Chapter 325: Buying a Pleasure Pad
The limousine finally stopped outside a luxurious mansion based in a wealthier part of Las Vegas. There were of course, the realtor standing in front of the property awaiting Alex’s arrival. And when they saw the young man dressed for success, with a beautiful Arabic woman on his arm, they were quick to greet him.
“You must be Mr. Smith. If you’re looking to buy luxury property, then you won’t find any better here in Vegas than what we have to offer. Is this your wife?”
Aisha blushed when she heard this, but even Moreso when Alex answered the realtor in the affirmative.
“Indeed, she is... I have recently been living in a penthouse, and have decided to upgrade to a proper mansion for the sake of our future family....”
Aisha did not deny Alex’s shameless words, and instead tried to hide her embarrassment, which Alex only found more endearing as he wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and pulled her in tight. He didn’t even really pay attention to the words of the realtor as she walked the two of them through the property.
Instead, Alex openly flirted with Aisha the entire time. His carefree attitude annoyed the Realtor who thought he was not the least bit serious about buying such an expensive property. The property itself was only around 10 million dollars, which was basically pennies to Alex, who raked in 50+ billion a year.
But Aisha seemed to really like the place, even if it wasn’t the most expensive option in the city of Las Vegas and thus, after watching the Arabian Princess yearn for the mansion, Alex decided to cut the tour short and buy it himself.
“Alright, I think I have seen enough. You said this place was ten million, right? Let’s sign the paperwork and I’ll have the cash wired to your account in the hour.”
The realtor damn near died of a heart attack after hearing Alex so subtly talk about transferring ten million dollars as if it were instead a measly ten dollars. He was so young that she genuinely did not think he had the money, unless, of course, he was some trust fund brat.
Still, as long as the money came through, she had no complaints. And thus Alex signed over the house to his name and transferred the money. And like clockwork, the agreed upon amount effortlessly was transferred over to the owner of the property. There was no need to get the banks involved as there was no mortgage to pay since Alex had decided to pay the entire ten million dollars up front.
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While Alex was wining and dining Aisha, his rival for her affection was seething. He had a giant pile of cocaine on his desk which he snorted from, while screaming at his personal assistant regarding Aisha’s sudden self imposed exile.
“Have you found the bitch yet!?! I can’t believe she would flee the country just to escape from marrying me! What the hell is wrong with that cunt? I mean, what kind of self-righteous whore would care so much about whether or not I like to have a line of coke now and then that she tanks our engagement!?!”
The personal aide gazed upon the young Omani Prince with a look of pity, but did not dare to speak a word about it. After all, Ali had a tendency to become violent when he abused narcotics, and because of this, the personal aid was wise enough to avoid angering the man whenever he entered such a drug fueled state.
Instead, he sighed heavily before stating that even with the Intelligence Agencies of Saudi Arabia and Oman combined; they had not been able to find out what happened to the girl.
“I’m sorry, your highness, but we simply don’t know where Princess Aisha has run off to, or if she’s even still alive. As far as we can tell, she did not take any money out of her accounts prior to them being frozen. So we have no choice but to believe she received help from one of our her father’s rivals. She may very well be seeking refuge in Iran... But that is mere speculation.”
Nobody could have guessed that a billionaire playboy had absconded with the Saudi Princess out of a mere passing fancy. It was simply too ludicrous to even conceive. Instead, the intelligence agencies of Saudia Arabia and Iran were busy focusing on their rivals who were far more likely to assist Aisha in her escape.
And it was with this in mind that Ali flipped his shit, believing that Iran had genuinely aided the Saudi Princess in escaping from his clutches, likely marrying her off to some Iranian official in the process.
“Fucking Persian shits! Just you wait and see what happens!”
Nobody had any idea that Aisha had run off with Alex. Nor would they suspect the young American of any wrongdoing. Making it very easy for Aisha to avoid detection from her pursuers.