I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Every investment involving value is a commitment to and a bet on the future.

Even so, she would still raise her hand to works that were not favored by the mainstream public.

Whether it's meaningless geometric light and shadow or a deconstructive expression true to oneself... time quickly revealed the answer, with a reward far exceeding expectations.

When doubts turned into convictions, more and more people flocked to her, drawn by her choices.

At this point, the art was complete.

The essence of a businessman is to pursue profit; he always seeks to maximize his profits.

Giacomo saw the appeal of Coleta at this concert, and also saw the huge potential profits hidden within it.

"So, he wants to deepen his cooperation with you?" Duanmu Yan revealed the truth in one sentence.

"You're quite clever. It seems you'd be suited to be a businessman."

Koleta's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint, elusive smile appeared on her lips.

Duanmu Yan merely chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying: "But, Miss Koleta, aren't you afraid that he might suspect your motives since you agreed to the appointment so readily?"

“Of course I have some concerns about this,” Koleta said, extending her slender hand in front of him. “That’s why I brought you along.”

"There's a saying that goes, 'Love makes people blind.' I need you to cooperate with me and make the other person think that I'm deeply in love, so that they'll lower their guard against me."

"You don't want to refuse, right?"

Duanmu Yan looked at the girl's outstretched hand, hesitated briefly, then smiled knowingly and gently grasped the girl's fingertips.

This is a condition that cannot be refused.

"Well... Miss Koleta, nice to meet you."

Volume One: Chapter Eighteen, "Two People in the Desire of Love"

how to say?

Duanmu Yan was a little nervous.

It's not that it's for the mission ahead.

Rather, it's the identity he currently plays—Coletta's boyfriend.

Duanmu Yan has lived two lives and has a wealth of experience, but his romantic experience is almost nonexistent, practically zero.

Now, suddenly having to take on such a role, he is indeed feeling a lot of pressure.

He held the girl's hand casually, trying his best to appear calm and composed.

Occasionally, his gaze would fall on the girl beside him.

Koleta maintained her elegance as always, her demeanor as dignified and proper as ever.

Even so, that fleeting blush did not escape Duanmu Yan's keen eyes.

It seems that even though she is the eldest daughter of the Motari family, she is not much different from other girls when faced with such matters, and she also has that shyness and reserve hidden in her heart.

Duanmu Yan straightened up slightly and said to the guard in a slow and unhurried manner, "Please inform Mr. Giacomo that Miss Coleta Motari is considering the cooperation request he made yesterday."

The guards, who had been diligently performing their duties, changed their expressions instantly upon hearing the surname "Motali." They quickly nodded respectfully and then hurriedly ran into the theater.

A short while later, Duanmu Yan saw a middle-aged man rushing to the theater entrance with a hurried expression.

The moment he saw Koleta, his face instantly filled with submissiveness and humility. His eyes, which might have originally held a hint of authority, now softened and became obsequious.

He jogged up to us, slightly bowing, his face beaming with a warm and slightly ingratiating smile, his voice full of eagerness.

"Oh my, Miss Koleta's presence is a great honor to this theater!"

Why didn't you have someone inform me beforehand?

“Because it all just popped up suddenly.” Koleta looked at Duanmu Yan beside her, speaking in a relaxed and casual tone as if she were describing a trivial and simple task. “He and I… well, we’re on a date. When we were passing through this area, we remembered Mr. Giacomo’s invitation.”

Dating?

Upon hearing this word, Giacomo's eyes widened in disbelief—the high-and-mighty, always reserved and noble young lady of the Motari family was actually immersed in a passionate love affair.

In that instant, a multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind. No wonder…

No wonder she's not upset about what's been happening in her family lately; she's in love.

"Really?" Giacomo quickly snapped out of his daze, his face immediately plastered with an enthusiastic and exaggerated smile, his gaze sweeping over Duanmu Yan with nothing but flattery.

"This young man is truly elegant and handsome. His demeanor and appearance clearly indicate that he is no ordinary person. No wonder he is Miss Koleta's chosen other half. He must be an outstanding individual with extraordinary abilities and remarkable qualities, right?"

As he spoke, Jia Kemojiu ordered Lu Siliuqiba* to hurriedly extend his hand to Duanmu Yan.

"You flatter me." Duanmu Yan shook his hand with neither arrogance nor servility, a friendly and humble smile on his face. "It just so happens that I have a reasonably good-looking appearance, which has fortunately caught Miss Koleta's eye. It is my greatest honor to have gained Miss Koleta's favor."

“I’m attracted to more than just your face,” Coleta said meaningfully. As she spoke, she tiptoed slightly, a hint of shyness mixed with certainty in her voice, and whispered in his ear, “There are other, more important things.”

This scene of couples showing affection without regard for others left Giacomo dumbfounded. He stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. He even wondered to himself: Am I still dreaming?

As a key figure in the Fácsbinner family, Giacomo had dealt with Coleta quite a few times.

In his memory, the eldest daughter of the Motari family was always elegant, poised, and composed, exuding a cold and aloof aura that kept people at a distance.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone act so boldly and intimately with another person in front of strangers.

That's not bad.

Immersed in love, the girl's mind is mostly on her lover, so she probably has no time to investigate that matter.

"It seems the two of you have a really good relationship, which reminds me of myself when I was young," Giacomo said with a smile, a hint of reminiscence and envy in his eyes.

He quickly changed the subject, his gaze turning eagerly to Koleta: "So, Miss Koleta, regarding our cooperation..."

Koleta tilted her head slightly, her clear, bright eyes meeting Giacomo's. "Oh, a collaboration? That's certainly no problem, but well, that depends on the sincerity you, Mr. Giacomo, can offer. As for my capabilities..."

