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

The whole thing started because of the bottle of perfume that Ava brought.

This mysterious and powerful oriental manor fragrance immediately attracted the attention of one of the world's three largest luxury goods groups.

—Attention from the French Lumière family.

This family has controlled the lifeline of Europe's top perfume and cosmetics industry for generations.

Faced with this new substance that could potentially overturn their century-old brand's fragrance formula,

He is the current CEO of the Lumière Group and the first heir to the conglomerate, hailed by European media as the "high-flying flower of France."

Florence Lumière cancelled her trip to Milan and chartered a plane to Montana.

She wanted to spend a fortune, even leveraging the wealth of old European money, to buy out all ownership of this mysterious, mutated spice.

Outside the manor porch at this moment.

This heiress, whose every move in European high society could cause an earthquake, is now caught in an incredibly unbelievable state of self-doubt.

Florence wore a custom-made white Dior suit, Jimmy Choo stilettos, and her long, radiant platinum blonde hair was neatly styled.

Her features were extremely defined, and her deep blue eyes naturally carried an arrogance that seemed to regard everyone else as commoners.

however.

Ever since her rented Rolls-Royce from Carlisle entered this seemingly desolate valley, her arrogance has been steadily shattered.

First, she encountered Aya, an Indian girl, walking her dog at the door.

When Florence tried to get the maid to call her master in fluent, haughty English.

Aya simply whistled.

The next second, Zeus, a Caucasian Shepherd Dog as big as a lion with red glowing eyes, and a million-level mutated gyrfalcon circling in the sky...

The sight nearly scared the European swan so much that she twisted her high heels on the grass.

Secondly, she met Eileen.

As the president of a top luxury brand, she naturally knew this Oscar-winning actress who had been endorsing competing brands for a long time.

But this radiant Hollywood queen was just sitting on the wooden doorstep, completely unladylike, with a plate of watermelon in hand.

He didn't even glance at the billion-dollar "exclusive cooperation agreement" in her hand, leaving only one sentence:

"Oh, you're here to buy something again? Find a cool place to stand and wait, the boss is still chatting with us inside."

"Remember not to trample on the mint leaves growing next to us; we'll be using them to dress the fish tonight."

What a shame!

A billion-dollar contract! Any winery owner in Europe would be kneeling down and kissing her shoes by now!

Standing in front of this group of incredibly beautiful women who lived deep in the mountains, Florence felt like an insurance salesperson out there!

"Ladies."

Just as Florence was biting her red lips, mentally cursing in French out of embarrassment and annoyance, the wooden door finally opened again.

Chen An's tall figure appeared on the porch.

He was only wearing a loose cotton T-shirt and black sweatpants.

His eyes were deep and languid, and he still carried a faint scent of coffee mixed with the body fragrance of several women.

It was just a glance.

Florence keenly realized that this man was not a being from the same dimension as the so-called tycoon sons she had met at those high-end parties in Paris.

That was the demeanor of a true ruler who held the power of life and death and disregarded all rules.

"You're that farmer named Chen An?"

Florence slightly raised her chin, attempting to regain the initiative with her powerful aura.

Her long, slender, fair fingers handed out a beautifully printed document in gold foil, written entirely in English and French.

"I am the CEO of the Lumière Group. The rules here are truly... refreshing."

Her voice was cool and detached. "This is our offer. An initial investment of one billion US dollars to establish a joint brand."

"I want the exclusive extraction rights to all of your wild, mutated iris root."

However, Chen An didn't even extend his hand.

Sarah.

Chen An suddenly turned his head slightly and called out into the room.

"What's wrong, darling?" The gentle Mrs. Sarah, the head of the manor, came out with a clean, warm towel.

She stood on tiptoe and wiped Chen An's hands, completely ignoring the French female CEO who was as cold as an iceberg.

"Take that document and give it to Katie in the back," Chen An said calmly.

Sarah accepted the hefty billion-dollar contract as promised.

"Give it to Katie?" Florence paused, a slight surge of joy rising within her. "Is she in charge of auditing finances and legal matters?"

"No."

Chen An crossed his arms and looked at her with a leisurely air, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"I caught two wild rabbits this morning to roast. I see your paper is quite thick; it should be better for lighting the stove and starting a fire."

As soon as he finished speaking...

Jessica and Erin, who had been sitting inside watching the commotion, burst out laughing.

The laughter was undisguised, like a crisp slap across the face of the French female CEO.

This is the hardcore alliance of protecting one's own and being exclusive with the most elite farmers!

Whether you're a French swan or a noblewoman, do you want to come here and do business in a haughty manner?

Your billion-dollar contract is just a token gesture!

"You...!" Florence's originally fair and snow-white face instantly turned bright red.

The two European bodyguards behind her were about to step forward to argue, but they were instantly pinned down by a dozen Remington shotguns loaded with live ammunition that appeared around them.

"Miss Florence, if no one has taught you how to be a guest on someone else's turf, then I'll mercifully tell you a Montana rule."

Chen An stepped forward. His height of over 1.8 meters instantly blocked the sunlight shining on the female CEO, and an abyss-like oppressive aura enveloped her.

Chen An gently touched the delicate lines of Florence's chin with the back of his finger. The touch was slightly cool and extremely elastic.

As Florence stared at him, her expression stiff and her heart pounding, he slowly began to speak:

"The things dug out of that muddy ground are only for the women in my manor to use for skin care and bathing."

"It's not for sale, let alone your mere billion worth of worthless paper."

"You want to talk about this monopoly?"

Chen An suddenly stopped, his gaze sweeping over the exquisitely noble swan from top to bottom without restraint.

"Okay. Take off your high heels and change out of that pretentious Dior suit."

"I'm going to turn over some sandy soil this afternoon in preparation for planting new watermelons."

"As long as you can work with me in that muddy field for three hours."

"I can barely give you a ten-minute chance to speak during dinner."

"You...you want me to turn over the soil?!"

Florence's voice completely lost control. What a noble status she held!

Not to mention turning over the soil, even the red carpet she walks on must be spotless!

Chen An ignored her. He turned around, put his arm around Jessica's slender waist, and gave her thigh a rather improper squeeze with his large hand.

"Let's go back inside and take a nap. Let the people outside decide for themselves."

As the door closed, only the arrogant French female CEO was left on the farm lawn in the early summer heat, her face flushed and paled in turns, her lips almost bleeding from being bitten.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of that large house, several pairs of beautiful eyes, filled with both smiles and vigilance, were watching closely.

For these women who are already deeply marked by "Titan Manor".

No matter how many arrogant and reckless women come from outside, their ultimate fate will be the same as theirs.

Completely devoured and tamed by this wild and unreasonable power, until kneeling beneath this magnificent bed.