American Gossip King

Chapter 91 Buying a House

Beverly Hills.

After passing through the green hills and clear waters, with red tiles and white walls, the car drove into a lush green belt, and a bright and open view suddenly appeared before us.

More than a dozen large houses, lush and green, are arranged in an interlaced manner in front of you, each occupying more than a thousand square meters.

The car pulled up near a mansion, and Ian got out, accompanied by a blonde woman with long, wavy hair.

Dressed in business attire and carrying a folder, she said to Ian, "Please come with me, Mr. Carl."

As we walked, the guide explained, "Goldwin Manor covers an area of ​​1200 square meters and has three floors. The rooftop is a helipad where helicopters can hover. The first floor has a living room, dining room, and kitchen. The second and third floors are bedrooms and a study. There are two basement levels, which are recreational areas, including a games room, a mahjong room, a billiards room, a private karaoke room, and a home theater, among other things. The actual living area is around 1800 square meters."

Pushing open the glass door, you'll see a swimming pool, a garden in the distance, and artificial hills and streams.

The beautiful woman led Ian all the way to the third-floor rooftop, where they looked down from a great height.

This location offers panoramic views and is one of the most scenic and expensive mansions in Beverly Hills.

With distant green mountains and flowing water at your feet, it is indeed a beautiful and prosperous place.

Living in a place like this requires a whole team just to clean the house. Even if you gave the house to someone, most people couldn't afford it.

"This place is nice," Ian exclaimed.

The tall, beautiful woman standing beside me had bright red lips, blonde hair styled in an updo, and a low-cut dress that revealed her beautiful cleavage.

Her name was Clara Stone, and she smiled at Ian, saying, "I'm glad you like it. I've met a lot of people who wanted to buy this house recently, and most of them would find fault with it. You're the first one to admit that it's nice."

Ian casually remarked, "Because they need to find excuses not to buy, but I'm different. I really want this house, even though it's quite expensive."

Clara immediately said, "If you're willing to sign the contract today, I can ask our chairman; perhaps he can give you an even better price."

Ian smiled upon hearing this.

He turned and leaned against the railing. "No rush. I'm just a little curious. Why is your chairman suddenly selling this house? Is the company experiencing cash flow problems?"

Clara raised an eyebrow slightly: "If a company is short of funds, it usually goes directly to the bank for a loan or seeks financing from shareholders. The chairman isn't a sole proprietor, so there's no need for him to sell his house to raise money. Besides, with a business as large as Minova Group, if there really were a problem, it wouldn't be a matter of thirty million US dollars."

Ian said, "But I've heard that Minova Group is indeed facing some difficulties lately. Your stock price is falling; is your chairman perhaps raising funds to buy back shares and stabilize the stock price?"

Minova is a Los Angeles-based conglomerate with a diverse range of businesses.

They do everything from media, transportation, beverages, food, and jewelry, but because of this, they don't have their own core products and rely entirely on combinations to make a living, which gradually became unsustainable.

Two years ago, Minova had a valuation of 8 billion, but this year it has dropped to more than 4 billion, suffering continuous losses and burdened with debt.

Of course, Clara wouldn't admit it.

Clara laughed and said, "Mr. Carl, this doesn't sound like you're here to buy a house; it sounds more like you're here to pry into business secrets."

Ian shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, I really do want this house, but perhaps what I want is more than just your chairman's house. I mean, if your chairman needs money, have you considered selling some shares?"

Clara was taken aback: "You want shares in Minova?"

"No, but I heard that your chairman owns shares in Xinghuo TV?"

Clara opened her mouth, then laughed after a moment, "This is your real purpose? Then you didn't need to go through all that trouble."

"I want the house, I want the shares, and even..." Ian glanced at Clara, then suddenly changed his mind: "Would you like to have dinner together?"

It's morning, lunch hasn't even started yet, and you're already making dinner plans?

Clara understood what he meant by the unspoken second half of his sentence.

With a charming flick of her long hair, she smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Carl, I'm not a professional real estate agent. Even if this house is sold, I won't get a commission."

That means, don't try to blackmail me with this.

Ian looked at him with surprise: "Are you that insecure?"

What?

Clara was slightly taken aback.

Ian pointed at her: "You're a beauty, Miss Stone, and the chairman's assistant. You're a top woman with looks, money, and talent. Trying to throw money at you? That would be underestimating you."

He shrugged: "Either you look down on my intelligence, or you look down on your own character. Who do you think is so stupid as to think money can buy you a comfortable life?"

Clara covered her mouth and laughed: "Sounds like it's still my fault?"

Ian leaned closer and whispered, "I'm planning a deep collaboration with your company, and you'd be the best person to contact me. It's an honor to meet someone as talented as you."

His voice was soft, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

Many people prioritize pickup lines, but neglect the fact that these lines must be combined with acting skills!

How can you improve the effectiveness of your communication skills if you don't have the right emotions?

Clara is a corporate executive. She's not some innocent woman, but she's definitely not someone who can be easily won over with money... unless you add more money.

A woman like her has her own needs.

There are career needs, and there are also physiological needs!

The side effects of hypnosis themselves indicate the other person's psychological needs and are a positive feedback!

It doesn't hurt!

It doesn't hurt at all!

The next moment, Ian's hand was already around Clara's waist.

Clara shrank back slightly, but not too much.

She looked at the handsome young man in front of her.

Handsome, refined, and charming.

Wealthy, sunny, domineering and confident.

Clara felt she would be willing to pay extra to sleep with a boy like that.

She grabbed Ian's tie and whispered, "Tell me the truth, do you want the house, the shares, or him?"

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"I have a great appetite, I want it all!" Ian took a deep breath of Clara's chest, savoring the scent: "Issa fragrance, timeless and elegant, with a long finish, complementing this soft and delicate skin...so moisturizing!"

His hand was already on the woman's buttocks.

Clara chuckled, puffing out her chest. "You seem to know a lot about life? You really are someone who lives a life surrounded by cosmetics."

"More experience leads to better skills," Ian said, gently kissing her earlobe.

This statement would be condemned in China, but here it is taken for granted.

Clara closed her eyes, savoring the delicate and silky foreplay.

The technique is indeed quite good.

Ian said, "I want to try out the bed in the third-floor bedroom to see how soft it is."

Clara murmured, "Why don't we start outdoors?"

Then she tackled Ian to the ground.

………………

On the rooftop, in the bedroom, on the sofa.

Traces of their joy were visible throughout the mansion.

After rounds of artillery fire subsided, Clara lay limply in Ian's arms, her eyes filled with contentment.

She nestled against Ian, a tender smile on her face, her eyes gentle and soft: "You're the best guy I've ever met, but it's time for lunch now."

"Still not enough to eat?" Ian asked, stroking her smooth back.

Clara hummed softly, "If you still have any..."

She lifted Ian's chin: "Although I'm not a house seller, I still hope you can help me close this deal."

"Of course, that includes Spark TV," Ian replied.

He kissed Clara lightly: "Do me a favor, I want to know your chairman's bottom line... I won't haggle over the house price, after all, it's your chairman's own money, but the TV station has to give me a good price!"

Clara bit her lower lip. "I knew it, Ian Carl, you wanted to use me. You tried to seduce me?"

"Do you like it?" Ian asked with a smile.

She chuckled: "You'll have to give me something in return."

"How much?"

"It's free!" She looked at Ian with a grin, her eyes full of desire.

She grabbed Ian, her soft, alluring body snuggling closer: "Feed me, Ian Karl!"

Ian chuckled. "That's not easy... I'll try my best."

Another fierce battle ensued.

(End of this chapter)