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Chapter 673 The Delightful Prey

Besides Bryce, the other two people around Madoff were more of an interest to Ernst.

It can't be said to be two people; it should be said to be one of the women.

A silver-gray one-shoulder tulle dress with a fitted waist. The dress is of moderate length, revealing half of her thigh, making her long legs stand out.

The upper body, especially the bust area, is incredibly eye-catching, with its round and full shape.

It's not that she has a particularly good figure or is particularly eye-catching.

For Ernst, finding any type of woman he wanted was not difficult.

But there is still a difference between a woman and a goddess.

He remembered the saying, "Behind every goddess, there is a man who has slept with her to the point of nausea," and then he understood the definition of a goddess.

And isn't this the goddess that many people dreamed of in their past lives, yet one of them has lost interest in her?

Before Madoff could even introduce them, the man next to him nudged the woman and said familiarly, "Ernst, you young people should get to know each other better. Maybe we can dance together later?"

Okay, Mr. Unreliable. He's not the future stock market guru yet.

Faced with Ernst, this young tycoon, he had no choice but to fawn over him.

Even if Ernst were to sit in that house, he could guarantee that Ernst would be someone Ernst wouldn't dare to mess with.

"Is it appropriate?" Ernst asked with a smile.

"What's inappropriate about it?" The man laughed heartily, his tone laced with flattery. "Dancing and exchanging ideas is just the simplest form of socializing."

is it?

Ernst really wanted to ask him a question.

Everyone knows he's a playboy.

Everyone knows about his marriage alliance with the Boston consortium.

How could it be as simple as just socializing when you let your daughter interact with him?

If one is not careful, Ernst will definitely take advantage of you completely.

"Alright." Ernst, understanding the situation perfectly, was happy to go along with it and extended his right hand in a gentlemanly manner, inviting her sincerely and politely, "Beautiful Miss Ivan, would you be willing to be my dance partner tonight?" Faced with Ernst's sudden invitation, Ivan was somewhat taken aback.

She is a very shrewd woman, which is related to her father's upbringing.

She knew perfectly well what it meant to be Ernst's dance partner.

At this party that brings together New York's top celebrities, she will instantly become the focus of everyone's attention, with all the lights and eyes converging on her. That dazzling radiance is the glory that every woman longs for.

However, the consequences were also obvious: once she accepted the invitation, she would be labeled as Ernst's woman, and all sorts of rumors would inevitably circulate.

Without any reason, the other party let me enjoy their dazzling glory; no one would believe it if I told them.

As for the reason, between men and women, it's simply that feelings develop over time.

Even if this hadn't happened between the two of them, everyone would have thought the same thing.

Even if the other person has a fiancée, so what?

This is the free United States, where the term "green hat" is a false concept in this capitalist country.

In capitalist society, profit is paramount. This isn't about having distorted values, but rather a money-centric mentality, which is the most correct set of values ​​in America.

As the saying goes, money is almost omnipotent; when it's not, it just means you don't have enough money. Getting entangled with Ernst might not bring you direct financial gain, but the immense fame is itself a form of wealth.

Just as he hesitated, unsure of how to answer, a large hand pushed her from behind.

That hearty laughter rang out again: "Kid, have fun."

Ernst took the other man's hand and looked at the three men's smiling faces. He remembered a rumor.

In Epstein's emails, there is a conversation between him and his brother Mark.

After those emails were published, the good news for the unreliable guy was that although he went to the island, there was no evidence that he did anything unusual.

The bad news is that he went to the island, but didn't do anything special.

"What are you laughing at?" Big Ivan, who was being led away, looked rather unpleasant, even a little angry.

With such a beautiful woman standing next to you, this guy was just deep in thought, clearly thinking about something else, or even another woman.

Before she could even frown, the other person suddenly burst into laughter, like a lunatic.

"It's nothing." Ernst looked at Big Ivan and gave him a smug smile. "I was thinking that if I could invite the most elegant, cultured, beautiful, and perfectly proportioned lady in the room to be my date, I would definitely be the center of attention tonight and make all the other men insanely jealous."

