Jeannie happily ran over, noticing a note on the table."President Demneri, you can't drink Coca every day, and fruit isn't a proper lunch. You still need to eat proper meals," the note said, with a smiley face drawn at the bottom.Jeannie giggled, her earlier frustration dissipating like smoke. While cursing Ricard for being a tease, she joyfully picked up her chopsticks. Without even sitting down, she grabbed a piece of rib, the tender meat falling off the bone effortlessly, filling her mouth with savory delight.Like a little girl enjoying her food, Jeannie used her hands to grab the ribs, licking her fingers clean afterward. The three dishes and a bowl of rice were finished quickly.After eating, Jeannie leaned back in her chair, contentedly patting her belly and letting out a burp.Startled, she covered her mouth like a frightened rabbit, her big eyes darting around before she laughed softly. At that moment, she was no longer the cold, stern president but just a happy, ordinary g
This was Ricard's first time at this club and attending such a gathering. Jeannie began to introduce Ricard to various rules. Lyly and Helen were both surprised that Jeannie had suddenly married and were curious about Ricard's identity.As the leading beauty in the business world and the president of Demneri Group, Jeannie never lacked suitors. However, she had never shown any interest in anyone before.Jeannie led Ricard on a tour of the lounge, then engaged in small talk with Lyly about typical women's topics.Although their voices were low, Ricard's keen hearing allowed him to catch what they were saying. What he heard left him astonished—he never expected Jeannie to have such a gossipy side.They discussed things like how husbands changed after marriage, who treated their spouses well, and whose family relationships were harmonious.Hearing these conversations almost made Ricard's jaw drop.The things Jeannie heard from Lyly included stories like one about a well-off girl who marr
Soon, word spread that Jeannie’s husband was just a live-in son-in-law, accepting Lies' challenge out of fear of losing face. Nearly everyone believed Ricard was seeking his own death.It was getting dark. A floodlight turned on, illuminating the area as if it were daylight.The vertical rock face had a few footholds chiseled out. The cliff was about two hundred meters high, and the club owner had previously organized rock climbing competitions here. Anyone who could reach the top in an hour would receive a huge reward, but very few had managed it, indicating the difficulty.Looking at the sparse footholds, the mere thought of climbing without safety ropes was terrifying. A single misstep could be fatal!Lies, dressed in protective gear and equipped with his usual climbing tools, appeared very experienced.Meanwhile, Ricard, still in his suit and dress shoes, stood in front of the cliff without any protective gear or equipment, seemingly lost in thought.The difference in their prepar
Adding these factors together, few believed Ricard had a chance.The track had a dedicated viewing room, with experts providing live commentary on each stage.During the preparation phase, Lies approached Ricard with an offer: “My friend, Leona’s car is specially modified. It accelerates to 100 km/h in less than three seconds, has a lowered frame, and is tailored for this track. Even professional racers can’t beat him without a good car. I can lend you my car.”“Thanks, but no need. I’ll drive my wife’s car,” Ricard smiled.“Drive my car?” Jeannie was stunned. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Ricard to use her car, but the Mercedes GT was far inferior to Leona’s custom GTR.A silver-white GTR roared onto the track, eliciting cheers and screams from the crowd. Leona, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked at Ricard with disdain.Ricard took Jeannie’s car keys and ran to the parking lot. Shortly after, a bright red Mercedes GT drove into the track. This car, priced at $1.97 million, feature
And for civilian cars? First, there’s a small discrepancy in specifications right from the factory. Daily use wears down the car's hardware, and the tires, affecting its performance. Yet, if someone can still master its limits, it’s extremely impressive.The middle-aged man shook his head and stepped away from the window. "No need to watch anymore. It’s decided. The GTR is sure to lose. With such cornering techniques, its tires will burst before reaching the finish line."While Jame and the middle-aged man talked, the two cars on the track had navigated the nine consecutive curves. The Mercedes GT, initially trailing fifty meters behind the GTR, was now closely following it.Ricard floored the accelerator, glancing briefly at the GTR’s tires and murmured, "The tires are severely worn, reducing the grip. It won't be able to pull away from me on the straightaways."Ricard leaned back in his seat, one hand on the window, supporting his head, and the other on the steering wheel, looking m
"It hasn’t been that bad," Ricard took a sip of water. "But Director Li seems very busy. I waited all afternoon on the first day, only to be asked to leave the proposal and leave. Yesterday, I waited again, and she told me to revise the proposal, which I left with the receptionist. Today, it seems Director Li is still busy.""Busy?" Lisbeth frowned. She had entrusted Amy with the crucial task of negotiating with Demneri Group. No matter how busy she was, nothing should be more important than this partnership.Lisbeth signaled the receptionist through the glass window.The receptionist walked in and respectfully asked, "Did you need me, Ms. Poehler?""Prepare a cup of tea for Mr. Ricard, and tell me, did he leave a proposal with the reception yesterday?"The receptionist nodded. "Yes, Ms. Poehler. I notified Director Li to pick it up.""Did she collect it?""No, she hasn’t," the receptionist shook her head."Alright, I understand. Please go make the tea," Lisbeth said, waving her away.
"Irena, you've really ruined me this time! I will make it clear to the family that if my life is ruined, you won't have it easy either!" Amy glared at Irena before standing up and walking away quickly.Irena turned pale with fear. If her cousin really took the fall because of her, her life within the family would be miserable.Lisbeth stormed out of the spa, taking a deep breath to suppress her anger. She realized she had lost her temper a bit earlier, but she just couldn't control it, not just because of Amy's issues but also because of her own feelings.Lisbeth couldn't deny that after hearing the news of Ricard's marriage, her mood had been terrible, so bad that she didn't want to care about anything, just wanted to get drunk and fall into a deep, forgetful sleep.Lisbeth was unwilling to let go. At the orphanage, Ricard's presence had already entered her heart. Although their interactions were few, everything Ricard did seemed perfectly fitting to her, giving her a sense of spirit
"Understood," President Mann nodded. As the hospital director, he immediately assigned three experienced surgeons from the conference room to assist Ricard.Three lead surgeons assisting a young man? This was unprecedented at People's Hospital No. 1. The young doctors, seeing how President Mann listened to the young man, were very curious about who Ricard was.The patient was already in the intensive care unit. Once Ricard decided to operate, the patient was immediately brought into the operating room.Ricard was well-versed in pre-surgery procedures—sterilization, wearing protective clothing. Once everything was ready, he led the three doctors into the operating room. Given the difficulty of the surgery, President Mann did not prevent others from observing and learning.As Ricard entered the operating room, he arranged the surgical tools and spoke to the patient, "Take a deep breath, try to relax as much as you can. How are you feeling now?"A pained female voice replied, "... Ricard