Game of Thrones: My Weekend Trips to Earth Chapter 50 50

The afternoon sun over Los Angeles International Airport was hot and bright.

The mont Luke stepped out of the VIP channel, a fiery red figure flew toward him like a cheerful skylark.

She crashed solidly into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her long legs instinctively hooked around his waist.

"Luke!!!"

Mia's tearful cheer and passionate kisses rained down on his face and lips.

Caught off guard, Luke quickly supported her incredibly perky backside to keep them from falling. His nose filled with the fresh, youthful scent of the girl — sunshine, perfu, and a faint hint of sweet sweat.

He inwardly sighed again at how direct and intense Arican girls were when expressing their feelings.

"Mia, Mia… Okay, okay, there are a lot of people watching."

Luke finally turned his head aside, catching his breath, and carried her to a slightly less crowded spot.

But Mia refused to get down. She clung to him like a koala, her sapphire-blue eyes misty as she gazed at him, filled with undisguised longing and excitent.

"Luke, I've thought about you every single second! I thought… I thought after that night you'd just be a beautiful mory in my life, like a holiday fling in a movie!"

"Or a one-night stand!"

"But I couldn't help it. My head is full of you, and my heart tells I've really fallen in love with that damn mysterious Eastern boy! I can't control it!"

Her voice trembled with genuine emotion.

Looking at the pure adoration and dependence in her eyes, sothing soft inside Luke was touched.

In Westeros he had to calculate and act every mont. On Blue Star he had always worn the mask of "cautious traverser" and "lucky upstart."

Only when facing this passionate, straightforward… even a little silly girl could he relax a little.

He took a deep breath, cupped Mia's face with both hands, and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his thumbs. His gaze was deep and sincere:

"Mia, I think… I was wrong. I've been avoiding it with all kinds of excuses. But now, looking at you, I realize I like you too. I won't avoid your feelings anymore."

"Really?!"

Mia's eyes lit up like exploding stars.

She nodded vigorously, then kissed him again — longer and deeper this ti — until both of them were breathing hard.

"Hey! Hey! Public place, can you two show so restraint? Mia, get off Luke already. You're going to strangle him!" A teasing voice rang out.

Luke and Mia separated and turned to look.

Alexandra and Jennifer were walking over.

Alexandra was wearing a tight white cropped T-shirt that showed off a sliver of her firm, fair midriff, paired with deep-blue skinny jeans that perfectly hugged her curves, and canvas sneakers.

She tossed her long dark-brown hair, her sapphire-blue eyes sparkling with amusent and a hint of provocation as she looked Luke up and down: "Welco back to Los Angeles, Luke. But you've ruined our 'hunting trip'! We were supposed to leave for Las Vegas today and have so real fun! How are you going to make it up to us?"

Jennifer's outfit was even more hot and seductive.

A black camisole barely covered the essentials, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage. Below, she wore denim hot pants so short they barely reached the top of her thighs, making her already heaven-defying legs look even more breathtaking.

She walked up, bringing a wave of perfu, and gave Luke a big, unreserved hug, pressing her body tightly against him. She breathed warmly into his ear: "Hey, Eastern boy, please tell in person — the guy who dug up that billion-dollar diamond really is you?"

"I'm still a little dizzy… If it's true, I want to have your baby!"

"I should have stopped using protection the day you left!"

Her tone was half joking, half serious — so bold that Luke's ears heated up.

Luke accepted Jennifer's hug with a mix of embarrassnt and enjoynt, then gently separated and gave Alexandra a polite, courteous hug as well.

"Beautiful ladies, I'm really sorry for ruining your Las Vegas plans," he said with a smile.

"But you should know that, in Arica, the only real friends I have right now are probably you three. Such a big… um, 'change' — I need soone to share the joy with. I hope you don't think I'm being too presumptuous."

"Of course not!" the three girls answered in unison, their faces glowing with excitent.

Friends with a billionaire?

Only a fool would refuse!

Alexandra blinked: "So, about that compensation? A billionaire's compensation can't be too cheap, you know!"

Luke waved his hand grandly: "Leave it to ! I'll make sure you're all satisfied."

