals that of a nation, you also need this kind of... happiness that you can have anytime, anywhere, and do as you please.

"Oh, right."

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen An wiped his mouth.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to Napa Valley. I heard there's a well-established winery there that's for sale."

"We're going to start making red wine?" Sarah's eyes lit up. "I knew you'd like that."

"It's not just about red wine."

Chen An looked at the three women in front of him with a deep gaze.

"The Titans Club needs its own specially supplied liquor."

"Furthermore... I think it would be a good idea for our 'Titan Estate' to have another vineyard and a few more sunny California villas for wintering."

"Hooray! California!" Jessica and Katie cheered simultaneously.

After all, who can resist sunshine, beaches, and countless fine wines?

But before that.

Tonight, as a farewell party before departure, that big round bed is likely to experience another storm.

If Montana is Chen An's steel fortress.

So Napa Valley in California is his chosen backyard.

The plane landed at a private airport near San Francisco.

Then, they transferred to a convoy of Rolls-Royces that were already waiting there and drove into the rolling vineyards.

A completely different picture unfolded before everyone's eyes.

There is no snow here, only the ever-bright, almost luxurious sunshine of California.

Golden sunlight streamed onto the neatly arranged grapevines, and the air was no longer filled with the harsh smell of pine resin.

It's a warm blend of earthy, oaky, and slightly fruity notes.

"That's called climate difference."

Chen An sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, took off his sunglasses, and looked out the window with a relaxed air.

"You need to wear a down jacket over there, but here... if you don't wear sunscreen, you might get sunburned."

Jessica sat opposite him, having changed into a bohemian-style floral maxi dress.

Wearing a woven straw hat, he was as excited as a primary school student on a spring outing.

"Boss, are we really going to buy this winery?"

Jessica leaned against the window. "I heard the land here is even more expensive than in Beverly Hills!"

"There's a reason why things are expensive."

Chen An pointed to the signs along the roadside bearing the names of famous wineries.

"This is the wine center of the New World."

"If we want our Titan Snow Beef to sell for that astronomical price, we must have a wine that matches it."

"I don't want to beg others to sell to me; I prefer... brewing my own."

"arrive."

The convoy turned onto a gravel road lined with tall cypress trees on both sides.

At the end of the road, an old manor full of French style comes into view.

Ivy covered the mottled stone wall, and although the huge fountain had dried up somewhat, its former glory was still evident.

Saint Elena Winery.

These are the targets that Chen An selected through Ava's network of connections.

With a history spanning over a century, it was once the jewel of Napa Valley.

However, it is said that due to the family's financial crisis and succession issues, the estate is on the verge of bankruptcy and auction.

"This place... looks a bit eerie?"

Katie got out of the car behind and muttered something while crossing her arms.

"That's called historical accumulation, you little girl who doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Chen An chuckled and tapped her head, then straightened his suit.

"Let's go. Let's go see the owner of this place. I heard... he's a 'fallen nobleman' from France."

……

The main living room of the manor was dimly lit.

Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the California sun.

The old European-style furniture exuded a musty smell and the smell of expensive wax.

A woman wearing a black fitted long dress is standing in front of the fireplace.

She turned her back to everyone and stared intently at an oil painting above the fireplace.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around.

She is a very charming woman.

He looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a typical French face and deep, defined features.

Although she wasn't wearing makeup and her face was somewhat pale, she still possessed an innate arrogance and melancholy.

Instead, it gave her an aura that made people afraid to look directly at her.

She was slender but upright, and her waist, encased in a black dress, was so thin it could be encircled by one hand.

Although the rise and fall of her chest was not exaggerated, its beauty was undeniable.

Madeleine de Saint-Elena.

The current owner of the winery is also a widow with the title of Countess.

"Welcome to Saint Elena, Mr. Titan."

Madeline's voice was cool and clear, with a heavy French accent.

She didn't extend her hand, but simply nodded slightly in greeting. "Or should I call you... a nouveau riche from the East?"

This opening statement was full of tension.

Jessica frowned, about to lash out, but Sarah held her down.

Chen An was not angry; instead, he looked at this thorny rose with great interest.

"Just call me Chen An, Madam."

Chen An walked straight to the antique sofa that looked very expensive and sat down, his posture even more relaxed than the owner's.

"I don't dislike the term 'nouveau riche'."

"After all, in America today, a noble title can't put food on the table, but a nouveau riche's check can."

Madeline's face stiffened for a moment, a hint of annoyance and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

"If it's about an acquisition, my lawyer should have already spoken with you."

Madeline said coldly, "Forty million US dollars. Not including the aged wines in the cellar."

"That's the soul of the family, not for sale."

"Forty million?"

Chen An smiled. "Madam, as far as I know, you owe the bank thirty million."

"If it's not returned by next week, this house, along with those so-called 'souls,' will be sealed off."

"Back then, banks didn't care about spirits; they just auctioned them off like expired drinks."

"You…" Madeline's chest heaved with anger, a blush rising on her pale face. "Are you here to humiliate me?"

"No. I'm here to save you."

Chen An snapped his fingers.