A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

It was midnight in m country

"Mr. Ronald, all the goods you requested are here," the professional manager said, pointing to a row of beautiful women standing outside the door.

There were twenty beauties and ten handsome men in total. The women were of all shapes and sizes, with long legs and beautiful faces. The men were either refined or masculine and imposing.

The most beautiful woman was as exquisite as an elf; she was a top beauty recently found by the manager and specially presented to these powerful elites.

"If anyone can get Sadwell to accept this, I'll give her ten million dollars." Ronald loved attending special parties; roulette, multi-person parties were no problem for him. He'd often kowtow when he was in a good mood.

But no matter how chaotic the atmosphere, Sadwell always stood upstairs overlooking the entire party, unmoved by any of the extravagance. His green eyes looked down at them as if they were inorganic matter, devoid of any emotion.

Ronald disliked that look, so he dedicated himself to bringing Sadwell down from her pedestal. He wanted to see if Sadwell, hailed as the god of asceticism, was as ugly as them when she indulged in desire.

He spent a fortune to find this elfin-like woman, and he refused to believe that he could resist her when she was naked.

Then he would begin to doubt whether Sadwell was even a man.

Ten million US dollars! The women's eyes lit up.

In this world of fame and fortune, they always know their own path: to climb up to a man or a woman and enter high society.

The richest and most powerful are just a few people. Compared to the group of old men who serve the elderly, ugly and eccentric, the handsome and young second generation are their targets. They make a fortune by climbing up to them, from money to their bodies.

Sadwell is considered one of the most eligible bachelors by women; not only beautiful women, but also some men want to kneel at his feet.

People always laugh at those who fail. Even if they fawn over the powerful now, once they rise to power, they'll be superior to others. No matter how much they despise themselves, they dare not show it in the slightest.

The saying "laugh at poverty but not at prostitution" applies worldwide.

I took a small sip of red wine, and the rich aroma burst in my mouth.

Allen loves throwing these kinds of boring parties, but since he's his only friend, Sadwell still showed up to give him face.

"Ronald said he found you a top-notch one." Allen had just finished fighting, his golden hair was a little damp and hung down the side of his face, and there were still scratches from a woman on his chest. He tied his bathrobe and sat on the sofa, gesturing for the waiter to pour him some wine.

Seeing his friend staring listlessly at the endless ocean outside the window, he said, "Don't think about Della, she just got back to China." This friend really doted on Della, but thinking of the adorable Della, he could understand.

"No way, who spoils their younger sister like that?" He even remembered that tradition, and since Della was 17 too, "According to your family tradition, Della—"

Before Allen could finish his question, Sadwell looked at him, his green eyes as deep as the ocean outside the window, and said, "Don't make wild guesses."

Allen immediately pulled on the muzzle and nodded repeatedly. Sure enough, Princess Della was Sadwell's Achilles' heel. Sadwell was clearly angry.

Not daring to joke about Della, Allen ran his fingers through his slightly damp blonde hair, his blue eyes darting around before he said to Grey behind him, "Have Ronald bring those people in. I want to see just how beautiful she is."

Allen also wanted to see if anyone could bring Will down from his pedestal ╮(ˉ▽ˉ)╭

Grey nodded and went out to lead the people.

Sadwell continued to look at the sea, letting Allen do whatever he wanted. He just wondered if Della would feel uncomfortable after returning to the country, whether she liked the yacht, and whether he should send her some more jewelry.

That evening, he overheard a woman remarking on how popular jadeite was lately, and suggesting that he buy some for Della.

Allen is right, Della is about to turn 18, so what kind of company should we give her to practice at?

We need to teach her something, but we can't let her fail on her first try. What if Della cries?

The door opened, and the women entered one by one, instantly filling the private room with bright sunshine and fragrant aromas.

Allen didn't know what Sudwell was like, but he liked him quite a bit.

"gentlemen"

The women spoke, their voices sweet or seductive; they were indeed top-notch, especially the elfin one, who wore only a white gauze dress.

Vague daydreams are indeed most attractive to men.

She could feel Allen's gaze most keenly, but it was all for ten million.

"Sir," she said softly as she approached, her white veil brushing past her like a feather against Allen's heart. She was indeed beautiful.

She gently rested her head on his lap.

From this angle, she is pitiful and charming, like a trembling moon, with seductive eyes that evoke the most pity from men. If he so desires, she will softly submit and take him to heaven.

"Sir," she called softly. The man did not move, but she felt that his silence meant he agreed to continue.

Looking at his superior jawline, and the tailored light gray shirt that hugged his powerful chest.

The slender fingers wore green rings, and the cold snake head symbolized power and money.

Her breath was sweet as orchids. "Don't you like Asdella?"

Her thoughts were abruptly pulled back. Sadwell pinched her chin, causing it to immediately turn red. Tears welled up in her eyes, making her look incredibly beautiful. "What's wrong, sir?"

"Who gave you that name?" Allen frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his blue eyes. The name Della was used on a woman like this.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Asdella's glistening tears slid down her fair cheeks and onto the carpet.

Sadwell showed no mercy, tightening his grip slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Speak," his expression cold and stern. Under the light, Estella, kneeling on the ground, could not see his expression.

Daring not to use any more tricks, she wasn't stupid; she immediately realized from Allen's words that the name must be taboo. "It's my manager, Joey. He said the name Asdella will definitely catch your eye."

That unscrupulous merchant! She bribed him with so much money, only to receive this news and almost lose her life.

“Joey, he’s asking for it,” Allen said dismissively. “You come here, change your name. Della isn’t suitable for you, so call yourself Asy.”

She is indeed beautiful, but her eyes are overflowing with greed for money. Calling her Della is an insult to their little princess.

Because she was beautiful, serving him was considered saving her life.

"She changed her name, don't hold it against her. That Joey is quite bold, thinking she's so clever." Unbuttoning his bathrobe, Allen let out a long sigh and stroked Asy's hair. "Good girl."

Sadwell's already bad mood was made even worse by this mess.

He wouldn't have bothered with these women anyway.

Looking at the row of trembling women, then at his busy brothers, Sadwell leaned back on the sofa, his left hand supporting his chin. The icy green snake ring gleamed coldly under the light. He waved for them to leave.

The women hurriedly left, wanting to earn money rather than risk their lives. Beautiful men are indeed dangerous.

“I don’t know what Felix has been up to lately,” Allen suddenly said.

He also wants to target Hong Kong.

Ha, he's courting death. Not wanting to witness his brother's romantic escapades, Sadwell stood up and walked to the window. Old Felix wanted to recreate his former glory, but he was too old and didn't realize that things were different now. This short-selling attempt was doomed to fail.

Last time, his father hid behind Felix and swallowed a big one; this time, he will swallow this old giant crocodile after Felix fails.

"Together?" Allen pressed his hand against Asy.

Sudwell did not answer; Allen already knew the answer.

The sea surface shimmered in the night, reflecting the dazzling lights of the cruise ship, intertwining with the moonlight in a mesmerizing way.

Behind him, Allen and the woman were passionately engaged.

He really didn't understand why Allen was so obsessed with fleeting physical pleasure; for him, only victory after a battle could bring him spiritual satisfaction.

And then there's Della. As long as his Della is happy, as long as his sister smiles at him, he's willing to put the whole world in front of her for his little princess to choose from.