I wonder if you've inherited your father's musical talents? Listening to Ernst's incredibly fast pace and praise, even though he wanted to remain calm, Ivan's lips unconsciously curled up, and he felt a sense of satisfaction.

This is something a woman can't resist, especially when it comes from a man she likes and who is charming.

In an instant, her chin lifted slightly, making her body appear even more curvaceous, which greatly aroused Ernst.

Just as he was about to take the next step and ask the other person to take a look at Christy's cat that could do backflips, a child's voice interrupted his plan.

"It's you, you big liar."

Ernst heard the big liar shout and originally wanted to watch the show.

Madoff.

Big liar.

A natural connection.

But when he turned around, he realized that he had been the one being gossiped about.

"Is it you?"

Ernst remembered the little boy, Adolf Hearst, the one who called himself the Breeding King. "You big liar, James is dead. The doctor said he died of exhaustion," the brat glared at him.

Ernst was somewhat surprised. Could the other party really have found a bunch of dogs to mate with James?

Ernst, seeing his sullen expression, couldn't help but find it amusing and teasingly said, "Are you sure James died from exhaustion? Did he tell you that himself?"

"Willy told me!" Adolf Hearst immediately straightened his small frame and said with certainty, then added, "Willy is the best veterinarian in town!"

"No, no, no." Ernst gently shook his finger, a sly smile on his face, his tone persuasive. "If Willie really is the best veterinarian, then why didn't he get your James pregnant?"

Seeing the little boy frown and fall into deep thought, clearly stumped by the question, Ernst pressed on, continuing to guide him, "Is it possible that my method was actually correct, but Willie was worried that if my method allowed James to successfully conceive, his position as the best veterinarian would be threatened, so he deliberately killed James and then pinned everything on me?"

"Hey! He's just a child!" Just then, a clear but angry voice rang out.

"Sister!" Adolf Hearst saw the person who came and immediately felt as if he had found his pillar of support. He called out aggrievedly and quickly ran to the other person's side.

She was about the same age as Jessica, wearing a light blue dress, and her appearance was somewhat similar to Adolf's. She had a gentle yet capable demeanor.

It was the same woman who interrupted their conversation last time, but she had become even more beautiful and mature since they last met over a year ago.

She just didn't know who was older between her and the two famous Hearst sisters. Her gaze unconsciously shifted downwards a short distance; at least in this respect, she should be older.

Unaware of Ernst's gaze, the other man strode forward, shielding Adolf tightly behind him. His eyes were filled with anger and accusation. "Mr. Garfield, he's just a child who doesn't understand anything. How could you say such things to him? Have you considered the impact your words will have on him?"

Influence?

Ernst sneered inwardly.

He looked at the righteous and stern eldest daughter of the Hearst family before him and said matter-of-factly, "But his surname is Hearst, isn't it?"

As a giant in the American media industry, it wields significant influence in both political and business circles.

From birth, members of this family are destined to be embroiled in various conflicts of interest and social games; their so-called innocence and naivety are merely fleeting luxuries.

"You may resent me for this, but from the Hearst family's perspective, I think you should be more grateful to me."

The young lady of the Hearst family was clearly taken aback by Ernst's cold words. Her face showed a mixture of surprise and confusion. Just as she was about to retort, a deep and powerful male voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Well said."

George Randolph Hearst is the current head of the Hearst family and a core director of the Hearst Corporation, holding actual control of the family business.

He walked straight up to Ernst, a hint of admiration on his face, and handed him an exquisitely crafted business card. "Mr. Garfield, I've heard so much about you. This is my business card. You're welcome to visit the Hearst family sometime."

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Hearst. I will certainly pay you a visit when I have time," Ernst replied politely, accepting the business card. "Well then, I'll have to trouble Mr. Garfield," he said with a smile, glancing at Big Ivan beside him. "I still have to go back and give the younger generation in my family a talking-to."

Ernst shrugged as he watched Ernst turn away.

Is he blaming himself for meddling in other people's business?