Chapter 163 - Reach the sky in a single bound (2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

I can’t remember how many orgasms we had. This woman is absolutely a sex monster who can make man to die for!

Once again let this woman crazy, I ignore her wriggling and struggling, forcing to turn over, putting her under my body.

She seems to be out of breath, gasping and glancing at me: “You… You don’t follow the agreement.”

I’m also tired, smiling to her and say: “But I don’t like to lie down either.”

I turn over from her, and we are just lying side by side to have a rest.

Sophie leans slightly over, supporting herself with her elbow and looking sideways at me. Her hairs are hanging down, covering half of her face, and another hand is still wandering back and forth on my body.

Suddenly, she’s sighing, looking into my eyes and says: “You’re so strange… You’re like a sheep when you’re quiet… But just now, you were like a lion… God… You’re really weird.”

Then she’s coming up to kiss me on the face, blinking and says: “Honey, I’m starting to like you a little bit now.”

I smile lightly to her without any respond.

I don’t like her very much. At most, I just like her perfect body and beautiful appearance. As for her personality or herself, I don’t have much feeling. Essentially, I am still conservative. Western woman’s attitude towards sex is not so much acceptable for me.

Besides, this woman is a super hot girl. Although the spicy pepper is eating delicious and exciting, few people can stand them as the daily meals.

“Baby.” Sophie is sighing, her eyes are flashing a strange look. With the excitement, she is staring at me. She seems to remember something suddenly: “I can’t love you… But we can be lovers. What do you think of this proposal? Oh, my God, I’m a little reluctant to give up on you now. You’re great. It will be a pity to give you to someone else.”

“Why should we be lovers?” I’m laughing, and I don’t think the proposal is good. We are obviously not suited to keep long-term relationships with each other.

But Sophie apparently misunderstands me. She gives me an exaggerated smile, looking at me and says: “Baby, aren’t you satisfied? You won’t fall in love with me, will you? But no, I can’t marry you. Oh, I almost forget that you have this tradition of getting married after going to bed. But I can’t, baby, I haven’t fallen in love with you enough. Uh huh. Maybe I’m pretty liking you now, but I can’t marry you. At least not until I fall in love with you. Let’s be lovers, so we don’t have to take responsibility to each other.”

I’m laughing and turning aside: “Why haven’t my shirts been delivered yet? Maybe we should call them to hurry up.”

Sophie is chuckling, and she sees that I don’t to want to talk about it. So, she doesn’t continue this topic anymore.

We call the hotel to deliver the shirts. I change the clothes and rearrange my appearance.

Just at this time, my mobile phone is ringing finally.

“Little 5, come down at once!” The the voice in the phone is from Papa 8. His voice can’t be heard with any emotional fluctuations.

“OK!” I answer him steadily.

I’m not surprised how Papa 8 knows I’m upstairs. After all, today’s banquet is held in this hotel. There must be a lot of Mr. Sorin’s men here. We went out and came back to the hotel, someone must have notified them at the first time.

Although I’m a little nervous, after all, I just had a “close contact” with Sophie. But on the other hand, I don’t have too much pressures.

The charity banquet is already over.

Tonight’s event seems to be a success. It is said that Mr. Sorin’s charitable foundation has raised nearly ten million dollars for the projects such as improving community facilities for children.

There are many charitable funds like this in Canada. Donation to charitable funds is considered the best way to do goodness.

But few people give alms to the beggars on the roadside! Because almost all beggars in Canada are drug addicts or alcoholics! Even the government also hope the citizens not to give money to vagrants or beggars. Because in that case, you give them money is tantamount to encouraging them to continue to take drugs or excessive drinking!

The banquet hall has quieted down. Some guests have already left. The rest of the guests are holding separate talks in VIP rooms beside.

I know, usually at this kind of banquet, people don’t talk about business. They may talk about the weather and gossip, but they will never talk about business on that occasion! But after the banquet, the small-scale negotiation in the small meeting room with better privacy is the real conversation! Usually, many important things are decided on these occasions!

Sophie and I just walk into the banquet hall, two uniformed bodyguards come up and carefully guide us down the next corridor to a small cigar lounge in the back. The hotel also provides the cigars, of course, the price must be very expensive.

When Sophie and I enter, Mr. Sorin is sitting on a large sofa with a burning cigar in his hand and the blue smoke is curling. The leader of the Canada underworld is gently rubbing his eyebrows with one hand.

Papa 8 is sitting on another sofa, and Tiger is standing behind him.

I see a man is standing behind Mr. Sorin too. That’s a big and tall black man, around two meters tall.

When Mr. Sorin sees us come in, he just takes a look at me. The expression on Papa 8’s face is very calm, and then motions me to come to him and sit down. I’m a little flattered.

On such an occasion, even Tiger is standing, but Papa 8 asks me to sit beside him. I don’t know what the point is.

“Mr. Sorin, I still think Chen Yang is our best candidate.”

Mr. Sorin nods to Sophie and signals her to walk beside himself. Then he’s looking at me and says: “Young man, I don’t know how you make my daughter interested in you, but it doesn’t matter. I am an open father and will not interfere in Sophie’s private life. But I just hope you won’t hurt her. That’s all.”

Just these simple words. He doesn’t say anything to threaten me because he doesn’t need to. In his position, there is no need to say anything cruel to frighten me.

Then he’s smiling and saying softly: “OK, the private topic is over. Let’s continue to discuss our business.” This old man has a hidden momentum in his words, which is a habitual tone of command from his superiors.

“Sophie, you go out first. The next topic you might not be interesting.” Mr. Sorin’s voice is not very loud. But Sophie doesn’t seem to dare to against. She takes a deep look at me and goes out.

“Well, let’s go on.” Mr. Sorin is looking at Papa 8 and says: “Mr. Fang, do you really think this is a good idea?”

“Yes, Chen Yang will be my assistant. He is also the best young man I have ever met. So, I’ll let him do it…” This is Papa 8’s reply.

I realize that something might be happening!

Mr. Sorin takes a puff of his cigar, meditating for a moment, and then sighing: “Well, if it weren’t for the damn El Nino climate, the damn typhoon would not have caused so much damages to our plantations in South America. Anyway, the supply channels in Asia belong to you. You should have the decision-making power in this matter. I promise you the terms.” Later, the King of the Canadian Mafia taps his fingers on the armrest of the sofa with a smile on his face and wisdom in his eyes, “The Angels of the Hell will share your Asian supply channels. And in exchange, in the coming year, you may get 5% of the Angels of the Hell’s benefit. It’s fair.”

Then, Mr. Sorin is standing up, taking out his hand to hold me and saying gently: “Congratulations, young man. Once this plan has started, you will be one of the most powerful people in Vancouver. Although Mr. Fang strongly recommends you, I still have reservations. I hope you can prove that Mr. Fang’s words are correct with facts.”

I’m dizzy and confused, but conditioning to shake hands with him.

There are only a few words in my mind:

“Plan… One of the most powerful people in Vancouver.”

God, what the hell is going on?