The sound of Monica's high heels faded down the hotel corridor. The mont the suite door closed, Luke's tense nerves and body finally relaxed completely.
The "battle" with the seductive accountant had sent his adrenaline soaring. Now, with the room quiet, the enormous joy he had been holding back crashed over him like a flood, instantly shattering the composure he had maintained for so long.
"Yes!!"
He let out a low roar, sprang up from the sofa, threw several hard punches in the air, and couldn't help jumping up and down.
Four hundred and twenty-eight million dollars!
Four hundred and twenty-eight million! U.S. dollars!
Not gold dragons — real Blue Star hard currency!
Converted to Dragon Kingdom currency, that was nearly thirty "small targets"!
The feeling was even more unreal and shocking than earning three hundred thousand gold dragons in three months in Westeros!
Three hundred thousand gold dragons already made him a tycoon in Westeros, but this sum on Blue Star was enough to instantly place him in the true top-tier wealthy class, giving him the power to change many things!
No more sneaking around or being timid… Planes would co, cannons would co!
Like an excited monkey, he bounced around the spacious luxury suite — from the living room to the bedroom and then to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows — grinning silently at the steel forest of New York outside.
He really couldn't calm down. This was truly "accidentally entering heaven"!
He had planned for so long, carefully shuttling between the two worlds, and finally, on Blue Star, he had laid an unimaginably solid foundation!
At that mont, his phone's video-call ringtone suddenly sounded, pulling him back from his euphoria. It was Mia.
Luke took several deep breaths, barely suppressing the wild joy on his face, though the smile in his eyes refused to fade.
He answered the video. On the other end, the screen was misty with steam. Mia was soaking in a bubble-filled bathtub, only her fair shoulders and dewy collarbones visible. Her golden hair clung wetly to her cheeks, and her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled like gems.
"Hey, Luke! Did you miss ?" Mia's voice was lazy and sweet after her bath.
Looking at her, a mischievous idea popped into Luke's head. He deliberately put on a straight face and said in a flat tone: "Nope."
On the other side, Mia's smile froze instantly. Her sapphire eyes widened, long lashes trembling, and the corners of her mouth drooped. She looked like she was about to cry, the picture of a pitiful abandoned kitten.
"Luke! How can you say that! I think about you every day! You…"
That teary, aggrieved expression, combined with her innocent look in the bathtub, made her seem less like a passionate Arican girl and more like a small cat abandoned by its owner.
Luke couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing her exaggerated wronged face, he burst out laughing: "I was kidding! Silly girl!"
He laughed so hard he doubled over: "I missed you, Mia. Especially right now — more than ever. I want to be with you imdiately and share my joy… and let you experience my manliness!"
Mia's "tears" vanished instantly. She pouted angrily, but hearing the second half, curiosity took over: "Joy? What joy? Did you win the lottery? Or did you go experience another foreign girl again?"
Her mind was full of Luke's earlier shaless line about "White people's lives matter too!"
Luke leaned closer to the cara, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of mystery and excitent: "Have you been following the news lately? That super red diamond sold for 660 million dollars? The lucky Eastern discoverer?"
Mia blinked, a little confused: "Oh! That one — of course, it's all over the internet. Even Chuan Jianguo reposted it. Why? Do you know the guy?"
She still hadn't connected the dots.
Luke nodded, his smile widening. He spoke clearly, one word at a ti: "Ti to co clean. No more pretending, Mia. That lucky guy… is ."
"What?!"
Mia shot upright in the bathtub like she'd been electrocuted, splashing water and bubbles everywhere.
She grabbed the phone with both hands, completely unconcerned that most of her body was exposed. Her eyes widened like saucers and her voice shot up an octave in a piercing scream: "Oh my God! Jesus Christ! Holy Mary! Mother Fu… Luke! You… you… it's really you?! The Asian guy who dug up the billion-dollar diamond is you?! Oh my god! Oh my god!!"
Her scream was so loud it imdiately drew attention from next door.
"Mia! What happened? Are you okay?"
Alexandra's voice ca with hurried footsteps.
"Mia? Do you need help?" Jennifer's voice followed.
The next second, the bathroom door was pushed open. Alexandra and Jennifer, thinking Mia was in danger, rushed in frantically.
The video feed instantly turned chaotic.
Three naked, incredibly hot young won crowded in front of the cara. Alexandra's full bust and Jennifer's long, slender legs appeared completely unobstructed, dotted with water droplets and foam…
The screen was filled with "blessings"!
Luke felt a rush of heat in his nose. He quickly looked away, but couldn't resist stealing glances back.
"What happened? Why were you screaming like that?" Alexandra asked.
Still in extre shock and excitent, Mia pointed at Luke on the phone, babbling incoherently: "He… Luke… diamond! 660 million! Red diamond! It's him! The lucky guy is Luke!!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Holy shit!"
Alexandra and Jennifer cursed at the sa ti. Their beautiful eyes widened in perfect sync as they stared at the phone screen, their faces mirroring the exact sa shock, ecstasy, and disbelief Mia had shown monts earlier.
"Luke?! It's really you?!"