At this point, the girl's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident and charming smile.

"Mr. Giacomo, I'm sure you already knew what was going on, didn't you?"

“Of course,” Giacomo said. “Shall we go upstairs and talk?”

Koleta gracefully crossed her arms and nodded slightly.

Having said that, Koleta gracefully lifted her foot, ready to move forward, but then suddenly, as if a flash of inspiration had struck her, she remembered something important and paused slightly.

"By the way, Mr. Giacomo."

"As for my boyfriend, he has always had a strong interest in art. I've heard that Mr. Giacomo's theater has a collection of many priceless treasures."

"If it's convenient, would you mind taking him to broaden his horizons?"

Upon hearing this, Giacomo was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his hearty and generous demeanor, laughing heartily and patting his chest vigorously, confidently declaring.

"No problem, I've got it covered. However, the collection in my theater is just some insignificant little things. Compared to the Motari family's treasury, it's nothing. I hope this young man won't laugh at me."

“How could that be?” Duanmu Yan said. “For a true collector, the value of art cannot be measured by money.”

“As expected of someone Miss Coleta has taken a liking to, he certainly has his own insights into art. In that case…” Giacomo’s eyes were full of admiration as he spoke, clapping his hands lightly. Immediately, a butler came to them. “Did you hear that? Show our distinguished guests around. Remember, don’t neglect them!”

The butler nodded hurriedly, a perfectly humble smile on his face. He then turned to the side, looked respectfully at Duanmu Yan, and raised his hand slightly to indicate, "Sir, please follow me."

Volume One: Chapter Nineteen: Investigation

Due to work reasons, Duanmu Yan had visited the underground vault of Everard Bank several times.

Security there is extremely tight.

Each area has strict access control.

Employees at different levels are not allowed to enter the vault area of ​​other levels without permission from their superiors.

If discovered, the employee will face accountability and even hefty penalties for breach of contract.

Although Giacomo's theaters also have extremely strict security measures, they are still slightly inferior to Everard Bank's underground vault, and seem somewhat lacking.

Duanmu Yan followed the butler into the elevator.

The housekeeper took out the access card, activated the elevator, and entered the floor number before the elevator slowly rose.

"Speaking of which, how many floors are there in total?"

Duanmu Yan tilted his head slightly, pretending to be absent-minded, but his gaze inadvertently took in the furnishings and surrounding environment of the elevator.

The butler bowed slightly, his posture respectful, and his voice was steady and clear: "The theater has eight floors. The bottom three floors are open to the public during performances. The floors above the third floor are the private area of ​​the Fachipina family."

"Oh, I see." Duanmu Yan said thoughtfully. "Then which floor should we go to?"

"The seventh floor. That's where Mr. Giacomo's private collection is kept."

"Where are Miss Nakletta and Mr. Giacomo? Where are they?"

"In the reception room on the sixth floor. That's where Mr. Giacomo usually receives guests."

"I see. So the eighth floor is where Mr. Giacomo lives?"

"Yes, sir. That's his office and living area. No one except his confidants can enter."

The elevator door opens.

Duanmu Yan followed behind the butler, passing through three strict security gates, and finally arrived at Giacomo's private collection exhibition room.

The view suddenly opened up, revealing a collection of artifacts in various styles, a dazzling array.

Not only are there local art masterpieces from Lina Xita, but also several precious feng shui paintings from Huanglong, blending East and West, revealing an indescribable tension in silence.

Despite having a mission to complete, Duanmu Yan couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart when he actually stood before these collections.

"Would you like me to introduce you?" the butler asked respectfully.

Duanmu Yan hesitated for a moment, then politely shook his head: "No need, I prefer to appreciate art alone."

The butler bowed slightly upon hearing this and said nothing more.

Mr. Giacomo personally instructed that this guest be treated with the highest honors—moreover, he was the boyfriend of the eldest daughter of the Motari family, a man of extraordinary status, and naturally could not be neglected.

"By the way, I am a guest after all. I am not familiar with the surroundings, so please let me know which places I should not go. If I accidentally wander into a place I shouldn't go, it will inevitably cause trouble for Mr. Giacomo."

"Please rest assured, distinguished guest," the butler replied calmly with a slight bow. "You are currently free to view the exhibits in this hall. As you can see, access to the collection exhibition rooms requires passing through access control, but there are no so-called restricted areas here."

He paused briefly, then considerately added, "Also, if you feel tired later, you can go to the lounge at the front. I will prepare tea and drinks for you to rest and enjoy."

Duanmu Yan looked slightly surprised: "Really? I was worried that I might accidentally wander into Mr. Giacomo's private area."

"Don't worry, sir. The only way to get to the eighth floor is by elevator; there is no other way."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Duanmu Yan suddenly realized what was going on, then turned around and began to admire the artwork in front of him.

—This is merely a disguise, to avoid arousing suspicion.

The intelligence gathering stopped there again.

Unexpectedly, Giacomo was so cautious that even his painstakingly collected artworks did not receive such high-level treatment.

In that case, we'll have to rely on Koleta.

Hopefully, the equipment from the new federation will be of some use.

……

……

Two hours later.

Duanmu Yan, who was in the lounge, received a message from Koleta.

An agreement has been reached with Giacomo.

I'll be waiting for you downstairs.

So he got up and left.

Downstairs, they saw Coleta still talking to Giacomo. The latter's smile grew wider, almost fawning.

Upon seeing Duanmu Yan appear, Coleta smiled slightly and turned to Giacomo.

"Then it's settled. I'll send someone to formally sign the contract in two days."

She spoke calmly and confidently, and nodded slightly to the other person.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Giacomo."