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

The Mediterranean mornings always carry a languid, intoxicating quality.

As the Leviathan slowly entered Monaco's famous Hercules port.

On the chaotic bed in the master bedroom, which resembled a battlefield, Chen An was facing a happy dilemma.

"Don't move... sleep a little longer..."

Erin Wayne's thigh was pressed against his stomach, the Hollywood actress maintaining a domineering posture even in her sleep.

In the crook of his left arm, Jessica hung like a koala, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

On the right, Katie was curled up, clutching one of his fingers tightly in her hand as a pacifier.

Three women, three body temperatures, but the same captivating softness.

Last night's "audience" was clearly a bit beyond the scope of expectations.

From the bathroom to the balcony, and then to this specially made shock-absorbing bed.

Chen An proved with facts that Titan's physical abilities were not only for mining, but also for... pioneering.

Chen An struggled to pull his hand out.

He put on his signature black silk robe and walked out of the bedroom.

The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.

On the deck, the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and toast.

Good morning, my king.

Madeleine sat under a parasol, holding a cup of black tea, gazing elegantly at the Prince's Palace of Monaco in the distance.

Today she wore an extremely retro French-style fitted long dress and a wide-brimmed hat, looking like an aristocrat who stepped out of a 20th-century oil painting.

But beneath that dignified exterior, Chen An keenly caught a hint of... nervousness in her eyes?

"What's wrong?"

Chen An walked over and kissed her well-maintained cheek. "Aren't you happy to be back in a familiar place?"

"It's familiar, but also somewhat...unpleasant to recall."

Madeline gave a wry smile, grasped Chen An's hand as if drawing strength from it.

"You know, Anne. In this circle, especially in the yacht clubs of Monaco, people are snobbish."

"A few years ago, my husband passed away, my family went bankrupt, and I'm here... enduring all sorts of scorn."

She pointed to the yacht club building with its all-glass curtain wall in the distance.

"There's a welcome luncheon there today. The guest list includes many people who used to laugh at me."

"Including... that cousin, Duke Louis, who wanted to take advantage of the situation to buy Château Saint-Elena."

Chen An understood.

This was not just a luncheon, but also Madeleine's "homecoming banquet".

She was afraid of being looked down upon and of embarrassing Chen An.

"The Duke of Louis?"

Chen An sneered, picked up a white strawberry from the table, and threw it into his mouth.

"How many divisions does he have? Or how many mines does he own?"

"He...he has a family foundation, which is somewhat declining now, but still has some influence in old money circles in Europe."

Madeline hesitated.

"Saving face is for dogs."

Chen An stood up, and his powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire deck.

"Madeline, you no longer belong to the Saint Elena family. You belong to the Titans. You are my woman, Chen An's woman."

"Today, I will let all of Monaco know that you have not only returned."

Chen An bent down and said domineeringly in her ear:

"And they came back by stepping on their heads."

"Go wake Sarah and the others. We're about to land."

"This time... I want to plant the Titan Estate flag in the heart of Europe's oldest world of fame and fortune."

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Noon. Monaco Yacht Club.

This is one of the world's most exclusive private clubs, with memberships even harder to obtain than an acceptance letter from Harvard University.

The grand banquet hall was filled with elegant attire and graceful figures.

Waiters in tuxedos carried champagne through the crowd.

This gathering place is not only for members of royal families from various countries, but also for Middle Eastern oil tycoons and reclusive European billionaires.

When Chen An appeared arm in arm with Madeline, the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

It's too dazzling.

Chen An was still wearing that white linen suit, which was neither humble nor arrogant, exuding an air of unparalleled confidence amidst his casualness.

And Madeleine...

Around her neck hung another piece from the "Green Flame" series that had once driven Hollywood crazy.

A large, untreated, top-quality tanzanite.

It is also a byproduct of Titan Mining's acquisition of TerraPower, and its deep blue color resembles the heart of the ocean.

Behind them was a "wives' group".

Sarah's gentleness, Erin's superstar demeanor, Ava's competence, Jessica and Katie's youthful energy, and even Aya's wild beauty.

The good looks and aura of this group completely overshadowed the so-called socialites and wealthy ladies present.

"That's...Madeline? Didn't she go bankrupt?"

"My God, who is that man next to her? Is that black ship outside, bigger than the Prince's, his?"

Whispers arose.

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant suit and sporting a small mustache walked over with a wine glass in his hand.

His eyes held a condescending arrogance, the typical sour smell of a fallen European aristocrat.

"Oh, isn't this my poor cousin Madeline?"

The man, Duke Louis, smiled insincerely, "I heard you went to America... to stay with relatives?"

"What, finally couldn't make it on, so you've come back to borrow money from the family?"

His voice was loud, deliberately attracting the attention of those around him.

Madeline's body stiffened slightly.

But the next second, a warm and strong hand wrapped around her waist.

"Borrow money?"

Chen An looked at Duke Louis as if he were looking at a clown.

"I think you've got it wrong. We're here to 'throw money around'."

Chen An snapped his fingers.

The bodyguard behind him came up carrying a constant temperature box.

"This... what duke?"

Chen An said casually, "I heard that the main course for lunch here is Australian steak?"

"That kind of grass-fed, wood-cooked meat can be called a main dish?"

"What do you know! That's an M9..." Duke Louis was enraged.

"M9?"

Chen An chuckled and opened the incubator directly.

Inside is a five-kilogram "Titan Wagyu" rib with a pattern even more perfect than marble.

"This is BMS 12+. It drinks $500 million worth of mineral water and listens to master-level jazz."

Chen An ignored the Duke of Louis and looked directly at the club president who was talking to someone not far away.

Prince Albert II of Monaco.

"Your Highness."

Chen An's voice was clear and strong.

"I'd like to trade this piece of beef for the 'chef's recommendation' for this lunch."

"If you don't mind, I can have my personal chef demonstrate it live."

The prince turned his head, saw the piece of beef, and his eyes lit up instantly.

As a gourmet, he immediately recognized it as an extraordinary delicacy, unlike anything from this world.

"Of course. Mr. Chen, is that right? I've heard of your Leviathan."

The prince walked over with a smile, completely ignoring the Duke of Louis, whose face was ashen.

"Your arrival has brought glory to our port."

this is the truth.

Faced with absolute power and top-tier resources, so-called noble titles are worthless.