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"Hahaha... So it's President Ray dining here. I was wondering who had such a grand style to book the entire restaurant and not let anyone in." Charlie, a French nobleman known for his playboy lifestyle, often came to Las Vegas for fun.
Just as he took a couple of steps forward, he was suddenly stopped by Mike, who appeared out of nowhere. With cold black eyes fixed on the smiling man before him, he warned, "Count, Mr. Ray doesn't want to be disturbed tonight."
"Oh, so you're Mr. Ray's top bodyguard. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Ray; I just want to go over and say hello, I promise I'll leave right after," Charlie thought this was a good opportunity to get closer to Rafas. If he could gain a bit of support from him, everything would go smoothly for him in the future.
Mike didn't waste any time talking; he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Charlie's head. If he dared to take another step forward, Mike would have no hesitation in blowing his head off.
Seeing that Mike was serious, Charlie realized that his reputation for being ruthless was well-deserved. No wonder Rafas always had him by his side wherever he went.
"Mike, put the gun down!" Rafas's deep voice suddenly rang out, catching Charlie off guard.
Mike holstered his gun. Since the master had spoken, it was clear there was something he needed from this arrogant man. He stepped aside to let Charlie pass but kept his sharp gaze fixed on him.
Charlie approached Rafas's table with two attractive women by his side. Rafas gestured for him to sit down while the two women stood behind him, constantly flirting with Rafas, hoping this big spender would notice them.
"Mr. Ray, I'm really sorry to interrupt your meal. How about I cover this meal as an apology?" Charlie flattered him, feeling fortunate to encounter him today.
"I heard your father took the position of Financial Secretary last month? In the future, I will need your help more often, Count!" Rafas wanted Charlie close because of his father's political standing. Unfortunately for Rafas, Charlie was nothing but a spoiled brat who only knew how to eat, drink, gamble, and chase women. He felt pity for Charlie's father for having such a useless son.
Charlie's eyes inadvertently drifted to Wushuang beside Rafas. Oh my God! In nearly thirty years of life, he had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her delicate features seemed meticulously crafted, her flawless skin and thick eyelashes complemented her small rosy lips and long black straight hair—she was truly an Eastern Beauty.
Sitting next to them, he could faintly smell a subtle fragrance that definitely did not come from the two women behind him. Looking at the stunning woman before him who wore no makeup yet looked breathtakingly beautiful left him breathless; it must be her enchanting scent.
"Mr. Ray is too humble; I still look up to you and hope for your guidance. If you need my help with anything, I would be more than happy," Charlie replied while keeping his Peach Blossom Eyes glued to Wushuang's beautiful face without blinking.
Wushuang noticed the man's gaze on her and subtly moved her small hand from the table to rest on Rafas's thigh, shaking it nervously.
Rafas set down his glass and held her anxious little hand while looking at Charlie's wandering eyes and said, "Count, are you looking at something you shouldn't be?"
Charlie's face stiffened as he quickly withdrew his gaze and awkwardly explained, "Mr. Ray, please don't misunderstand; I just found this young lady very familiar and couldn't help but look a few more times. I meant no offense; really!"
"That's good to hear; you still don't have the right to look at my woman!" Rafas suddenly turned serious; moments ago he had been playing nice with Charlie but now his demeanor shifted dramatically.
"I'm really sorry. I will take better care of my eyes from now on. I won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Lei. This meal is on me as an apology!" Charlie said, sweating profusely from his forehead. Everyone in the industry knew what kind of person Rafas was; if someone angered him, they might not even realize how they met their end.
Rafas remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yan Wushuang beside him. She felt uncomfortable under the man's scrutiny and had to keep her head down, leaning closer to Rafas.
Charlie didn't dare stay any longer and quickly left the restaurant with the two women. The tall and voluptuous women, who had been flirting with him earlier to catch his attention, reluctantly looked back as he pulled them away, trying to seize one last opportunity.
"Baby, what's wrong?" As soon as they turned to leave, Rafas pulled her onto his lap, looking at her with affection.
"I'm fine. It's just that man was so annoying; it felt like he was staring at me the whole time, worse than you!" Now that the man had finally left, she felt a sense of relief leaning against him and inhaling the faint scent of Ancient Dragon Fragrance on him.
"Little thing, am I really that bad?" A wicked smile appeared on his lips, sending shivers down Yan Wushuang's spine.
"Very bad! Especially last night when I cried and begged you; you wouldn't let me go kindly." She pouted and playfully hit his chest while complaining.