"My God! The mysterious billionaire is right here on my phone?!"
"This is insane! Luke, you're amazing!!"
The three girls, completely unconcerned about the "full honesty" awkwardness, crowded around the phone, chattering, exclaiming, praising, and questioning as if they themselves had won the jackpot.
The video was a sea of white skin that made Luke's head spin and his blood pressure rise.
He made a ntal note that he would need to return to Westeros later and have the maids help him "clear his ridians" and study so hardware-softening techniques.
In the end, Mia recovered first. Blushing furiously, she hurriedly pushed Alexandra and Jennifer out: "Out! Out! This is my boyfriend! I want to talk to him alone! Get out already!"
After finally shoving the two equally overexcited girls out and closing the door, Mia turned her full attention back to Luke. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet and her eyes sparkled brilliantly.
"Luke… my God… I can't believe it… you're really that guy!"
"Oh God, this is incredible! You're literally the embodint of luck! You know, I've always thought my luck was terrible. I've never won anything in my life… but you, you actually…"
She was so excited she could barely speak coherently. The way she looked at Luke was full of admiration, adoration, and a dreamlike joy.
"It looks like we really are a match made in heaven! Lucky Luke and Mia who needs luck! I can already see us getting married, living in a beautiful big house, with our kids and dog…"
Listening to Mia already fantasizing about their future, Luke felt both warmth and amusent. This girl's mind really jumped fast.
"Mia, calm down," he said gently with a smile.
"The money hasn't fully arrived yet, and this will bring a lot of changes. But one thing is real! I miss you… Once I finish handling things in New York, I'll co find you."
"Mmm! I'll wait for you! You have to co!" Mia nodded vigorously, her face glowing with happiness.
After hanging up with Mia, Luke's phone started vibrating like crazy.
Private ssages from Alexandra and Jennifer flooded in like a tidal wave.
Alexandra: "Luke! Tell this isn't a dream! It's really you? The diamond prince?"
"How are you going to spend that astronomical sum? Buy an island? Or a sports team?"
"Seriously though, you and Mia aren't officially together yet, right? How about giving a chance? I'm more sensible than her, you know~ You know what I an!"
(Attached: a slightly provocative ho photo — wearing only a very skimpy floral apron.jpg)
Jennifer's ssages were even bolder and more direct:
"Hey, billionaire boy!"
"I've never dated a man worth hundreds of millions of dollars before. Give a chance? I guarantee you an unforgettable experience."
(A series of even more revealing and teasing photos followed!)
These two "vixens" clearly understood that suggestion was the greatest temptation…
"Mia is a good girl… but you know, love needs excitent and freshness, right?"
"Just like that day when we gave you a ride to the airport in the RV!"
Looking at the ssages, Luke smiled helplessly.
The glow of wealth really did attract more attention — even blatant temptation.
He replied to Alexandra and Jennifer simply and politely, thanking them for their congratulations but clearly stating that he was currently focused on handling his affairs and respected his relationship with Mia, gently declining their further hints.
He knew that when dealing with these passionate girls, he had to keep clear boundaries.
Where did Arica's "marriage-ending line" co from?
Anyone who crossed the marriage-ending line… got cut down in one stroke!
Two days later, Luke's phone vibrated. A text from Citibank popped up: "A deposit of USD 407,575,000.00 has been credited to your account ending in XXXX on July 20. Current balance: USD 407,588,342.11."
Staring at the long string of zeros, Luke's heart skipped a beat again. The real money had arrived!
That sa afternoon, the doorbell rang again.
Outside stood a middle-aged white man in a well-tailored suit with a standard business smile, holding an elegant envelope.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Luke. I'm Bruce Miller, your dedicated private client manager at Citibank."
The man respectfully handed over his business card and the envelope.
"Upon learning that the funds have been successfully deposited, I ca in person to deliver your physical high-tier VIP gold card and to serve you personally."
Luke invited him in, and the two sat down in the living room.
Bruce was polite and professional, his words full of respect for this newly minted billionaire client.
"Mr. Luke, thank you for choosing Citibank. Given the scale of your assets with us, you have automatically been upgraded to one of our highest-tier private banking clients."
"From today onward, I will serve as your dedicated banking concierge, ready to assist you with anything. Whether it's daily banking, global asset allocation advice, investnt opportunity screening, large-credit support, or arranging private jets, booking top restaurants or hotels, children's education planning — whatever you need, just contact . The bank will mobilize all resources to et your legitimate requirents."
Luke took the heavy gold card with its fine gold edging. The weight and feel were indeed different.
He listened to Bruce's introduction and already had plans in mind.
He took out his phone, opened the Dragon Kingdom version of "Douyin," found a video he had saved a long, long ti ago, and handed it to Bruce.
It was a video he had bookmarked back when he was a miserable salaryman with no future.
As everyone knows, wage slaves earning 3,000 a month love to collect videos of luxury mansions, supercars, yachts, and private jets…
Because those are the stuff of dreams. Without watching them, you wouldn't even know how to dream!
We do it with endless enthusiasm.
