James was captivated by Shirley Taylor's deep affection.
Luckily, the car stopped just in time, or he might not have been able to handle it.
After dropping off the blissful Shirley Taylor back at her school,
he returned to his hotel room.
He told Jay Johnson that they would be returning to New York City the next day.
Shirley Taylor had classes on Monday, so there wouldn't be any opportunity for intimacy.
He had already gotten most of what he wanted from her, and he wasn't in a hurry to get the last bit of her affection.
After all, it wasn't realistic to expect a woman to fall completely in love in just two days.
James planned to let things develop naturally and win her over with sincerity.
He would take his time, maybe ten days or two weeks.
If that didn't work, he'd consider using some underhanded tactics.
Like carrying a clean white handkerchief and pretending to cough up some blood.
Or maybe hiring a few thugs to stage a damsel-in-distress rescue.
He'd heard that the current trend was for naive, innocent girls to take care of wealthy young men who'd lost their memories.
James was capable of staging a minor car accident and pretending to have amnesia to trick her.
He ordered a glass of red wine and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly admiring the charming night view of Miami while texting with Shirley Taylor.
When you're newly in love, even a minute apart can feel like an eternity.
Shirley Taylor was shy when speaking, but not when texting.
Her messages, filled with care and affection, made even this almost-thirty-year-old man feel a flutter in his heart.
James used to think his roommate looked sneaky and lecherous when he was texting his girlfriend.
But now, looking at his own reflection in the glass, he realized he wasn't much better.
This kind of sweet love was truly intoxicating.
They chatted for over two hours, not saying goodnight until after midnight.
Shirley Taylor went to sleep with a contented smile.
But James stayed up, continuing his conversation with Amanda.
Meanwhile, Jay Johnson gathered a bunch of cleaning supplies, preparing to clean the back of the Rolls-Royce.
Although he couldn't hear anything from the back during the ride, based on his previous experience, he figured it probably needed a good cleaning.
Jay Johnson carefully inspected the back seat and found it spotless, not even a stray tissue.
He scratched his head in confusion.
It seemed like there was no need for cleaning after all.
The next day.
Back in familiar New York City, James awkwardly realized that he didn't have a place to stay.
He had been so busy running around between different women, trying to win their hearts,
that he hadn't had time to buy a decent place for himself. He looked at his fifty million dollars in cash. He proceeded to transfer ten million into the system. Sugar daddy fund balance: 100 billion and 36 million. This 100 billion was enough for women. The remaining 40 million should be arranged for some personal items. After deducting the office building that is about to be purchased, There are more than 20 million left. You can consider buying a decent house.
He did a quick online search for affluent neighborhoods in New York City and found a promising development.
It was called "Lakeview New City."
This was a newly built high-end residential complex, located by the lake in the new city area. The opening price was over $30,000 per square foot.
For a second or third-tier city, such a price tag, approaching that of a first-tier city, definitely put it in the "rich" category.
The complex boasted a serene environment, strict management, and convenient living. It was hailed as a benchmark of prestigious living within New York City.
James was mainly attracted by the surrounding private clubs.
There were private chefs, personal trainers, swimming pools, gyms, and recreational clubs.
A bit further away, there were golf courses, ice skating rinks, and horse stables...
James had Jay Johnson drive him to the Lakeview New City sales office.
After getting out of the car, they walked into the sales center.
Several saleswomen, upon seeing James's car, rushed over, bowing deeply and saying in unison,
"Welcome to Lakeview New City!"
One particularly attractive saleswoman approached to assist them.
"Good day, gentlemen. Are you here to look at properties?"
James nodded.
"May I have your surname, sir?"
"Qin."
The saleswoman, named Alice Bentman, noticed that the tall man behind James was likely a bodyguard or assistant.
So she didn't ask for his name. She gracefully walked up to James and said with a smile,
"Here is the brochure for our Lakeview New City. Would you like me to introduce our complex to you?"
Someone who could afford a Rolls-Royce was highly likely to buy a property.
They might even buy several at once.
Alice Bentman's voice betrayed a hint of barely suppressed excitement.
"No need. I've already looked it up online."
James didn't want to waste time. He was sure he would become even wealthier in the future, and buying a property here was just a temporary measure.
Once his company took off, he would definitely buy a large piece of land, maybe a hundred acres or so, to build his own private Kennedy-esque estate.
Otherwise, where would he park his private jet?
"Then may I ask what kind of layout you're looking for?"
"Do you have any large, well-decorated units on higher floors, with good locations?" James asked, being picky.
"Yes, we do! What you're describing sounds like our 'King' unit. Building 8 is entirely comprised of large units over 200 square meters. It's the best building in the entire complex, with meticulous attention to lighting, layout, feng shui, and orientation..."
Alice Bentman led James to the scale model, enthusiastically highlighting the advantages of Building 8.
For example, the three-elevator configuration for just two units per floor, with a dedicated service elevator for domestic staff.
She mentioned that the residents included well-known tycoons, CEOs of listed companies, and so on.
"Which units are still available?" James asked, feeling somewhat interested.
"There's a 480-square-meter unit on the 18th floor, a penthouse on the 31st floor, and units on the 25th and 26th floors. Many units on the lower floors below the 20th are also available," Alice Bentman rattled off, knowing the inventory like the back of her hand. James thought for a moment and asked her, "Which one do you think is better?" "Huh?" Alice Bentman was slightly taken aback but quickly recovered. Wealthy individuals often made purchasing decisions on a whim. She hurriedly picked the most expensive remaining unit from the list.
"Mr. King, if you're not superstitious about the number, I recommend the unit on the 18th floor," Alice Bentman said, inviting James to sit on the sofa. She presented the layout of the 18th-floor unit and continued,
"Firstly, the 18th floor is considered a golden floor. It offers excellent views, abundant natural light, fresh air, strong privacy, and no issues with mosquitoes or noise."
"Moreover, our units on this floor are incredibly spacious, and we're offering significant discounts. It's a steal."
Something felt off to James. "If it's so great, why hasn't anyone bought it?"
"Because many wealthy people are superstitious and sensitive to numbers," Alice Bentman explained.
"Oh."
James nodded thoughtfully.
He was somewhat satisfied with the 18th floor but didn't have a strong urge to buy.
He looked at the other units. They were either too small or too big.
Like the 1,000-square-meter penthouse that was only going for a little over twenty million dollars. No one had bought it yet, either.
There must be a reason why people weren't buying these units.
Alice Bentman noticed James's frequent head shaking and felt a growing sense of urgency.
Seeing that he looked relatively young, Alice Bentman's eyes darted around. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Mr. King, the other unit on the 18th floor is occupied by a female celebrity~" James's ears perked up at the mention of a celebrity. He leaned closer and asked conspiratorially, "Which celebrity?"
Alice Bentman, seeing that he had taken the bait, smiled slyly and whispered, "Normally, I'm not supposed to disclose the names of residents, but seeing as Mr. King is such a distinguished gentleman, I trust that you won't spread it around. Her name is Avril."