"You like money, and I have a lot of money..." Feng Hao continued to test her bottom line.
She raised her eyebrows and put the wine glass in her hand on the tray held by the waiter passing by: "Do you think I married for money?"
"Is it still for love? With my wife's appearance and shrewdness, will she fall in love with an old plutocrat?"
"Yes, every marriage of mine is true love! Besides, do you know what I look like? I'm ugly, so I don't like seeing people!" After Delile finished speaking, she walked towards Santos.
Feng Hao watched her whisper a few words to Santos before heading towards the door. He casually placed the wine glass in his hand at the end of the stair railing beside him and followed her without leaving a trace.
Outside the manor building is a beautiful, well-maintained garden.
He saw Delile's pretty and slender figure moving towards the driveway. After a while, Parker greeted her respectfully and put a black shawl on her shoulders.
Two black Mercedes-Benz SUVs drove up to her one behind the other, and several men wearing camouflage uniforms and loaded with ammunition jumped out of the car behind them.
"Madam, let's go back!" Parker reminded cautiously, "Mrs. Santos always wants to do harm to you, so you have to be careful."
"She doesn't dare to touch me here. If she hadn't looked at Santos, I would have killed her with one shot! I am incompetent and can't control my husband's lower body, but she wants to use me as a support. How can I let her succeed?"
"That's right, she's not as smart as you, Madam!" Parker looked at Delile and smiled appreciatively.
"The stars are so beautiful tonight, Parker!" Delile raised her head and looked at the stars above her head in fascination.
Feng Hao, who happened to come over and heard these words, felt his heart tremble inexplicably. When he saw him approaching, the men with guns stopped him from moving forward with the tips of their guns.
Suppressing the complexity in his heart, Feng Hao calmly looked at the surprised Delile and said, "Madam, are you leaving now?"
"Yes!" Delile's eyes that almost made him lose his mind were staring at him closely.
For a moment, Feng Hao almost wanted to rush up and lift her veil. He wanted to see if the face under the veil was exactly the same as the one engraved in his heart.
"Before I leave here, would I have the honor to invite you to have dinner with me, Madam?" He smiled.
Delile looked at his high-end handmade custom-made suit, then glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and was silent for a moment.
This is definitely a rich man, she can be very sure.
"I just admire Madam. If you need to charge for a dinner with Madam, just ask."
"who are you?"
"King!"
"It's ridiculous!" Delile smiled again, but it was still a little cold, "Since you came here because of your reputation, you should let me know your true identity. I just saw you talking to Mrs. Santos, and I can tell you the truth.
You, if I hadn't been on guard, I would have been killed several times by that bitch woman. I won't do it with a gun!"
"If you are willing, you will only get money from me, not bullets!" Feng Hao was half serious, half joking. His chiseled handsome face looked particularly charming under the starlight.
Delile approached him: "How are you going to prove to me that you are not with that bitch woman?"