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

Florence was wearing a smart white suit.

Holding a thick financial statement, she walked up to Chen An.

This once proud French swan,

The way he looked at Chen An at that moment...

Besides love, there was also a kind of fanatical worship of gods.

"Boss."

Florence handed the report to Chen An.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Last night's auction, plus the membership fees and annual fees for fifty full members..."

"In just 24 hours, we saw a cash inflow of over $120 million."

"Moreover, this doesn't even include the channel resources they voluntarily gave up in Europe and Silicon Valley in order to curry favor with you."

One hundred and twenty million. In cash.

They relied on a few wild boars that ate leftovers and a few bottles of essential oil pressed from plants in their own backyard.

This is the terrifying aspect of dimensional reduction attack.

"Put it into the manor's construction fund."

Chen An didn't even glance at the report.

He casually handed it to Tie Tou behind him.

Money only has value when it is spent and becomes a tool for our enjoyment.

He looked up at the increasingly scorching early summer sun overhead.

"It's June. Summers in Montana aren't long, but they're pretty hot."

Chen An stroked his chin and turned to look at Florence.

"Although our artificial lake is large, the lakeside is full of grass and stones, which is uncomfortable to walk on."

"Women walking on rocks in bikinis is such a hardship for their feet."

Florence paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want a beach."

Chen An spoke calmly, as if he were saying he wanted to buy a pound of cabbage.

"Contact Robert. Have him charter a few Boeing 747 freighters."

"Go to the pink sand beaches of the Bahamas, or the white sand beaches of the Maldives."

"Send me two thousand tons of the finest, finest coral sand."

"I want to create the most luxurious inland private beach in the United States at the confluence of Sunset Creek and artificial lake."

Florence gasped.

Airlifting two thousand tons of sea sand to the inland Montana mountains?!

The air freight cost alone is enough to buy a top-tier mansion in Beverly Hills!

But looking into Chen An's unquestionable eyes,

Florence immediately lowered her head.

A charming smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"As you wish, my king. I will do it immediately."

"We guarantee that you and your sisters will be able to walk on the softest white sand within three days."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The main house has a huge walk-in closet.

This place is every woman's ultimate dream.

In a space of several hundred square meters,

The shelves were filled with the latest haute couture from major luxury brands.

Limited edition bags and a whole wall of shoes.

Jessica was standing in front of a huge full-length dressing mirror.

Holding two bikinis with barely any fabric in her hands, she gestured awkwardly.

"Mom, should I wear this fluorescent green outfit, or this black lace-up one?"

Jessica turned her head.

Ask Sarah, who is sitting on a velvet sofa flipping through a parenting magazine.

You look good in anything, darling.

Sarah smiled gently.

"But why are you suddenly so eager to try on swimsuits?"

"The water in the artificial lake is still a bit cold."

"Mom, didn't you see the messages in the group chat?"

Jessica waved her bikini excitedly.

"The boss just gave the order!"

"He wants to airfreight thousands of tons of white sand from the Maldives to build us a private beach!"

"My God, sunbathing at the foot of a snow-capped mountain? That's absolutely insane!"

"Airlift sand?" Sarah was also stunned, then shook her head helplessly.

"He's really getting better and better at enjoying life."

"So I need to prepare my battle attire in advance!"

Jessica held up the black strappy bikini against herself.

"That Hollywood vixen, Erin, will definitely dress extravagantly; I absolutely can't lose to her in terms of figure!"

Just then, the door to the walk-in closet was pushed open.

Chen An walked in carrying a glass of chilled lemonade.

"In the challenge robe?"

Chen An leaned against the door frame.

His gaze swept unabashedly over Jessica's youthful and invincible body.

She was only wearing a tight-fitting flesh-colored undershirt, which showed off her perfect curves.

"Boss!"

When Jessica saw Chen An, she didn't flinch.

Instead, she took the black strappy bikini and moved closer.

"You've come at the right time. Could you take a look and tell me what you think of this set?"

She deliberately puffed out her chest, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes.

"This was specially prepared for your 'private beach'."

"However... this strap is a bit complicated, I don't think I know how to tie it."

Sarah smiled and shook her head as she watched her daughter's blatant "seduction," then stood up.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see how Katie's afternoon tea is going."

"You guys can take your time to 'figure out' how to tie the straps."

Sarah tactfully withdrew from the dressing room.

They even thoughtfully closed the heavy soundproof door.

The door closed.

The atmosphere in the dressing room instantly became heated.

"Can't you tie it?"

Chen An put down his water glass and walked over to Jessica.

He took the bikini, which consisted of only a few thin straps and two small pieces of fabric, and his eyes became deep and dangerous.

"These clothes weren't meant to be worn. They were meant to be taken off."

Chen An's fingers gently traced Jessica's fair collarbone, following the graceful lines downwards.

"However, since you are so sincere in asking for my advice, as your boss, I naturally have an obligation to personally guide you."

"Turn around."

Jessica's heart raced to its limit.

She obediently turned around to face the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, Chen An's tall and imposing figure stood behind her, creating a powerful and imposing physical difference.

Chen An wrapped the thin black ribbons around her neck and slender waist.

His movements were slow.

His rough fingertips brushed against her sensitive skin, intentionally or unintentionally, causing waves of uncontrollable shivers.

"install……"

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

Surrounded by hundreds of expensive haute couture gowns,

To engage in this private and shameful "fitting-on" experience,

This amplified her sensory stimulation countless times.

"Is the strap too tight?"

Chen An leaned close to her ear, his warm breath spraying onto her earlobe.

"No...it's not tight..." Jessica's voice had softened into a puddle of water.

"That's good."

Chen An's hand did not leave.

Instead, it suddenly pulled back along the black strap.

"Now that the battle robes are on..."

Chen An looked at the dazed look in the mirror.

The girl, who was completely in love, curled up a wicked smile.

"Shouldn't we practice beforehand how to apply sunscreen on the beach?"

In the dressing room, expensive silks and laces were scattered all over the floor.