"This is bad!"
"Could it be that the Tata Group is in league with the Rothschild family?"
"Judging by his attitude!"
Fan Yinghao felt a pang of bitterness and looked apologetically at Rong Jingyang, "Master."
All his efforts on Will were in vain, the gifts, the money, the wining and dining...
Damn it!
It was all wasted!
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes narrowed as he watched Will enthusiastically greet Cristiano, a chill rising in his heart.
Had he failed before even starting?
No!
His trump card was Du Ruoxin, and he had brought her here.
He trusted her not to disappoint him.
He signaled Fan Yinghao to get him a drink, then raised his glass to Cristiano—Cheers!
Without waiting for Cristiano's response, he downed the drink.
Then, he shifted his gaze, looking for the next useful target.
Time flew by, and it was time for dinner.
Rong Jingyang followed the crowd to the restaurant, and by chance, he and Cristiano met again.
"Isn't this Mr. Rong?" Cristiano called out, feigning "surprise."
Will immediately asked respectfully, "Mr. Rothschild, do you know him?"
Cristiano hooked his lips and nodded, "We've met a few times, haven't we, Mr. Rong?"
Unsure of Cristiano's intentions, Rong Jingyang calmly and indifferently replied, "I didn't expect Mr. Rothschild to remember me. It's truly an honor."
A subtle sarcasm permeated the air between the two men.
Cristiano smiled faintly, "Meeting is fate. Shall we dine together?"
Just as Rong Jingyang was about to refuse, his mouth already open, Cristiano spoke first, "Ah, I almost forgot, I am also a guest today."
He then looked at Will, "Mr. Will, have you invited Mr. Rong for lunch?"
Seeing the coldness in Cristiano's eyes, Will immediately understood and, with a fawning smile, said mockingly, "How can Rong's Group be compared to the esteemed Mr. Rothschild?"
"They are in the main hall."
"The old man has specially prepared a private room for Mr. Rothschild."
"Please, come in."
Cristiano nodded with satisfaction.
The two walked into the VIP private room as if no one else existed.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Had he been humiliated?
Heh—
Just a petty victory!
It was just a meal, why would he care? Why would he be provoked?
Besides, with Du Ruoxin by his side, he would always be superior to Cristiano.
She was something Cristiano could never have!
And he possessed her effortlessly!
Rong Jingyang did not show any anger. As Cristiano was about to pass through the wooden door, a light sentence drifted through the air, "Go and call Madam over."
Fan Yinghao: "Yes."
Cristiano's footsteps faltered—Ruoxin was here?
He turned back, but Rong Jingyang had already disappeared into the crowd in his wheelchair.
"Mr. Rothschild, what's wrong?" Will asked when he saw him stop.
Cristiano shook his head and entered the private room. However, Rong Jingyang's words were like stones thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves in his heart.
He couldn't help but take out his phone and dial Du Ruoxin's number.
The call was answered after two rings, and a soft, pleasant female voice said, "Ge."
Cristiano's heart melted at the call, and he couldn't help but smile faintly, "Where are you?"
Du Ruoxin answered honestly, "Attending a business banquet with Rong Jingyang. What's wrong?"
Cristiano: "..."
Sensing the cold silence on the other end of the phone, Du Ruoxin asked again, "Is something wrong?"