That night, Luke made good on his "compensation."

He took the three girls straight to the Presidential Suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills.

The enormous suite, luxurious décor, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Los Angeles night skyline left the three girls exclaiming nonstop.

Over the next three days, Luke went full "tycoon mode."

He took the three girls shopping on Rodeo Drive and the surrounding top luxury districts, dining at restaurants where the average bill was thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars, tasting gourt food from around the world.

In the luxury stores, he told the three girls directly: "Pick whatever you like. Anything under one hundred thousand dollars per item is fine — I'll pay."

At first Mia felt a little embarrassed, and while Alexandra and Jennifer were excited, they were still sowhat skeptical!

After all, the previous Luke had seed like nothing more than a rather handso Eastern tourist with a bit of money.

But when Luke casually swiped hundreds of thousands of dollars without blinking — buying them Hermès Birkin bags, Chanel haute couture, Cartier jewelry and watches — their last doubts vanished.

Luke really was that lucky guy who had struck it rich overnight! A real billionaire!

The myth of "European and Arican girls love going Dutch"… nonsense! Who would refuse free stuff?

The three girls completely let loose, imrsing themselves in the ecstasy of shopping and being endlessly pampered.

Mia's initial excitent slowly turned into a trace of unease and jealousy.

She noticed that after confirming Luke truly had enormous wealth, her sister Alexandra and Jennifer beca even more brazen in seducing him.

Their eyes, physical contact, and verbal teasing… they used every trick in the book.

When the two of them were being intimate and playful, those two bitches shalessly joined in.

They stuck to Luke like glue that wouldn't co off. No matter how Mia hinted, stated outright, or even got angry, they just smiled innocently and kept clinging to him.

"These two bitches!"

Mia was so angry her teeth itched, but she was helpless.

Luke seed to maintain a certain distance from their excessive intimacy, but he didn't firmly reject them either. This made Mia feel even more insecure.

She could only try twice as hard to be good to Luke and assert her claim, but the effect seed limited.

On the afternoon of the third day, Citibank's Bruce arrived as scheduled and t Luke in the executive lounge of the Four Seasons.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Luke."

Bruce, as professional as ever, handed Luke a sealed folder.

"First, here are the docunts for the 'special immigration status' you requested. Based on your investnt intentions and 'potential contributions' to the United States, your conditional permanent residency through the EB-5 investnt immigration program has entered the fast-track approval process. It should be issued within a month."

"This is a temporary 'Gold Card' proof of status. It has the sa legal effect as the green card until the official one is issued."

Luke took the docunts and glanced through them, understanding.

This so-called "Gold Card" or "Platinum Card" was actually the fast-track immigration channel for ultra-wealthy individuals — trading money for ti and convenience.

It was the sa thing as a "green card"!

It was a product launched by Arica's top salesman "Chuan Jianguo."

Anyone who donated one million U.S. dollars to the U.S. governnt could directly obtain a green card.

If you donated five million, you could get the "Platinum Card."

This "Platinum Card" ca with "overseas inco tax exemption" benefits.

Many people complained about it, but for Luke it was very useful — it saved him a lot of ti.

For his upcoming plans, he needed U.S. "green card" status, but he had no intention of becoming an Arican citizen.

Give up Dragon Kingdom citizenship?

Are you kidding?

That was his root. In the future he still planned to return and do many more things to serve his motherland and hotown.

This green card was simply a necessary tool to make doing business in Arica more convenient.

"Very good, Bruce. Excellent efficiency." Luke nodded.

"Also, regarding the ranch estate you're interested in at the foot of the Nevada mountains." Bruce opened his tablet.

"We have already contacted the current owner and expressed your purchase intention. They are asking for twenty-five million dollars."

"According to our professional team's preliminary assessnt, this price is about 10% above current market fair value."

"If you are not in a hurry to move in, we suggest further negotiation. We can probably bring the target price down to around twenty-three million."

After listening, Luke barely thought about it. With a grand wave of his hand and the air of "money is no object," he said:

"Twenty-five million? Hmm, that number's pretty good. Ten… two hundred and fifty. Quite auspicious."

