The Duke's little ancestor slipped away again

"This is your performance last year? I gave you so many resources and policies, and you gave me this result? Look at your sister, a girl can run around for the company and build relationships. Find clients, look at you...!"

slap~

In the study of Mueller's house, the contemporary powerful man, Essi Mueller, angrily threw a document on the table.

"Father, you have taught me since I was a child to learn how to recognize people and make good use of them. Since my sister likes her, then I can also enjoy my leisure time, right? Anyway, I am the only son in our family, and I will inherit the company and the family in the end. If I do everything myself, even if I don’t sleep for 24 hours, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything else.”

Hadoli Müller lay lazily on the chair with his legs crossed, looking through his phone leisurely.

"Father, my brother is the one in charge. Naturally, you don't have to personally deal with these small matters."

Havila laughed at himself.

"Havila, I have worked hard for you these past few years. Don't worry, your fathers all see this and they will not treat you badly."

"I just do what I can. After all, I am a girl. My father raised me with care, but that's probably all I can do to help the family."

"Silly boy, my father has never favored boys over girls. You and your brother are both my children. As the saying goes, the palms and backs of your hands are all flesh. How can your father favor one over another?"

Exi nodded happily to Hawila, with a hint of fatherly care in his eyes.

It's just that Hawila knows that this little bit of love from his father is only because he still has value for it. Once he gets married, even this little bit of love will be gone.

"Father, I have to go to the Quality Supervision Bureau tomorrow morning..."

"Okay, then you go back and rest first. Don't do everything by yourself. Sometimes it's appropriate to let go."

"Yes."

After Hawila left, the study was quiet for a long time. Hadoli frowned at the latest news from his subordinates, and finally couldn't help but start to doubt.

"what happened?"

"Father, you know the news about Duke Vaughn's engagement."

"Nonsense, how could you not know about such a big thing? Although I didn't go to the scene in person, it is said that the royal family and upper-class nobles of Country F sent important people from the family to the scene."

Although Exi is the leader of the Muller family, and the Muller family is indeed a leading company in the field of medical devices, it is still an upstart. Compared with the aristocratic family inherited by the family, it is not a little bit worse, and the circle is a circle, which is not to say You can enter as long as you have money.

"The news is that Duke Vaughn's fiancée, Mu Mu, is an alumnus of Hawila, and they have a very good relationship."

A half-baked plan flashed through Hadoli's mind.

"...If the news is accurate, this may be an entry point. We can contact Duke Vaughn through the relationship between your sister and Miss Mu. If we are lucky, we may be able to board this big ship of the Art Empire. Unknown.”

Exi's idea coincides with Hadoli's.

……

We all had a naive and sad face once

Holding the sun in our hands, we look into the distance

Young day by day, year by year

Will we sing our wishes again when we grow up?

Young day by day, year by year

Will we sing our wishes again when we grow up...

The phone rang, and Hawila hung up without even looking at it.

On the other side, looking at the hung up call, Ryan turned over his phone worriedly.

After his persistent relationship with him, Ryan had almost figured out Hawila's living habits and work style, such as making phone calls. When she is in a good mood, no matter what time it is or what she is doing, as long as you call her, she will answer the call immediately. If she is in a bad mood, she will hang up directly, no matter who you are.

"Want to come out for a drink?"

Ryan thought for a while and finally sent a message out of habit.

Tick~

The message sounded, and Hawila knew who it was without looking, because he was the only one who would send messages to himself after the phone was hung up. Sometimes it was a greeting, sometimes it was a joke.

"address."

Havila threw away two words. At this time, she really needed an outlet.

"I'll wait for you at the door of the banquet."

Ryan directly gave an address. The banquet was their own territory. It had good security and privacy. It was a very suitable place.

Hawila did not reply to the message, but Ryan knew that she had received it and that she would definitely go. Perhaps this was the tacit understanding between the two of them.

At the entrance of the banquet, when Havila got off the taxi, Ryan, dressed in casual clothes, was waiting at the door looking around. When he saw himself getting off the taxi, he hurriedly walked over.

"Why didn't you drive?"

"Drunk driving is illegal, don't you know?"

Javila rolled her eyes at him like an idiot.

"Well, I have a clear head. It seems that I have been worrying too much. Let's go, please try the latest cocktail for the banquet."

Ryan smiled. It was rare to see a girl with such a strong heart. The last one was the little ancestor of the Vaughn family.

"Do you think I'm a little girl who doesn't understand the world? Are you trying to fool me with a cocktail? When did Dr. Ryan's style become so low?"

Although she knew that he was not such a person, Havila just wanted to choke him for some reason.

"It doesn't matter if my style is low, as long as you are high. After all, the children's IQ and EQ... will mostly follow their mothers."

Since she is in a bad mood and wants to find an outlet, what can she do if she becomes a punching bag? So what if I do it for the rest of my life?

"So it turns out Dr. Ryan still has the habit of sleepwalking?!"

The subtext is - stop dreaming.

"If I can meet you even while sleepwalking, I would rather sleepwalk for the rest of my life."

"cut……"

Knowing that he was glib and glib, Hawila didn't bother to argue or argue with him.

"In the lobby or in the private room?"

"Let's go to the private room and be quiet, lest any unsightly people come over later."

"Two glasses of 'Bloom' are delivered to the small box."

Ryan ordered directly to the bar.

Vaughn left two boxes here, one large and one small. The larger one was where they usually gathered, while the smaller one was reserved for personal temporary use.

"Ok sir."

The decoration and furnishings in the small private room are very simple. Apart from the sofa and the karaoke machine, the most eye-catching thing is the huge wine cabinet on the wall.

This set of wine cabinets was proposed by Keane. He said it was more convenient and provided better privacy. At first, Ryan was opposed to it. He believed that coming to a bar is about being lively. However, from today’s perspective, Keane’s original proposal The decision still makes sense.

"Do you come here often?"

Havila looked at him as if he was familiar with the road.

"If you are referring to the night banquet, it should be frequent. If you are referring to the small box, then there is no such thing. Most of the time, it is our group of people who come here, in the large box next to it."

"Compared with the big box, this place is indeed more suitable for doing some shameful things."

Havila has been to the big box, the time with Mu Mu.

"There are so many shameful things, which one are you referring to?"