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

Then, Chen An picked up two more bottles and handed them to Jessica and Aya respectively.

"These two bottles contain the essence of snow mountain cold springs and a touch of rose extract."

He looked into Jessica's shining eyes and grinned mischievously, "You two little wildcats are usually too hot-tempered, this scent can help calm you down a bit."

"I don't need to calm down!"

Jessica couldn't wait to apply the perfume to her wrists and collarbone, inhaling it greedily.

The scent, a blend of ultimate cool fragrance and the allure of roses, instantly gave this already sexy and fiery girl an even more unapproachable aura of a socialite.

She threw herself into Chen An's arms, exclaiming, "This is amazing! An! This is ten thousand times more precious than any jewels!"

"If I wore this to Beverly Hills, all those Hollywood actresses would be insanely jealous!"

Katie clutched her own bottle tightly, her eyes glistening with tears.

All the "grievances" I felt on the stainless steel countertop last night vanished at this moment.

He truly cares about everyone.

This is Chen An.

His romance was always accompanied by impeccable strength and outrageous extravagance.

He didn't need to buy diamonds to please women; he simply dug up a root from his own mountain.

That alone is enough to create a phenomenal bestseller that women all over the world dream of.

"Beep beep beep..."

The heartwarming moment of gift-giving was interrupted by a transoceanic satellite phone call.

The caller ID still showed Robert White, his top white-glove partner in New York who handled his global social connections.

Chen An pressed the speakerphone button.

"Chen! Things are getting a bit complicated regarding that 'Titan Club'!"

Robert's voice was no longer the relaxed one it used when discussing things; instead, it carried a hint of distress.

"The fifty spots were all filled within a day. They were scrambling to deposit the one million yuan membership fee directly into the verification account."

"But the problem is that this morning, those super-rich people who were eliminated by us or failed to get a spot... went crazy." Robert smiled wryly, somewhat helplessly.

"Crazy? How did he go crazy?" Chen An raised an eyebrow and slowly leaned back in his chair.

"A representative of a top branch of the Saudi royal family and the founder of two Silicon Valley tech giants."

"There's another person you'd never guess: the Duke of Aston, the head of the Aston family in London, which boasts an ancient aristocratic heritage and abundant shipyard resources."

Robert read out this long list of names that would make Nasdaq tremble.

"They even bypassed the middlemen and flew all their private jets to Kalispel."

"This is the closest airport to the Montana farm. They've declared that if they don't meet the Titan King who can grow 'White Pearl Strawberries' and raise 'God-level Wagyu beef'..."

Robert swallowed hard.

"They plan to bring their checkbooks and camp out at the foot of this snowy mountain until you agree to sell them an admission ticket!"

Force the palace?

Using the world's most abundant wealth to force you to pay money at your doorstep – a form of coercion!

In this era where everything revolves around money, there is actually a group of tycoons who control one percent of the world's wealth.

For a few bites of farm-exclusive ingredients and a vague "endorsement from the elite," people lined up on the edge of the frozen wilderness to become scalpers!

Upon hearing these words...

Jessica, who was sitting in Chen An's lap playing with the black crystal perfume bottle, and Sarah, who was elegantly drinking water next to her, exchanged a glance and both saw the shock and absurdity in each other's eyes.

Chen An simply listened quietly.

He looked at his paradise, a verdant oasis where albino gyrfalcons flew, purebred South American mythical beasts ran, and he held three women in his arms, each adorned with an exclusive, divine fragrance.

He gave a cold laugh.

That smile held the domineering arrogance unique to the apex predator of the food chain.

"Then let them wait."

Chen An spoke as casually as if he were talking about a few stray dogs begging for food at the door.

"Tell them that it's windy in Montana. If they don't want to freeze to death or be killed by my hounds, they'd better go back to the hotel in town and get a number."

"As for whether we can have this meal at my manor?"

Chen An looked up at the "20,000-acre primeval hunting ground" that had just been incorporated into Titan's territory.

"Notify Iron Head." Extreme fanaticism and authority flashed in Chen An's eyes.

"The hunting ground's anti-electric fencing is electrified immediately! A helicopter landing pad has been cleared in Forest Area 3, where the previously purchased Arctic Fox log luxury polar tents are being set up!"

"Want to get into the club? Sure."

"Make them pay double the verification fee. Then change into work clothes and pick up the hunting rifles I issued them."

"In my 20,000-acre game reserve, I hunted a pure wild red deer weighing over 100 pounds to complete my mission!"

"Otherwise, go back to where you came from. Titan doesn't support idlers, nor do we see sheltered cowards who dare not even fire a gun!"

These words were spoken.

These tycoons, who only know how to make waves in the financial district, are about to face the most incredible challenge of their lives—a "forced hunting assessment."

This is the highest level of bullying from a super-rich landlord. Don't like it? Keep it to yourself.

……

"Damn it! These custom-made Savile Row combat boots are for yacht decks, not for stomping in this damn mud!"

More than ten kilometers away from the Titan Manor residential area, on the edge of that primeval forest that had just been incorporated into the territory.

A white man, around forty years old and with striking blond hair, was breathing heavily and complaining in a completely unseemly manner.

His name is Philip Aston, the current Duke of the British Aston family, who holds shares in several large shipyards.

Walking behind him was another thin, middle-aged man wearing a full set of brand-new Arc'teryx outdoor gear, but who was already covered in sweat due to exhaustion.

Mark is the founder of an AI technology company in Silicon Valley valued at tens of billions of dollars.

"Save your energy, Your Grace."

Mark leaned against a pine tree, wiping away sweat. "If those Wall Street firms that want to short me saw me like this, my company's stock price would drop by at least ten percent."

"But I don't care... For that 'white pearl' that can cure my insomnia, I'd even be willing to go to the crater."

This is the edge of Titan's private hunting grounds, and also the "temporary training base" for Titan Club membership.

Two days ago, this group of powerful global tycoons, accompanied by their secretaries and bodyguards, were in a luxury hotel shouting that they would bury the reclusive rancher in money.

But under Chen An's arrogant rule that "if you want to join the club, go hunt a deer in the forest to prove yourself," they actually obediently changed into their down jackets and picked up the hunting rifles that were incredibly heavy for them.

Not for any other reason than the intense curiosity and competitive spirit that had been pushed to the limit.

In this circle, if others can get the Titans Club Black Card but you can't, it's considered a loss of status.