Actually, there was no need for such a grand gathering, but Richard and his friends were intrigued when they saw Mavi's ceramic Bugatti sports car. Their curiosity got the better of them, and they ca over to take a closer look.
"Hello, Mr. Mavi. Welco to Paris, it's a pleasure to et you!" Richard took the initiative to shake Mavi's hand. However, as they exchanged a few pleasantries, his gaze kept drifting toward the Bugatti in front of him.
"Mr. Mavi, I've never seen this model before. If you don't mind asking, which company produced this car?" Richard and his friends gathered around the car, examining it closely.
These car enthusiasts had been in the scene for years, yet they had never encountered such an aggressive and dominating supercar. Moreover, judging by the body material, it seed to be made of so special kind of ceramic.
Just like Amur had reacted before, Richard and his friends beca more fascinated the longer they looked at the car. The more they admired it, the more they genuinely fell in love with it.
"Bugatti," Mavi answered casually, noticing that everyone was asking about his car. He was beginning to think he might as well buy a sports car company for fun in the future. After all, once the dot-com bubble crisis settled, his investnts in Amazon, Google, and VGuest would take off. Their market values would skyrocket day by day.
In another couple of years, once they went public, they would beco three unstoppable money-making machines, propelling his net worth into the billions, possibly even hundreds of billions.
"Bugatti? Does Bugatti even have this model? Is it a successor to the EB 110?" Richard asked in confusion.
"Sothing like that. It's a modified version of the Bugatti EB 110," Mavi replied nonchalantly. He wasn't here to show off his car today—he was here for the party.
Since this was their first ti eting Mavi, Richard and the others didn't want to press him for too many details. Instead, they made a ntal note about the modification and moved on, enthusiastically inviting Mavi to join their bikini party.
"Haha! My friend, your car modification is absolutely stunning!" Richard complinted Mavi while leading him toward the poolside garden. Then, raising his voice, he addressed the bikini-clad won in the pool. "Ladies! Let introduce you to Mr. Mavi, all the way from Russia!"
As soon as he finished his introduction, several beautiful won, clearly interested in Mavi, giggled and waved at him. "Hi, Mr. Mavi~" they called out flirtatiously.
Mavi scanned the pool filled with stunning won—there were at least 30 of them. Each one had long, flowing hair, youthful beauty, fair skin, and long legs. It was clear they were of the highest quality.
To most n, these models and beauties were like goddesses. But to a billionaire like Mavi, they didn't hold quite the sa appeal—he was simply surrounded by too many of them.
"Mavi, my brother, there are plenty of empty rooms upstairs—you know what I an." Amur, dressed in a white robe, held a blonde beauty in his left arm and a cocktail in his right hand. He winked at Mavi and continued, "This is a party—don't hold back. Just have fun and enjoy yourself."
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