812 Could You Send Someone to Collect Them?

Mr. Khalifa, who was wearing a white Arabic robe, stretched out his arms and smiled as he walked towards Fu Huai'an.

"Mr. Fu, my friend…" Mr. Khalifa hugged Fu Huai'an as a greeting. The happiness in his eyes was evident. "I'm so glad you agreed to come!"

Fu Huai'an nodded politely. His manly and well-defined features were extraordinarily handsome.

Arabs and Westerners naturally had deep-set eyes and prominent features. When Fu Huai'an stood with them, his eyes unexpectedly seemed deeper than theirs. Perhaps it was due to the combination with his high-arched brows…

With a sharp nose, thin lips, and a defined jaw, his whole face exuded a mature, masculine, and charming aura.

The sounds of helicopter blades spinning were thunderous as helicopters slowly landed. Mr. Khalifa had no choice but to move closer to Fu Huai'an's ear as he spoke. "I have many friends from the finance industry over tonight. They know that Mr. Fu is coming and can't wait to meet you…"

Mr. Khalifa entering the residence with Mr. Fu was enough to turn heads.

Everyone in the upper class in Dubai knew that Mr. Khalifa was infamous for being arrogant. Never had he gone out to welcome someone, let alone personally invite the person in!

A person tried to guess Fu Huai'an's identity. Another person had seen Fu Huai'an on the news the day before and said in a low voice that Fu Huai'an was the guy who turned Wall Street upside down and caused a shock to global stock markets.

Mr. Khalifa's private party was definitely extravagant…

Women with hot figures stood in the indoor fountain. They were only wearing bikinis, and their bodies were drenched as they moved seductively to the beat of the music.

A blond lady who was sexily dressed and had an alluring gaze walked past Fu Huai'an, and his nose was instantly filled with the scent of her perfume.

On the dance floor, men and women had drinks in their hands and moved their bodies to the music and the beat played by the DJ as they chatted and laughed.

There were bodyguards keeping watch at the lobby, and it seemed that outsiders weren't allowed upstairs. Fu Huai'an instructed Little Lu to wait downstairs while he went up to the second floor with Mr. Khalifa.

The second floor looked like the area for a small group to gather at a ball. Four men with strong presences sat on a couch and talked about the financial sector. They had cigars and glasses of wine, but there were no beautiful women to keep them company. The music and lighting were the same, but the atmosphere was completely different from the one downstairs.

From afar, Fu Huai'an could recognize the people sitting there. There was the managing director and chief financial officer of the World Bank Group, and sitting with him were the CEO of the UK's Financial Services Authority and two of Dubai's renowned millionaires.

Fu Huai'an had met the managing director and chief financial officer of the World Bank Group, Jude Holt, when he was in America. Back then, Jude Holt was still on the board of directors of the UK's Financial Services Authority, but Fu Huai'an already knew that he had a promising future. Who knew that he would become a CEO in the span of just a few years?

"Everyone…"

Mr. Khalifa brought Fu Huai'an to the group of men. Jude Holt immediately got up and extended his hand to Fu Huai'an. "Mr. Fu, we meet again!"

"Mr. Holt…" Fu Huai'an shook hands with Jude Holt, who was a few years older than him.

Fu Huai'an was impeccably dressed in a suit that showed off his broad figure. His features looked intimidating due to his years of experience and growth in the business world. He had the aura of a successful man, and it showed through his every move, which unintentionally garnered fear and respect.

Mr. Khalifa introduced Fu Huai'an to the three other men. They all then sat down and continued to discuss the financial sector. Since Fu Huai'an had joined them, Jude Holt asked Fu Huai'an for his opinion. He didn't say much, but every word went straight to the point. The language he used was simple and sharp, but his analysis was comprehensive. The rest of the men couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

Mr. Khalifa had just ordered someone to bring him wine when he heard Jude Holt exclaim, "Whom does Mr. Khalifa want to get drunk today? I can't believe you're bringing out this wine again. The last time I had this wine was here, at Mr. Khalifa's place. I passed out after drinking just two cups!"

Mr. Khalifa smiled. "This is a present from Mr. Fu!"

Fu Huai'an gave a courteous nod.

"Then I'll propose a toast to Mr. Fu with his wine…" Jude Holt humorously raised his glass at Fu Huai'an.

Fu Huai'an didn't turn him down. He nodded and clinked glasses with him.

After the bottle of wine had gone around thrice, Jude Holt indeed uncomfortably tugged at his collar after two cups and told Mr. Khalifa that he needed a guest room to rest in.

The other two couldn't hold their liquor either…

Mr. Khalifa was sharp and ordered his men to bring over four beauties with blond hair and blue eyes, who would take Fu Huai'an and the rest of the men to their rooms to rest. He vaguely told them that they could leave in the morning.

Fu Huai'an massaged his temples and calmly avoided the hand of the blond beauty who was helping him up. He said to Mr. Khalifa, "Could you get my assistant to come up and help me to my room instead? My wife will check up on me at any time!"

From the bottom of his heart, Jude Holt admired Fu Huai'an's loyalty to his wife, but he couldn't control himself, and the other two Muslims had four wives to begin with. He couldn't quite understand why Fu Huai'an rejected the advances of the beauty.

Mr. Khalifa didn't insist and got someone to bring Little Lu upstairs so that he could help Fu Huai'an to his room. The beauty who thought she could spend the night with Fu Huai'an ended up being no more than a waitress. After taking Fu Huai'an to a guest room, she tried her luck and attempted to enter the room, but she was politely stopped outside the door by Little Lu, leaving her filled with disappointment.

Little Lu closed the door. Fu Huai'an, who was slightly tipsy earlier, was already standing at the end of the bed and deftly taking off his suit. He took out his phone and glanced at the screen… Lin Nuan was still sleeping soundly.

He loosened his tie and asked Little Lu, "Where's Qin Zhe?"

Little Lu unlocked his phone and glanced at it before saying to Fu Huai'an, "He's already on Naseer's private island!"

Fu Huai'an took off his watch and placed it beside the bed. Little Lu immediately walked up to him and took off the silicone watch on his right wrist, passing it to Fu Huai'an. "The clothes are all in the bathroom… In five minutes, the maintenance workers for the kitchen and the drains will leave in a yacht."

Fu Huai'an glanced at the time and pressed the timer. He said to Little Lu, "I'll be back in 40 minutes!"

Fu Huai'an entered the bathroom and took off his shirt and pants. He then turned on the showerhead and tap and directed them both towards the round bathtub so that it would accumulate water. The rising steam quickly fogged up the frosted glass. Fu Huai'an adjusted his phone and placed it on the marble countertop. His fingers curled up as he gently touched Lin Nuan's delicate face on the screen.

Ten minutes after Fu Huai'an had left, Little Lu pulled open the door and saw a bodyguard standing outside. He said, "Sorry, my boss needs some clothes, and we've informed the hotel to prepare clothes for him. Could you send someone to collect them?"

Mr. Khalifa had said before that Mr. Fu was his guest, so the bodyguard didn't dare to ignore Little Lu and nodded. He rolled up his sleeves and said something in Arabic, then turned back to see Little Lu still standing there. He asked him with a confused look on his face, "Is there anything else you need, Sir?"

"My boss is used to having supper while bathing. Could we trouble the kitchen to prepare supper for him and send it up in 30 minutes? Some small wontons will do! Also, does the kitchen have green tea? My boss is used to drinking tea when bathing…"