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In the afternoon, the director's office of the Jones Orphaned and Disabled Children's Rescue Center.

Aina is introducing the operation of the center to Steven: "My center was established two years ago, and the shareholder is Elmo Roberts. You chatted with each other at the reception last time. Our center does not directly raise children, all children They are brought up by volunteer families, and the cost is borne by the center until they graduate from high school. In this way, while bringing the children family warmth, it does not increase the cost of raising the adoptive family. The center is responsible for accepting orphaned and disabled children, recruiting volunteer families, and supervising the raising process and evaluation, accepting support donations. At present, the center has received more than 300 orphaned and disabled children from all over the world, and there are already thousands of volunteer families registered in the center who are willing to raise orphaned and disabled children, which is the number of orphaned and disabled children in existence. In addition, a large number of caring people have signed a continuous donation agreement with the center, and the center's business has been expanding."

"It's a very creative rescue method. In a family, it is easier for children to grow up healthily. May I ask how much does a child need for a year?" Steven asked.

"It varies with age and special education, and the cost is about 3 to 5 Australian dollars."

"Okay, I pledge 100 million Australian dollars every year, and sign for five years first, and then adjust with changes in child support expenses, and the expenses will be paid to the account on an annual basis." Steven said.

Aina asked the secretary to type out the donation agreement, and after Steven read it carefully, he signed it.

"Thank you Mr. Bronte for your love!" Aina said emotionally, "The moment everyone signed their names, I wanted to cry."

"Ms. Jones, you have done more for the children, and your director, Mr. Roberts, has devoted himself to the children for many years, which is really admirable."

"In terms of caring for orphaned and disabled children, Aymo and I have the same nature." Aina replied proudly. When Aymo's name was mentioned, she blushed slightly. It seemed that she was still in love with Aymo. Steven Can't help but feel a little jealous.

"By the way, Ms. Jones, I'm here to see you, and I have one more request." Steven said.

"Mr. Bronte, just ask, if I can, I will do my best." Aina replied.

So, Steven told Aina about the failure of his project financing and the inexplicable dismissal from his job.

After listening to Aina, she was a little surprised: "It's not like Aymo's style. Besides, Mr. Bronte is not a person who lacks a career, why must he go to Aymo's to work?"

"Gregor Company is the fastest growing investment company here. I naturally hope that as a grassroots employee, I can learn the company's advanced ideas and business philosophy. I will continue to start a business in the future, but it must be in the computer field I am familiar with. I guess, Will Mr. Roberts be prejudiced against me by mistakenly thinking that I am a future competitor? So, I want to communicate with him alone to clarify the misunderstanding between us. I wonder if you can help me to arrange him to talk to me talk?"

Aina nodded: "There should be no problem."

"Please keep it a secret for me in advance. I'm worried that he will refuse to attend the appointment if he knows that it's me. What date do you think is suitable for next week?" Steven inquired.

"Not next week. Aimo is going back to the United States to vote in the current presidential election. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can arrange to meet with the donors. If he is fine, can we do it tomorrow?" Aina asked.

"That's great. How about meeting at the top 35th floor of the Keller Building at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?" Steven asked.

"Okay, make an appointment with him and I'll call you." Aina agreed.

"Thank you!" Steven burst into ecstasy.

"I'm planning the center's annual appreciation dinner, which will be held in the first half of next month, and I hope you can attend it," Aina said.

"Definitely come." Steven stood up and shook hands with Aina.

The next morning.

"Mr. Bronte can see Sydney Harbour, the scenery is beautiful!" Aina stood in the living room of Steven's apartment on the top floor of the Keller Building, looking out of the window. Here, the blue water, the bustling Harbor Bridge, and the petal-like Sydney The opera house has a panoramic view.

"It's okay!" Steven replied, he was a little absent-minded, looking forward to Aimo's arrival soon.

"La la la—" the doorbell rang.

"I'm going to open the door." Steven walked to the door, collected himself, and pressed the elevator lock with shaking fingers.

Soon, the sound of the elevator door opening came from the corridor, and he opened the door.A man in a gray windbreaker walked outside the door, with a refined demeanor and a smile, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Welcome, Mr. Roberts!"

