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This statent made Fabian Vincent breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Houseman, can I ask you sothing? Dirk Carter is pretty thorough in his work and has never leaked his investnt list before. How did you get your hands on it?"

The reason for this question.

Is because the 16 company heads boarding the yacht were exactly those on Dirk Carter's upcoming visit list.

These people are the core of his investnt plans.

But today, they all boarded the yacht prepared by Jeanette Houseman and Fabian Vincent.

Jeanette Houseman smiled slightly.

She said, "In this world, there's no wall that doesn't let in the wind. Dirk Carter is indeed cautious, and didn't leak the list to avoid you, but no matter how cautious he is, he can't guard against those around him."

"Are you saying that you got this list from soone close to him?"

Fabian Vincent asked in surprise.

Jeanette Houseman smiled happily.

She said, "Dirk Carter overlooked a very important detail: the drivers. The drivers need to make reservations in advance for trips, and his schedule for the upcoming days is packed. No one knows Dirk Carter's whereabouts better than the drivers. I could easily infer his direction based on these arrangents."

"Brilliant, Mr. Houseman, it has to be you,"

Fabian Vincent gave Jeanette Houseman a thumbs up without hesitation.

Making Jeanette Houseman's smile even broader.

Watching the changing streets outside the window, she repeatedly pondered this critical plan. Jeanette Houseman coldly chuckled and muttered, "Dirk Carter, oh Dirk Carter, aren't you supposed to be omnipotent? I'll show you how you fall into my trap..."

At this mont.

In the restaurant on the first deck of the yacht.

Sixteen n in black masks were seated around four round tables.

Although their expressions were hidden, their bright eyes revealed an eager anticipation for the upcoming events.

At this mont.

A man wearing a white mask stepped onto a small stage at the front.

He held a microphone and bowed to the audience.

He announced loudly, "Welco esteed guests aboard The Larkspur yacht. In the next four hours, all staff aboard The Larkspur will present you with a vibrant and captivating feast of sight and sound. Without further ado, let's serve the dishes..."

After finishing his words.

He waved his hand.

The doors on both sides of the restaurant simultaneously opened.

In ca two rows of won, walking in single file.

This scene imdiately took the breath away from the 16 bosses.

As the host's previous words suggested, "vibrant and captivating" was truly the perfect description.

Sixteen on the left, sixteen on the right, totaling thirty-two beautiful "waitresses."

These thirty-two won were almost uniformly tall, each at least five foot seven. They carried trays, and most notably, their attire was striking.

They wore nothing but three-piece bikinis.

Their breasts were covered by just two palm-sized pieces of fabric, concealing the protruding nipples.

The lower body's fabric was even smaller, akin to half the size of a mask, made of semi-transparent material, with their private contours faintly visible, evoking a sense of mystery.

Eight won at each table.

Orderly placing the dishes on the tables.

These wealthy individuals have surely tasted every kind of delicacy, but never before seen such a large group of stunningly attractive and sexy won.

Originally, they assud these won, after serving the food, would sit down to accompany them.

Unexpectedly, they didn't.

Just as so couldn't resist reaching out for a touch.

The thirty-two won lined up again, walking out of the restaurant.

The fire burning in their hearts was suddenly extinguished.

As the guests grew disappointed with this arrangent, suddenly, the restaurant lights went out, and four beams focused on the stage.

Two red ribbons descended from above.

Along these ribbons, two beauties descended gracefully.

Their hair styled in ancient buns.

Adorned in vibrant ancient court dancer robes.

More importantly, their appearances were quite striking, almost akin to legendary beauties.

Soft music began playing.

The two won danced elegantly on stage, and their dance was indeed impressive.

"Tch, I'd heard The Larkspur yacht as the paradise for n, but now it seems like just a bunch of naive bumpkins."

At one table.

A man in a mask scoffed.

Another across from him smirked and said, "Exactly, I thought it would be more entertaining. It's just dancing. Even if you dance a striptease, I can see that outside if I pay."

"Exactly..."

"Who's saying otherwise."

As the dance continued.

The dissatisfaction grew more vocal.

Understandably since everyone here is wealthy, having seen big spectacles, this arrangent truly couldn't impress them.

Amidst this noise.

The two dancers remained unfazed.

At this mont, a man's voice echoed through the speakers: "Stripped in gold dust, arrayed with pictures beneath the pillow; the plain won are my teachers, their deanor fills the world with beauty—these lines are from Zhang Heng's poem 'Song of the Sa Voice' from the Eastern Han period."

"This poem depicts a wedding night or newlyweds, where 'Stripped in gold dust' might refer to the newlyweds undressing for bed, and 'arrayed with pictures beneath the pillow' implies sex techniques as guidance. The ntioned pictures refer precisely to Spring Palace Paintings."

Upon hearing "Spring Palace Paintings,"

The commotion fell silent.

Clearly, these words stirred the audience's interest.

"Next, our Larkspur dancers will demonstrate the essence of the twelve Spring Palace Paintings for the esteed guests."

The voice continued.

The two dancers on stage spun in place.

Sohow.

Their clothing started to fall off, piece by piece.

In the blink of an eye.

Only red belly bands and loose ancient undergarnts remained on the two beauties.

The belly bands weren't tight.

Through the side gaps, one could see the outlines of the won's breasts, once again capturing the audience's full attention.

Then.

On the screen atop the stage.

The words "Spring Palace Paintings" appeared.

Following that, an ancient painting was displayed.

In the image, two ancient won lay reclining on a bed, one holding a booklet, both absorbed in reading.

Simultaneously.

A wooden bed rose slowly at the center of the stage.

The two dancers from before lay down on it, grabbed a booklet, and posed exactly like the painting.

"This Spring Palace Painting, we nad 'Whispers of the Boudoir,' showcases ancient won's explorations of sexuality. The booklet they hold is the enduring Spring Palace Paintings."

The voice continued.

The host wearing a white mask once again ascended the stage, pointing at the won on the bed, explaining.