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Chapter 672 Vampires

Inside a bathroom at Madoff Estate, a true work of art.

Ernst sat lazily on the edge of the bathtub, completely naked, his gaze looking down at the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.

At this moment, Christy was wearing a simple white silk see-through dress, her whole body was wet with water, which outlined her exquisite figure.

She knelt on both knees, her posture as devout as if she were performing a sacred ritual, only lacking arrogance and possessing more obsequiousness.

It can only be said that a woman's perseverance has no limits.

Because it's a tiled floor and a bathroom, it has been specially treated with anti-slip material.

Let alone kneeling on it, even stepping on it with both feet felt uncomfortable to him.

But the woman in front of him had been in pain for almost twenty minutes, completely absorbed in savoring the delicious food in her mouth.

"It's your birthday today. It wouldn't be right to leave all those guests outside."

Ernst's voice carried a hint of teasing and mockery. He leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers gently caressing the full contours of Clementine's chest, the fingertips feeling a delicate and smooth touch.

Christy raised her head, her large, watery eyes filled with alluring desire. She gently slapped away his mischievous hand with her slender fingers, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "Am I not serving my most important guest right now?" After saying that, she lowered her eyes slightly, her tongue nimbly curling twice to thoroughly clean up the last traces.

She then slowly stood up and gracefully pressed the exquisite gold-plated switch, instantly cascading down a stream of warm water that formed a fine curtain of water.

She turned around, like a medieval maidservant, "Master, let me help you wash up."

Ernst got up following her rhythm, feeling the water wash over his skin and feel completely refreshed.

Christy stood behind Ernst, her slender fingers holding a soft bath sponge, gently rubbing his back.

Finally, he even leaned his whole body against her. "How can you be so charming? Every time I see you, I feel like I'm under a spell, completely captivated."

Ernst closed his eyes, enjoying the comfortable service, a faint sneer playing on his lips.

"What makes you unable to extricate yourself is not me, but the wealth in my hands."

Women are indeed an elusive creature.

The worse the man's conditions are, the more demands they will have.

The better the man's conditions, the less demanding they become; instead, they will choose to give him money without any limits.

This phenomenon is particularly evident in the world of fame and fortune, almost becoming an innate social norm. With Google's impending IPO, despite the media's deliberate omission of coverage of Ernst, he inevitably became a topic of discussion in high society.

According to data disclosed by Google, Ernst personally owns 11.7% of Google's shares, the employee stock pool was diluted by 15%, and there were also 300 million shares raised through financing.

He currently holds approximately 7.6% of the shares.

According to predictions from major Wall Street institutions regarding Google's post-IPO share price, Ernst's stock holdings are worth at least $350 billion.

Last year, according to Forbes, he surpassed the Saudi King to become the fifth richest person in the world and the fourth richest in North America with a net worth of $258 billion.

In that list, Forbes valued Google at only $1200 billion, and the value of his shares was only $140 billion.

But a year later, that equity stake will increase by at least $200 billion. In addition, his other businesses are also developing rapidly. Many companies will choose to go public this year. At that time, it will no longer be a matter of whether he can surpass Bill Gates to become the world's richest man.

Instead, the first billionaire in human history to reach the level of hundreds of billions of dollars may be born.

The allure of money is so strong that just thinking about it can give a woman an orgasm.

Just like now, after arriving at Madoff's estate, he didn't even have time to greet the owner before being pulled into Clementine's boudoir.

The two dawdled and finished their baths. When he reappeared, the garden was already full of guests, and the night had completely fallen.

His appearance caused a huge uproar, with almost everyone focusing their attention on him, the man considered the future world's richest man. "The butler just reported that you've arrived. I thought he was mistaken," a gentle and magnetic voice sounded from behind.

Ernst slowly turned around and saw Bernard Madoff walking towards him with a smile.

The tall, well-built Jewish businessman, dressed in a smart black tailcoat with his hair neatly combed, wore a perfectly appropriate expression of apology. "I apologize for not being there to greet you immediately. Please don't take offense."

He secretly curled his lip, thinking that the other person was really hypocritical.

How could you not know when you arrived, where you went, and what you did?

It's been over an hour, and Christy, the star of today's banquet, hasn't shown up, nor have you sent anyone to look for her. Doesn't that say something?

It has to be said that Jews are truly gifted when it comes to putting on an act.

However, since the other party was being evasive, Ernst became even more shameless.

Ernst smiled and said calmly, "I had to take a call because of something urgent. I didn't expect we'd end up talking for so long."

He was basically telling the other person, "I'm just taking advantage of your daughter for free, but don't even think about getting anything in return."

Guilt?

That doesn't exist in his world. Sure enough, Madoff frowned slightly upon hearing his words, but quickly recovered.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Bryce. I think you should know him."

know.

In American high society, there is no one who doesn't know this vampire.

But there's nothing he can do; what can he do when he has such a good son?

That's the guy named Bill who's sitting in the white house right now.

However, what impressed Ernst most about him was not his good son, but the complicated and chaotic emotional relationships in his family.

He had a wife named Virginia, and Virginia had a sister named Minnie, who was Bryce's second wife after his divorce.

You think he's attracted to both women?

No.

While he was getting along famously with the two sisters, he already had a wife, Vanetta.

When he married Vanetta, he already had a wife, Cassidy. Cassidy discovered Bryce's philandering, so in addition to Bryce, she also found another husband, Dorje, then a third husband, Dwyer, and finally a fourth husband, Richard.

And Cassidy's son is the one sitting in the white house.

No one dared to say whose child he was, but for the sake of political correctness, he had to be Bryce's son.

However, judging from that guy's womanizing ways, he must be Bryce's child.

"Bryce, the amorous businessman, I've heard so much about you," Ernst greeted him warmly.

This isn't just outsiders mocking his chaotic family relationships; it's a title he bestowed upon himself, even comparing it to that of 18th-century French nobles, which he was quite proud of.

"I've always wanted to connect with the younger generation of leaders in America, and today I've finally found the opportunity." Bryce pulled out a business card, handed it to Ernst, and said with a smile, "If you have any government relations questions, feel free to contact me anytime. I guarantee it's good value for money."

He was right about that statement; thanks to the person in the White House, his company was Walton's fastest-growing lobbying firm.

Not only is the service excellent, but the prices are also below the industry average.

However, no American businessman is willing to do business with him, because once you get to know him, it means your wallet is slowly being emptied.

Those minor lawsuits, which shouldn't have happened, appeared because of him.

He used these lawsuits as a pretext to accept money and solve problems for people. If they didn't pay, he'd fight to the bitter end?

Also.

But you'll find that winning the case will definitely cost much more than hiring Bryce's PR firm.

Whether it's the principle of maximizing profits or the desire to avoid disaster by spending money, everyone has no choice but to obediently hand over their money.

So everyone calls him a vampire, yet they have no choice but to keep him.