Rong Cheng escorted Du Ruoxin to the fashion exhibition, with no intention of leaving.
He picked up a bottle of mineral water, found a seat, and leisurely watched them shoot advertisements.
Trevor, trailing behind Du Ruoxin, narrowed his eyes: "..."
What was going on?
This Rong Jingyang's special assistant... seemed to... particularly... like Miss?
Was it an illusion?
Or a misjudgment?
Trevor didn't know, but he dared not ignore it, so he sent a message to Cristino: [Master, Rong Cheng, one of Rong Jingyang's three special assistants, might like Miss.]
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Canada
Cristino was furious after losing a multi-billion dollar project!
The entire scene was enveloped in a deathly, terrifying atmosphere.
However, a phone call temporarily eased the suffocating pressure.
Cristino seemed to be smiling?
Unbelievable!
Was this a good mood or a bad mood?
But after he finished the call, he looked refreshed, and his tone improved, seeming happy?
Yet, everyone remained on edge, not daring to harbor any pleasant fantasies.
After all, the recent failure had indirectly cost the Rothschild family a fortune.
The boss was about to unleash his anger.
Cristino: "..."
Looking at the territory that had already become someone else's domain, he asked with a gloomy tone, "Where is Rong Jingyang?"
The assistant bowed and replied, "With the presidential family, at the castle." Holding a celebration banquet.
The last few words, the assistant dared not say.
He was afraid of being beaten.
One punch from the boss could shatter his teeth.
"Heh—"
Cristino let out a scoff, so pleased with himself just for winning a transaction?
"Let's go!"
He was also an old acquaintance of the President. Business might fail, but friendship remained. He believed the President wouldn't refuse his attendance at the banquet.
Cristino ordered his bodyguard to drive, heading towards the castle.
Soon, the Bugatti arrived at the main gate.
As the bodyguard got out to negotiate with the gatekeeper, Cristino received a message from Trevor.
Rong Cheng? Rong Jingyang's special assistant... likes Xin'er?
Does Rong Jingyang know?
Ha!
He was just trying to find a way to deal with Rong Jingyang, and this unexpected news presented a perfect opportunity!
Cristino's mood became exceptionally good.
"Thank you." Receiving permission to enter, the bodyguard thanked the gatekeeper, returned to the driver's seat, and drove into the castle.
Cristino had been here several times. After passing through the metal detector, he skillfully found the people reveling on the dance floor.
Rong Jingyang, in his wheelchair, was easy to spot.
Cristino walked directly towards Rong Jingyang, not hiding his hostility. "I thought you were incapable of anything other than using Xin'er."
He had underestimated this fellow!
Rong Jingyang's diversionary tactic had made him miss a huge business deal.
Rong Jingyang raised an eyebrow slightly, "The game has begun, Cristino. You're waiting to lose."
Cristino gave a contemptuous smile, "Is that so?"
"Don't be so quick to decide who the victor will be."
"Perhaps you'll be the one who loses everything."
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes narrowed, "Want to try?"
The tense atmosphere was diffused by a cheerful voice cutting through the air.
"Hey, Yang, Cristino, today is all about laughter, no sulking!"
"Don't you Chinese have a saying, 'A thousand toasts are not enough for a true friend'?"
"If we brothers have a couple of drinks, it counts as getting to know each other through conflict."
"Perhaps we'll have a chance to cooperate next time?"
The host of the castle, completely unaware of the feud between Cristino and Rong Jingyang, assumed they had a past disagreement and was eager to play peacemaker.
A waiter brought red wine. The castle's owner handed each of them a glass and said, "Let bygones be bygones, let's toast!"
Cristino raised his glass to Rong Jingyang out of respect for the Duke, but his voice was as cold as a knife, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Rong, there's something you might not know."