The first comnt in the bullet screen read: "Did the algorithm glitch? I earn less than 3,000 a month and it's recomnding this to ? What's the aning of this…"
The video showed a ranch estate on vast land in Nevada.
The cara swept over endless grasslands, leisurely cattle, the distant Nevada mountain range, and finally settled on a beautiful complex of Arican-style buildings made of logs and stone. The main house was a spacious and grand wooden villa, with several additional buildings.
"Bruce, I've set my sights on this place."
Luke pointed at the video.
"A 3,600-acre ranch with complete estate facilities. Check the details, assess the value, and then buy it for at a reasonable price."
"I once swore that if I ever got rich, I would definitely buy this place."
Bruce took the phone, studied the video and description for a mont, and gave a professional smile: "Of course, Mr. Luke. Nevada ranch properties have unique value, especially one of this scale with such beautiful scenery and complete facilities."
"I will imdiately contact our Nevada real estate appraisal team and our partner top-tier real estate brokers to obtain the most detailed information and begin the purchase process. Please rest assured — we will secure the best possible terms for you."
"Excellent." Luke nodded with satisfaction.
This ranch would beco an important base for him on Blue Star.
Far from the noise, highly private, with vast land — perfect for storing certain "special" supplies or other future uses, and also an ideal vacation and safe haven.
Most importantly, it was the dream he had once thought completely unattainable!
People… can be trapped their whole lives by things they couldn't have when young!
All those luxury houses, supercars, and beautiful won we scroll past are unreachable dreams… we can never escape them. We're trapped for life.
Luke… had finally broken free!
July 21, early morning.
Luke packed a simple suitcase, ready to leave the luxurious Sotheby's suite he had stayed in for so long.
The door opened. Standing outside was Monica.
She was wearing a cream-colored casual suit jacket and matching trousers today. She looked less fiercely sexy than the day before and more crisp and soft, but the red-bottom heels still declared her style.
Her walk, however, carried a subtle, almost imperceptible awkwardness.
Seeing Luke, Monica's face blood into a bright yet languid and satisfied smile. She naturally slipped her arm through his and leaned half her body against him.
"Good morning, my billionaire. Did you sleep well last night?"
She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling, her tone intimate.
Luke's mouth twitched slightly.
Did I sleep well? As if you don't already know?
Last night… after this passionate accountant had "reported on work progress," she had used "celebrating the first stage of success" as an excuse to drag him up to the hotel's rooftop bar for a drink.
Then… things had developed rather naturally — or rather, inevitably.
In the end, Monica had been utterly defeated, armor shattered.
In her final monts, she had gasped hoarsely: "Luke, stop… White people's lives matter too… I can't take it anymore. I think I see the light of God."
…The details need not be ntioned…
Arica's openness had once again refreshed Luke's understanding.
Looking at Monica's current affectionate and satisfied expression, he thought to himself: Isn't this relationship progressing a little too fast?
We've only known each other for a few days, sis!
"Looks like my weakness has been grasped."
Monica seed to read his mind. She leaned close to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Luke, you really are… an incredible man. Strong, principled, and utterly captivating. I think I've fallen hopelessly in love with you. How about… we make it official?"
Her tone was half joking, half serious.
Luke took a deep breath, stopped walking, and gently but firmly pulled his arm out of her grasp.
He turned to face her, his expression warm but distant, and said seriously: "Monica, you are an extrely talented and very charming woman. But I already have a girlfriend. Her na is Mia, and she's waiting for in Los Angeles."
Seeing the flash of disappointnt in Monica's eyes and the imdiate appearance of grievance, Luke sighed inwardly. He reached out, gently tapped her cute nose, then lifted her delicate chin with his fingertip and placed a light, dragonfly-like kiss on her soft lips before pulling away.
"And you," he said, looking into her eyes that had brightened again, "are my very important and very trusted professional advisor. I need you to handle my finances and taxes properly. That is crucial for . Let's keep our relationship professional and pleasant, okay?"
Monica's expression changed like magic — from teary to an exaggerated "I've been dumped by a scumbag" look. She even dramatically wiped nonexistent tears from the corner of her eye.
"Oh, Luke, you're so cruel… using and then discarding …"
Anyone watching would have thought Luke was a heartless bastard.
Luke smiled helplessly, knowing she was performing again.
This was a top-tier succubus who could suck the marrow from your bones!
"Enough with the act. Just take to the airport, Monica 'advisor.'"
"Fine, fine, you cold-hearted boss."
Monica shrugged, instantly returning to normal. A professional, charming smile reappeared on her face as if nothing had happened.
She deftly took Luke's small suitcase, strode ahead on those sky-high heels — still walking with that subtle awkwardness — but full of energy.
On the way to the airport, they discussed details of so tax docunts and preliminary ideas for future fund arrangents.
Monica was completely in work mode: professional, efficient, as if the flirtatious exchange in the hotel corridor had never occurred.
However, just before reaching the airport, in Monica's BMW, Luke once again experienced the full passion of a fiery Arican girl!
"Co on, baby… Fuck !"
"Inside ."
"Q ."
Luke pulled out "Thor's Hamr," dipped it in the enemy's fortune, and sneered coldly:
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