Wall Street bigwigs!

Yes, she was faking being drunk.

But after getting in the car and entering the hotel room, Uma began to regret it. Green did not take her roughly as she had imagined; instead, he took good care of her like a gentleman.

This has a huge impact on the mind of a girl who has just come of age.

Are you leaving?

A slightly trembling voice behind Green instantly made him stop in his tracks.

Then, she turned around in surprise to look at Uma, who had already sat up on the bed.

However, Uma was no longer drunk at this moment; her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness!

Green was a smart man, and he quickly regained his composure, realizing that he had really lost his mind and almost fallen for the trick.

"Get some rest, goodnight!"

Green walked out without stopping, his tone cold and aloof, a far cry from his enthusiasm at the party.

Uma felt a pang in her heart, followed by a chill running through her body. She knew she had done something foolish.

Watching Green leave without hesitation, Uma felt a surge of heat in her mind, a voice in her head constantly reminding her not to let the opportunity slip away.

The women in the company had privately taught her what to do when opportunities arose. She knew all about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry. Rather than being a glamorous prostitute, she decided to find a rich man she liked.

"Am I not pretty?" Uma asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of urgency and annoyance.

For a fleeting moment, Green felt a surge of anger, turning to look at Uma's pitiful appearance.

The next second, Uma ripped off her dress.

However, after tearing off the skirt, Uma felt a little heartbroken, as this was the most presentable dress she had at the moment.

Uma was naked on the bed, her upper body exposed.

Having just reached adulthood, she developed early, and her body is currently at its most beautiful stage.

Green looked at the other's proud chest, the light gray underwear covering the snow-white body, which was faintly visible behind the lace and hollowed-out fabric.

The restlessness that had just been suppressed surged up again at this moment, and Green did not even notice that his eyes were filled with greed and aggression.

Uma bravely met Green's gaze, then calmly gathered her loose blonde hair together and tied it into a knot at the back of her head.

But her trembling fingertips betrayed her true feelings.

Green slowly walked to the bedside and extended his index finger to lift Uma's smooth chin.

Are you an adult?

Green's tone was soft, but his hoarse voice revealed the boiling flames within him.

If it weren't for his remaining rationality telling him not to be fooled by the girl in front of him, he would have already brutally begun to unleash the true nature of an Onsa bandit.

But he knew that many wealthy and famous people in America had stumbled on this issue, looking like they were in their twenties, only to find out that the other person was a minor after they had slept with them and were sued.

"Do you need me to show you my driver's license ID?" Uma asked stubbornly, her eyes glistening with tears.

(Shortly after reaching adulthood)

Upon hearing this, Ling's last shred of reason vanished, and he pried open Uma's lips with his fingers and pressed them hard against hers.

Uma felt a sudden, electric shock run through her body, and then her brain went blank, as if she had been run over by a dump truck.

Green tore off his disguise, transforming into an orc and frantically demanding what he wanted. After a moment, Uma began to respond awkwardly.

Uma thought to herself, "I hope those in finance won't be like those scumbags in Hollywood who turn their backs on you after you've done your bidding."

In the dimly lit suite, two naked bodies lay on the large bed, Uma's firm thighs pressed against Green's body.

After venting her frustrations several times last night, Green was somewhat listless at the moment. An 18-year-old European and American girl should be in a stage full of energy.

Fortunately, they had booked a suite. After the event, Green took Uma to another room, as the original room had been turned into a mess.

"Ding ding ding..."

The phone outside the room rang incessantly, which annoyed Green. Who would call him on a weekend morning?

Richard couldn't possibly be clueless about romance; this was a deliberate arrangement by Richard to get closer to himself, so Richard was immediately ruled out.

Green gently pulled Uma's arms and legs off him, then got up and went to the living room to pick up the phone. It was fortunate that there was no caller ID, otherwise he would have definitely checked which bastard it was.

"Hello!"

Doug, the lawyer's assistant on the other end of the phone, heard Green's unfriendly tone, then glanced at the clock on the table and slapped his forehead.

It's all my fault. Yesterday, Attorney Morris told him that he was going to meet with Green today.

As a result, he was busy until 11 p.m. yesterday organizing the conversation materials from both sides.

He had considered calling Green to let him know where they would meet over the weekend, but thankfully he put the phone down after picking it up.

So he quickly called at 8:00 AM to inform both parties of the meeting place, as it would be impolite to call any later.

Doug could only bite the bullet and say, "Good morning, Mr. Walker. I'm Doug, Maurice's assistant. We've met before."

Green remained silent for a moment, suppressing his dissatisfaction, because this was a serious matter.

"Good morning, Doug. Are you here to let me know where we're meeting?"

"Yes, Mr. Walker, I apologize for the late notification. Mr. Morris asked me to book the coffee shop at the New York Plaza Hotel on Fifth Avenue."

Green was momentarily dazed but mentally gave Doug a thumbs up, because he was already at the Plaza Hotel and only needed to go downstairs later.

"Okay, I got it. See you later!" Green said.

Doug waited a few seconds until Green hung up before putting down the receiver. He then quickly gathered the documents on the table and placed them in a leather briefcase bearing the logo of SATA Law Firm.

Doug came out of the study and his wife was preparing breakfast.

Before he could even savor the moment, Doug grabbed a sandwich, said goodbye to his wife, and hurried out the door.

As an assistant deeply trusted by his boss, he first had to pick up his boss, lawyer Morris, and hand over the documents needed for the day.

Green wasn't sleepy either. He walked to the window and drew back the curtains. The azure sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds, which set off the magnificent city skyline.

The outside world has awakened, and cattle and horses dressed in suits are hurrying along the streets.

Green found the cigar cabinet provided by the hotel and browsed through it, eventually finding Zhonghua cigarettes, which were produced in China.

Without hesitation, Green took a packet from inside and lit one with a metal lighter.

"Inhale...exhale..."

He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, the taste of which was slightly different from that in China.

After finishing his cigarette, Green walked into the chaotic battlefield, picked up Uma's long dress, and glanced at the tag and size.

After thinking for a moment, I picked up the hotel phone and called the front desk to ask for breakfast at nine o'clock and the phone number of the nearest Chanel counter.

"Please prepare a few sets of the latest women's ready-to-wear clothes for me this year."

I also need a few sets of the latest lingerie, size B+, as well as cosmetics and a handbag!

Please have your senior customer service team arrange and deliver this to room 1808 of the Plaza Hotel for me.

Green spoke very quickly, but the other party was clearly very professional and was used to this kind of request.

"Okay, sir, I'll deliver it to you within an hour."

Don't ask if they're at work or not so early. Luxury brands like these in New York can definitely meet your needs. Even if you call at two or three in the morning, they'll still provide smiling service.