"No need to negotiate — that wastes ti. Just buy it for twenty-five million. Tell him money is not an issue!"

"But I want him to complete all handover procedures as quickly as possible and get his ass off 'my' ranch. Once I finish my business in Los Angeles, I'll naturally go take a look."

This "inhumanly extravagant" statent made the three girls sitting nearby — pretending to sip coffee while eavesdropping — tremble in unison.

Mia felt Luke was spending too recklessly and felt a little heartache, even though it wasn't her money yet.

Alexandra's eyes sparkled with dazzling light.

And Jennifer… she felt all the blood in her body rushing to her face and sowhere else.

Looking at Luke's calm side profile as he casually decided the fate of tens of millions of dollars, she suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

Her perfect legs wrapped in stockings unconsciously pressed tightly together…

Bruce remained composed, obviously used to seeing wealthy clients make all kinds of impulsive purchases.

"Understood, Mr. Luke. I will imdiately have the legal team draft the contract and complete the transaction as quickly as possible."

"Also…" Luke continued down his "shopping list."

"I need a property in Los Angeles itself, budget no more than thirty million dollars. Modern style, good location, high privacy, preferably with smart ho systems and security."

"Screen so high-quality listings for as soon as possible. I want to view them in person. I hope we can finalize sothing before August."

"No problem, Mr. Luke. We are very familiar with Los Angeles's high-end real estate market."

"Additionally," Luke tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, "I'm personally very interested in firearms and shooting. If possible, I'd like to own a compliant gun store along with a large outdoor shooting range. You can take your ti looking, but it has to be solid."

Finally, he looked at Bruce: "And last but most important — I don't want the funds in my account sitting idle."

"I'm willing to allocate one hundred million dollars to your Citibank private banking investnt team for managent. My requirents are simple: primary goal is capital preservation with minimal risk of loss; second, try to at least beat inflation. You professionals decide the specific portfolio and strategy. Just report to regularly."

This string of instructions — from tens of millions in real estate and land, to a hobby gun store and range, to a hundred-million-dollar investnt mandate — ca out like machine-gun fire.

Not only did it leave Mia and the other two girls stunned, even the experienced Bruce couldn't help breathing a little faster.

He quickly recorded everything on his tablet, inwardly overjoyed.

Once these deals went through, the scale of assets under his managent would jump another level, and his performance and commissions would be enormous!

This young Eastern tycoon not only had money — he also had clear "ideas" and decisive action!

"Mr. Luke, your requirents are very clear! I will imdiately arrange everything and assemble a dedicated service team to execute each item!" Bruce promised, barely containing his excitent.

That evening, to vent the "nouveau riche" excitent of the past few days and celebrate the initial plans being set, Luke chartered a luxury yacht. He took the three Arican sweethearts out of Santa Monica harbor and sailed into the Pacific under the twilight sky.

The sea breeze was cool, the stars brilliant.

On board there was fine wine, exquisite food, and soft music.

Alcohol, night scenery, the ocean, and the passionate beauties surrounding him let Luke temporarily set aside all calculations and caution. He threw himself fully into this lavish celebration.

Mia clung tightly to him, staking her claim. Alexandra and Jennifer, emboldened by the wine, drew even closer, teasing and dancing with abandon.

On the sofa at the stern deck, Luke lounged half-reclined, watching the distant city lights and the glittering sea nearby. His left arm held the slightly tipsy Mia leaning against his shoulder, while his right hand was held by Jennifer, who had sohow squeezed over and placed it on her smooth thigh.

Alexandra sat on a low stool opposite, her long legs dazzlingly white under the lights, smiling at him with a wine glass in hand.

Amid the lively music, the scent of desire and money drifted on the sea breeze.

His stage on Blue Star had only just been properly set with the injection of this massive fortune.

How he would perform on this stage, balance all the relationships, and achieve his goals would be an even more severe test ahead.

But for now, he simply wanted to enjoy this brief mont of unrestrained pleasure bought with money and luck.

Now that he had money, the "marriage-ending line" could no longer touch him!