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Chapter 657 Visiting the Boston Consortium

Chicago mornings are a bit noisier than those in Hidden Hills.

The main problem is that this old house is located in a bustling area, so don't expect any tranquility.

If a car honks its horn on the road, you can hear it clearly in your bedroom.

After seeing Jim Terrill off, Ernst returned to the master bedroom.

The European-style wall clock had already passed the ten o'clock position. Annie was still fast asleep on the bed, her long eyelashes casting a light shadow under her eyelids, her breathing even and long.

After a long and tiring journey yesterday afternoon, Ernst didn't allow the other party to get a proper rest until 10 p.m.

He didn't know why, but he could clearly feel that the more time he spent with women lately, the better his physical strength and energy became.

My physical strength has increased normally, thanks to a lot of aerobic exercise every day.

But the increase in his energy level puzzled him.

If he couldn't fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow at night, he would have suspected he had hyperthyroidism.

He walked into the bathroom, took off his pajamas, and looked at his well-defined muscles in the mirror. Ernst even flexed his arms and looked at his biceps, saying something to himself.

"He's really strong. How come I never noticed before?"

After primping herself for a bit and washing up, Annie came out with her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes filled with the dazed look of someone who had just woken up.

Anne's gaze gradually focused only when she heard footsteps approaching. The moment she saw Ernst, her eyes lit up, and a happy smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"You're awake?" Ernst sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead, his fingertips touching her warm skin.

Annie snuggled up to him, resting her head on his lap, as gentle as a kitten.

I really don't understand what my aunts in the family are always complaining about.

Not getting enough to eat?

How could I not be full?

It must have been too greedy; it ate its fill and wouldn't let others eat, so the uncles simply stopped feeding it.

Ernst, unaware of her thoughts, gently brushed the tip of her nose with his fingertip. "Aren't you getting up? If we don't hurry and leave, we won't make it to Boston tonight."

The meeting with Jim Terrill was only a secondary objective of this trip to the East Coast.

The main reason is the project in Las Vegas on the East Coast, specifically in Everett.

Another reason was that I was invited by the Boston Foundation to visit Boston.

He actually received this invitation the last time he visited Boston.

However, at that time, Wawa was being suppressed, so it was inconvenient to meet with them immediately.

The main reason was Annie; he didn't want to see her at that time.

But this time was different. He was being invited again, and he had already taken advantage of and trained all the women the other party sent. It wouldn't be good to refuse again.

The key point is that during the shooting, the Boston Consortium played a significant role in helping him withstand considerable pressure from above.

"Huh?" Anne was clearly not fully awake yet, blinking groggily. "Weren't you supposed to see Jim Trill?"

Ernst pointed to the clock on the wall. "What time is it? We've already finished meeting everyone."

Anne finally came to her full senses, but then her cheeks flushed, and she awkwardly pulled the sheets tighter, asking softly, "Shall we...shall we go to Everett first?"

Ernst frowned slightly.

According to the itinerary, shouldn't we go to the Kennedy family first, both logically and emotionally?

"What's wrong? You can tell me directly, there's no need to hide anything."

"Well... it's nothing serious." Annie's eyes darted around, and she reached out to gently stroke her neck, her fingertips tracing her skin with a hint of unnatural hesitation.

Ernst's gaze followed her movement to her neck, and he instantly understood.

Her fair and delicate neck was covered with red marks of varying shades, like ripe strawberries, running down from the side of her neck, extending into the open neckline of her silk nightgown, and disappearing into the unfathomable valley in front of her chest.

These are all traces left by the passion of last night, or these past few days.

"This mark won't fade for several days." Ernst's voice was tinged with amusement, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks. "Do you intend for us to go straight back to Hidden Mountain City after visiting Everett City?"

"I just don't know if Adam will think I'm being too rude and refuse to marry his daughter to me."

"No way," Anne said anxiously, only to realize she'd been tricked again when she met Ernst's teasing gaze.

With a soft snort, she pouted, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom, deciding to ignore him.

Ernst watched her slightly coquettish back as she walked away, chuckled softly, and got up to go into the dressing room as well. Chicago, located in Illinois, is situated in the central United States, serving as a transportation hub connecting the East and West coasts, and is also the third largest city in the country.

Massachusetts, where the Boston Group is located, is situated in the northeastern corner of the United States.

When their plane arrived at the airport, it was already past five in the afternoon, and night had fallen.

What he didn't expect was that, in addition to Massim, the younger generation of the Adams family, including a woman, were also there to greet him at the airport.

"Winnie Adams."

No further introduction is needed from Massim; the surname Adams alone is enough to explain everything.

The history of this family is almost intertwined with the history of the United States, making them a living fossil of American politics.

Their ancestor, Séral Adams, was one of the key initiators of the American Revolution, personally organizing the Boston Tea Party and igniting the spark of the Revolutionary War.

John Adams, one of the four authors of the Declaration of Independence, was not only the first vice president in American history, but also the second president after Washington, laying a solid foundation for the American democratic system.

John Adams' son, John Quincy Adams, had an even more illustrious resume, having served as ambassador to several European countries, accumulating rich diplomatic experience, and later being elected as the sixth president of the United States.

The former capital of the United States was Philadelphia, and it was he who moved the capital to its current location, Washington, D.C.

On the surface, this relocation of the capital is interpreted as a balance of political forces between the North and the South, a compromise of national finances, and a guarantee of federal sovereignty.

But anyone who truly understands American political history knows that this reveals a deeper intention behind the Boston regime's southward expansion.

Why did they choose Washington, a city in ruins, when there were so many other places to choose from?

Only in this way can the powerful families in the Northeast better control these lands, complete the accumulation of wealth and the penetration of influence.

This not only laid the groundwork for the future rise of the Boston Consortium, but also marked the origin of the consortium's establishment.

Watching Anne and Winnie get into a car like sisters, Ernst looked at Massim with a strange expression. "What does this mean? Are you trying to use your charms on me?"

"Is your Boston consortium really that willing to invest so much now?"

First they gave Xi Shi as a gift, and now they want to give Diao Chan as a gift?

"If you can really win her over, the Adams family will definitely prepare a generous gift and be eternally grateful," Massim chuckled.

What does that mean?

I was just joking.

Are you serious?

"What's wrong with her?"

Massim didn't speak, but instead extended one finger and slowly bent it down.

Ernst's eyes widened. "Then isn't the Adams family going to follow in the footsteps of the Washington, Franklin, and Jefferson families?"

The other three founders of the United States who co-authored the Declaration of Independence with the Adams family did not have any male legal heirs.

This is why the Adams family is jokingly referred to as royalty.

If the Adams family were to die out, the four founding families of America would be extinct.

Of course, this only refers to the legitimate heirs who have inherited the legacy.

Those collateral branches, with all sorts of illegitimate children, are countless.

"That's why I'm saying, if you can really get her, the Adams family will be grateful to you." Massim's tone was somewhat meaningful. "If you can get her to give birth to a son who takes her surname, he will be the direct heir of the Adams family, and the entire family will regard you as a benefactor."

Ernst's eyes widened again.

What is this?

A legitimate and legal takeover of the Adams family.

"She must have no shortage of suitors, right?"

"We don't lack it," Massim nodded. "But what use is it?"