The women didn't get angry by his harsh words. They leaned on his side instead and coquettishly said, "Mr. Fang, you are lonely and all alone. Wouldn't you be happier if you have us to accompany you?"

With a snort, Jay stepped aside to brush them off and looked at the women. "You want to play with me, don't you?"

The women all nodded at the same time and agreed, "Yes, Mr. Fang is so famous. It's rare for us to see you, so we voluntarily came to drink with you."

"Well, same here. It's a rare chance for me to see you as well. Let's drink." Since these women came out of their own free will, Jay decided to play with them and planned to tease them.

"Okay, Mr. Fang, let's drink to our heart's content," a pretty woman said while raising a glass of cocktail.

Jay snapped his fingers and the waiter came in soon to take his orders.

"Give me 20 glasses of Bloody Mary." This wine could be considered a strong wine even though it was a cocktail. Jay guessed that these women would easily get drunk after each one of them had drunk a glass of wine.

"Yes, Mr. Fang, I'll bring it right away," the waiter said and went downstairs to prepare the cocktails.

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t looked at Doris, her disdain clearly showing on her face.

Doris had been pregnant for three months, and her belly bump was slightly noticeable.

"You are a pregnant woman. Why do you want to see Mr. Fang?" smirked the receptionist condescendingly.

"Hey! Why can I not look for him?" Doris countered indignantly.

"Well... I also want to know who you are and why you are looking for him. Do you have any business with Mr. Fang?" The receptionist still didn't take her seriously and thought she was here to make trouble.

"Yes, I do. I'm his woman!" declared Doris fiercely.

"Ah, is that so?" the receptionist jeered. "But I haven't heard of Mr. Fang getting married. Oh, I know. Could it be that you are pregnant with Mr. Fang's child and want to blackmail him?"

The receptionist raised her eyes and conceitedly glanced at her. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Fang didn't come here today. You'd better leave and go back to where you came from!"

"I..." Doris was furious and didn't want to waste her time with the receptionist anymore. She turned around and grabbed the collar of a waiter. She gritted her teeth and asked menacingly, "Tell me, which room is Mr. Fang in?"