Seeing Steven, Aimo froze for a moment, Aina came out from behind Steven, hugged him and kissed his cheek, and then introduced him to the center's new benefactor - Steven Bronte.

"Mr. Bronte, thank you!" Aymo greeted Steven politely. He walked in, took off his windbreaker, and wore a black striped casual shirt with a pair of loose pants.Steven hangs his trench coat in the closet.He secretly observed Ai Mo's expression, and Ai Mo kept smiling politely.

As soon as she entered the living room, Aina's cell phone rang, and she went to the side to answer it.

Aymo sat down on the sofa, put the red wine on the tea table, looked out the window at Sydney Harbor, and said, "Mr. Bronte, you have a very wide view here."

"I have an old friend who really likes to live on the top floor. I just imitate him. Mr. Roberts, please comment on my newly renovated house." Steven said politely.

Aimo looked around the room seriously, and then replied: "The materials are well-selected but not luxurious, and the overall style is simple and elegant, but it lacks some fashionable new elements."

"Sorry, let's talk first. A friend of mine is trying on a wedding dress. Let me refer to it. I'll go first and come back when I have time." Aina finished speaking and was about to leave the door.

"I'll go with you!" Aymo stood up.

"No, women only want women to see when they try on wedding dresses!" Aina said coquettishly, she walked up to Aimo, hugged his shoulders affectionately, and pressed him to sit on the sofa: "Since we have made an appointment, we will accompany Bob." Let's chat for a while, Mr. Longt, will you?"

Aymo had to sit down, and Aina winked at Steven triumphantly.

Steven forced a smile on his face, but a snake came out of his heart quietly. Even though Aina was speaking for him, he was still inexplicably jealous and angry when he saw how close she was to Aimo.Ever since Vincent revealed his relationship with him, he had never had an affair with anyone. Steven was extremely uncomfortable seeing a woman like him suddenly.

When Aina left, Steven heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Aimo. Today, he must take him down.

"Doesn't the room look familiar to you?" he asked.He decorated this house according to Vincent's London penthouse, even the furniture and items placed there are exactly the same.

"Sorry, I'm not good at decoration." Aymo replied with an innocuous sentence.

Steven took another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured half a glass for Aymo and himself.This wine is Vincent's favorite brand - Romanée-Conti, the one that Vincent poured on top of his head when they first had close contact.

"Mr. Bronte, what's the matter with you looking for me so hard?" Aymo raised his glass, took a sip of the wine, and asked indifferently while looking at him.

Steven glanced at Aymo's left hand, which was white and slender. He had shaken it countless times, and it was indeed Vincent's own hand.He moved his gaze to the severed wrist, where a Patek Philippe watch blocked the sutures he expected to see.

"Mr. Roberts, I don't know if you remember, I mentioned to you last time that you are like one of my friends?" Steven's eyes moved to Aimo's face.

"I don't really remember!" Aymo shook his head, avoiding Steven's sight, and looked out the window.

Steven was so angry that he was face to face, and he was still pretending. He really wanted to throw him on the sofa immediately and force him to admit that it was Vincent.

"I asked you to come today because I want to talk about my story with him. No, this is him!" Steven picked up his phone, pulled out a photo, and pointed at Vincent, which was when he and Vincent broke up. A selfie in front of the mirror that day.

"Hahaha" Aymo looked at it and let out a dry laugh: "Mr. Bronte, you are too good at joking. The photo shows a stunning woman. How do you say 'he'? Not to mention like me gone."

Steven smiled secretly: "It turns out that he also thinks he is 'extremely beautiful'"

"Then let me tell you, this is not a joke. Would you like to hear it? The story is very long, 8 years plus 8 years." Steven said.

Aymo shrugged: "Well, you have aroused my curiosity, please tell me, I am all ears."

"Smoke a cigarette first." Steven took out Vincent's favorite LuckyStrike cigarette from the drawer of the tea table, and prepared to light it for him.

"Thank you, no need, I never smoke." Aymo shook his head.

Quit smoking, Steven thought.

Steven put the cigarettes on the tea table and began to tell the story of Henry and Vincent.

"16 years ago, there was a deaf-mute man named Henry Randy who applied to an underground casino in London as a system maintenance engineer..."