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

The next hour turned into a complete solo show for Katie.

In that open kitchen, the silver-haired young cook displayed her exceptional skills.

That piece of beef was transformed into dozens of melt-in-your-mouth delicacies.

There are no complicated sauces, just a little sea salt and...

Of course, besides the fresh wasabi puree we brought.

That unique flavor completely won over these discerning European nobles.

"My God...this texture..."

Duke Louis didn't want to eat it, but the aroma was just too tempting.

He secretly took a bite, and then he completely broke down.

His supposedly aristocratic taste, which he was so proud of, was shattered by this piece of beef.

Madeline.

Halfway through the luncheon, Chen An, still holding Madeline, held his wine glass.

"That duke seemed quite interested in your winery?"

"Yes... he's always wanted to turn it into a golf course," Madeline said through gritted teeth.

That's such a pity.

Chen An took out a check that had just been signed and a land deed.

"I've already had my lawyer buy the 500 acres of vineyards surrounding your winery."

"That is, the land under the name of Duke Louis."

Chen An looked at the pale-faced Duke Louis and smiled.

"Because the Duke seems to have had some bad luck at that casino lately and has racked up a huge debt."

"I paid him back for him, and also took over his land."

"From today onwards, Château Saint-Elena will be expanded. And you, Madeline..."

In full view of everyone, Chen An kissed the back of her hand.

"You are the only true mistress of this land."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This is the violent aesthetics of capital.

No knife, no bloodshed.

They'll slap your face until it's swollen with money, then buy your territory and give it to their woman.

Madeline looked at Chen An, tears welling up in her eyes.

This is not vanity.

This is a return to dignity.

She hugged Chen An tightly and gave him a passionate kiss in front of everyone.

"Thank you……."

……

That night, the Leviathan set sail again.

This time, it's not just for vacation.

Chen An stood at the bow of the ship, watching the lights of Monaco recede into the distance.

There were a few more business cards in my pocket.

There are princes, several from established European conglomerates, and even a crown prince from the Middle East.

They all showed great interest in the "Titan Snowflake Cow" and the mysterious lithium mine.

The European branch of Titans Club is already taking shape.

"Boss, where to next?"

Jessica walked over, wrapped in a blanket, the sea breeze ruffling her hair.

"I've heard... Sicily has beautiful scenery? And they have a very special kind of... blood orange?"

Chen An looked south.

"Then let's go to Sicily."

"But before that..."

He turned around and looked at the group of women behind him with eager eyes.

"Did you drink quite a bit at the banquet just now?"

"Especially you, Katie. I saw you steal a drink from the Prince's stash of wine."

Katie shrank back guiltily: "Well...it's because it tastes good!"

"If you drink alcohol, you should exercise."

Chen An hoisted her onto his shoulder and headed toward that sinful open-air bathtub.

"Tonight's theme is—'Who is the true sommelier?'"

"The loser has to make breakfast for everyone tomorrow morning. The kind of coffee made by hand."

Laughter and screams echoed across the sea.

This giant ship, laden with desire and wealth, continues its voyage toward unknown pleasures.

The waves of the Mediterranean are not always as gentle as described in poetry.

The Leviathan has left the coastline of Monaco.

It was drifting along at an extremely slow, almost floating speed on the high seas heading towards Sicily.

.........

It was 3 p.m.

This is the hottest time of day, when people are most likely to feel sleepy and irritable.

Although the sunshade on the top deck blocked the direct sunlight, it couldn't stop the sweltering sea breeze.

After a while, the salty, damp smell in the air loses all its romantic appeal.

Instead, it makes your skin feel sticky, like it's covered in a layer of salt that you can't wash off.

"Ugh... I'm so bored..."

Jessica lay sprawled out on the white leather recliner.

Holding a well-worn fashion magazine to his face, he let out a long wail.

She was only wearing a fluorescent pink bikini, and her figure was hot enough to make the men on the shore bleed from their noses.

But on this ship, this perk has become a kind of everyday scene.

"Chen An! Boss! Dad! Can you do magic tricks?" Jessica suddenly threw the magazine on the ground.

He turned his head and shouted at Chen An, who was baiting a fishhook not far away.

"How about turning it into a shopping mall? Or even a KFC? I'm dying from the fishy smell of the seafood!"

Chen An ignored her.

He was wearing a slightly yellowed straw hat.

Wearing shorts, he was intently struggling with a tangled mess of fishing line.

"It can't be changed."

Chen An didn't even look up, with a half-lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"This is the deep sea, fifty nautical miles from the nearest land."

"Besides fish, there are only jellyfish. If you're hungry, how about I go down and catch some jellyfish for you to make a cold dish?"

"Ugh—" Jessica made a dry heaving face, rolled over, and her long legs kicked impatiently in the air.

"I want fried chicken! The kind that's covered in flour, juicy, and crumbles when you bite into it!"

"Katie's cooking is so exquisite, I want to eat junk food!"

Ava Green, who was sitting in the shade on the other side, put down her tablet.

She pushed up her sunglasses and interjected coolly:

"Save your breath, little wildcat. If your waistline grows another inch, that tight dress you bought on Rodeo Drive will be used as a rag."

"You're the one with a bigger waistline!" Jessica instantly bristled, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"I have the perfect figure of a young girl! Unlike you... old woman, all skin and bones!"

Ava wasn't angry. She simply picked up the iced lemonade beside her, took a sip, and a mocking smile played on her lips.

"Bones? Last night in the bathtub, I don't know who was eyeing my chest with envy, and even secretly asked the boss how I maintain my figure."

"You!" Jessica's face turned bright red, and she was speechless.

Seeing that these two rivals were about to start fighting again, Irina, who had been sunbathing by the pool, sighed helplessly.

She rolled over, her signature wheat-colored skin gleaming in the sunlight.

"Can you guys just shut up for a second?" Irina said lazily.

"Why waste such a beautiful sunny day arguing?"

"An, isn't the bait on yet? My fishing rod is about to rust."