"Hahaha... Who told you not to behave last night? If you don't listen to me in the future, I have plenty more ways to punish you." He pinched her soft cheek that seemed like it could be squeezed for water; he had many methods, so she should never doubt his words.
Yan Wushuang's expression stiffened; she knew he was using these things to threaten her—how annoying!
The two in the restaurant embraced each other again for a passionate kiss. Before Charlie left in defeat, he made sure to settle the bill for the private dining room and expenses for the night. Although it wasn't a huge amount, Rafas's agreed price for the reservation made Charlie wince—how could it be so expensive?
When Yan Wushuang returned to the castle under the night sky, she saw her Snowball waiting by the door for her return. Excitedly, she rushed over to hug it; thankfully, her Snowball was still there—what a relief!
Water flowed from the faucet as Rafas pinned her down. Just as she returned and hadn't even had time to cuddle with Snowball, he dragged her into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and they began playing in the bathtub together.
The bathroom was filled with an infinitely fragrant scene.
The next morning, the butler looked at the newspaper delivered that morning and couldn't tell whether this news was good or bad for his master. He immediately informed Mike. Mike also couldn't grasp the pros and cons of this news but quickly sent someone to investigate who wrote the article.
"Master, there's something urgent that needs your attention," Mike's voice sounded outside the door at just the right moment. Rafas was a light sleeper; any noise outside would wake him instantly.
"What urgent matter?" He glanced at the time; it was only eight in the morning. The little one in his arms was still sound asleep and probably wouldn't wake up until after ten.
"The gossip magazine today published intimate photos of you entering and exiting the restaurant with Miss Wushuang last night. It also included earlier photos of you with Smith Annie while shopping. The headline claims you've abandoned your newlywed wife for a lover!" He hadn't realized anyone was following him when he went out with Wushuang last night. It seemed today's tabloids were more effective than his bodyguards.
"Do I need to explain how to handle this kind of situation?" Rafas replied coldly. He didn't care about such trivial matters, especially since he was now a golden bachelor after his divorce.
With Rafas's permission, Mike immediately employed his usual methods to blacklist that magazine in the media industry. However, within just one morning, although Mike had cleaned up the magazine, the copies that had already hit the market were snatched up quickly. News outlets rushed to report on the magazine's headlines, provoking different reactions of anger from two unrelated individuals far away in England and Japan.
Smith Annie felt as if she had slashed Yan Wushuang's face. How would she entice someone else's husband, her Lefas? Holding a fruit knife, she shredded the magazine featuring her photo into pieces, but it still couldn't alleviate her hatred!
In Tokyo, Japan, when Yamamoto Ryuichi saw the familiar face in the photo, his heart ached again. That was his Princess Wushuang, the only woman he had ever recognized in his life. But what had happened to her? Why was she dining with that man? After thinking for a long time, he concluded that the man must be threatening his princess again.
After working hard for so long, Yamaguchi-gumi had gradually become stronger. However, it was still not the right time to strike against Solomon. Although they had regained their footing, their foundation remained unstable; they were not yet solid enough. He had to endure and continue persevering. One day, he would walk over that man's corpse and take Wushuang's hand back to his side.
Silently gazing at the photo, Long Yi murmured her name over and over again: "Wushuang, wait for me... you must wait for me..."
In front of Monica Tower, a large group of reporters had already gathered early on. When Rafas's dedicated vehicle appeared in their sight, they immediately swarmed around it, blocking it completely.
A large number of security personnel rushed out from Monica Tower to block the reporters and facilitate Rafas's exit from the car. However, once the reporters saw him get out, they surged forward even more eagerly, hoping to obtain firsthand information!
"Mr. Lei, what is your relationship with the Eastern girl in the photo? It is said that Miss Smith has left Las Vegas and returned to her home in England. Is there a conflict between you two? Is your conflict caused by that Eastern girl? Or are you currently juggling two relationships?" A crowd of reporters bombarded him with questions, creating chaos at the scene. Many reporters had flown in from various countries, making the situation extremely chaotic.
No matter what they asked, Rafas maintained his usual smile. The cold Silver Mask on his face appeared even more eerie under the flashing lights.
In the spacious President's Office, an assistant had clipped together the latest reports from magazines and newspapers and placed them on his desk. As Rafas looked at each article, he felt no anger; instead, he wondered what that man far away in Japan would think upon seeing such photos. Hahaha!
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