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

He had done his research before coming, but this was just a young man who had just inherited the estate and was at most a little clever.

I never imagined that this guy had woven such a tight network of relationships behind him, and even had a military background.

110%?

That's the kind of frenzied price that only occurs when there's an extreme shortage.

"Mr. Chen, that's impossible."

"This doesn't make business sense..." Vincent tried to argue.

"In this courtyard, my words are logic."

Chen An interrupted him.

The atmosphere reached a stalemate.

Vincent was somewhat annoyed, but as a professional manager, he couldn't afford to lose his temper right there.

His gaze wandered for a moment, then suddenly fell on Jessica, who had been sitting silently beside him.

Jessica was so nervous that she was fidgeting, so she adjusted her posture.

Those long legs, encased in black stockings, were accidentally revealed from under the table.

Vincent's eyes lit up.

I've seen plenty of programmers in Silicon Valley who only wear hoodies and jeans, or assertive female executives.

This wild yet sexy "country secretary" gave him a fresh and exciting feeling.

"And who is this young lady?"

Vincent changed the subject, a slightly frivolous smile playing on his lips.

"Mr. Chen's secretary? She looks unfamiliar. Is she a local?"

As he spoke, he used what he considered to be a very gentlemanly manner.

His greasy gaze swept over Jessica's neckline and thighs.

Jessica frowned, instinctively feeling uncomfortable.

She subconsciously pulled her coat tighter.

"I'm Jessica, Mr. Chen's administrative assistant," she replied coldly.

"Oh, Jessica. What a nice name."

Vincent took out a gold-embossed business card, but instead of handing it to Chen An, he slid it to Jessica.

"If you ever find farm work too boring and want to go to San Francisco to see the world, feel free to contact me."

"Terra Energy not only lacks minerals, but also beautiful talents like you."

This is blatant poaching, or even a hint in some sense.

Jessica stared at the business card, at a loss for what to do.

She wanted to throw the business card back, but she was afraid of ruining Chen An's business.

Just then.

A large hand reached out and pinched the business card between two fingers.

Chen An picked up the business card, didn't even glance at it, and threw it directly into the ashtray in front of him.

Then, he pressed the still-burning cigarette butt onto the business card and watched it slowly burn to ashes.

"Mr. Vincent."

Chen An's voice was as cold as the ice and snow outside.

"I think you've got one thing wrong."

"What?" Vincent's face turned ashen.

"First, she is my partner's daughter and one of the future shareholders here."

"Her legs are for me to step on the gas and kick people."

"This isn't for guys like you who wear so-called 'Chelsea boots'."

Chen An stood up, walked up to Vincent, and looked down at him.

"Secondly, although I want to do business, I don't need to do business by selling my employees."

"Now, take your iPad and your damn electric toy car and get out of my house."

"Negotiations have broken down. You want to buy the mine? Have your boss come and talk to me in person."

"You..." Vincent stood up abruptly, his fingers trembling with anger.

"You'll regret this! Without TerraPower, no one will dare take your shipment!"

"That's my business, Zeus!"

Chen An called out.

The giant dog that had been lying outside the door heard the call and suddenly pounced to the French windows.

He let out a thunderous roar at Vincent inside.

The sight of its mouthful of fangs and massive body terrified Vincent so much that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Madmen...a bunch of madmen!"

Vincent grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door in a disheveled state, not daring to utter a single polite word.

He stepped into a mud pit, scrambled into his car, and fled in panic.

………………

Watching the silver pickup truck disappear into the intersection.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

"call……"

Sarah came out of the kitchen, looking at Chen An with eyes full of admiration:

"An, that was so cool."

Jessica, on the other hand, sat there with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"What? You think I drove away your 'San Francisco opportunity'?"

Chen An turned around, looked at her, and his tone returned to its usual teasing.

Jessica suddenly looked up.

Her eyes were a little red, but her gaze was surprisingly bright.

"Who wants a place like that..." she muttered.

"Those hypocrites who wear glasses are disgusting to look at."

She stood up and walked up to Chen An.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Chen An's tie, pulling him towards himself.

"Just now... when you said that, you really sounded like a domineering man."

Jessica's voice was soft, but trembled slightly.

"You're saying... my legs are for you to step on the gas pedal?"

"Yes. Step on that excavator, or that Indian motorcycle."

Chen An looked at her pretty face so close to his, and at her breasts that were heaving violently with excitement.

"That……"

Jessica bit her lower lip and stood on tiptoe—the height of her new leather shoes, and also the height of her desire.

"What if I stepped on... your accelerator?"

That one sentence made the air freeze instantly.

Sarah, who was holding a coffee next to him, almost spilled it when she heard this.

She looked at her daughter, then at Chen An, and finally just shook her head helplessly and affectionately.

She silently turned and went back to the kitchen, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Chen An looked at the extremely bold little wildcat in front of him.

Her coat had slipped down halfway, revealing her black stockings and short skirt underneath.

That was an extremely dangerous temptation.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Chen An asked in a low voice.

"I know."

Jessica's fingers slid down his chest, her eyes hazy yet resolute.

"That person tried to bribe me, but you refused."

"Because... I'm not for sale. Right?"

"Since it's not for sale..."

She unbuttoned one of the buttons on Chen An's shirt.

"Shouldn't the owner exercise their right to use the property?"

boom.

The string of reason snapped in that instant.

Chen An stopped wasting words.

He picked her up and laid her down on the dining table where the documents hadn't yet been cleared away.

The contracts on the table were scattered all over the floor.

"what!"

Jessica gasped, but then clung tightly to his neck.

Her legs... just as she implied, wrapped around his waist.

Outside the window, it was a world of ice and snow.

Inside the house, dry wood burned fiercely.

"This is office time, Secretary Chen." Chen An leaned down and looked at her delicate face.

"Then... I'll work overtime, boss."

Jessica closed her eyes and accepted the kiss she had longed for.

The black stockings drew a graceful arc in the air.

As for those deals worth hundreds of millions of US dollars?

Let's talk about it after this long "lunch break" ends.