Chapter 213: Grace’s Shock!
Grace’s Office
After sucking her clit and finger-fucking her with a bloom of Paradise Embrace.
Smooch! Smooch!
Sitting on Grace’s office chair, their lips locked as she sat on his lap. Supporting his hand against her boobs, she let out intimate, erotic moans.
"Ahhhhh! Hummmmm!"
Miles wrapped his other arm behind her back.
It wasn’t known how long had passed since they went at it, but the two later stopped, letting a tranquil silence fill the room once more as they absorbed each other’s embrace.
"...So your dick doesn’t work right now, huh?"
After mulling over what he said when she begged him to fuck her with his cock, she finally brought herself to ask, a rare smile stretching across her lips. She was obviously holding back her intent to laugh.
"Yeah, funny, huh?" Miles mused. He still had two drops of aphrodisiac, so he wasn’t too worried about using it later if his dick still didn’t want to rise. As for using it now, Miles didn’t even think about it; in fact, it was now considered a last resort.
"It’s good to know you’re human and also get exhausted," Grace said softly, rubbing his chest with a smile.
Miles nodded, letting the silence brew before talking again.
"Oh alright, I have something to discuss. It’s business," he said with a serious tone that made Grace lift her head from his shoulder and stare at his face.
"Business?" she asked in confirmation, her voice curious upon realizing he was serious.
"Hmm." Miles nodded with a hum. "Ever thought of expanding your business to something perhaps bigger? Grand and renowned?"
’What’s he playing at?’
With this thought, Grace stood up from his body. Completely nude, she stretched her hand behind her and leaned against the edge of his desk.
"Yes, why not? I have always looked for ways for my business to grow," she said, her eyes locked on him with a serious look. "What are your plans? Business goal? Strategy? How much is your budget?"
Hearing these words, Grace became speechless and stunned. She tried to read his expression but failed. With a sense of premonition in her heart, she chose her next words carefully.
"Expand the salon’s expertise. Refurnish the aesthetics. Upgrade the equipment and promote the brand. A five-hundred-thousand budget."
Miles stared at her, speechless and bewildered, then he said the words that left Grace dumbstruck.
"Is that it?"
The room fell silent. Grace blinked twice. Eventually, she managed to speak again.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"Hahaha." Miles laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I’m just surprised..." Pausing, he continued with a serious tone. "First, let’s upgrade your dreams. I want to invest in you."
Staring at Grace’s surprised expression, he smirked.
"Don’t worry, I am no Good Samaritan either. Let me tell you my investment plan. You see this place?—" He raised his index finger and waved it in a circle mid-air, a ’sum it all up’ gesture. "—Crush it and trash it from your imagination. Think of something bigger. Let me start with the first rule of marketing... packaging.
"Just like many people, you know this concept but don’t know how to utilize it. The wealthy need to feel special doing something those who have less can also afford, but in a different package. It’s also called having standards. Growing up, I’m sure everyone has standards for how they live their lives, things they want, and how they want people to see them. But without the strength to enforce these things against harsh reality, many end up breaking and joining the majority. The swarm, they call it..."
Seeing Grace’s expression turn strange, Miles made a pausing gesture.
"Hold on, listen to where I’m heading before you think I’m losing it. My point here is that for this investment plan to work, we have to set standards and also have the strength to enforce them on everyone else through packaging.
"Here is the plan. I need you to rent a whole building in the city center. One with steady traffic that particularly stands out from the other buildings. The minimum requirement should be at least 8 floors. Hire the best interior and exterior designers you can find. Renovate the style and concept into something mainstream—something grand, majestic, and extravagant. Exclude some areas and apply a Gen-Z touch. Look for trending social media stars and have them endorse the establishment. Hold nothing back; hire the best people for every specific detail. That’s the first step of the plan for now. Oh yeah, also give influencers with a fanbase above 50k a 50% discount on our services. Hiring elites and skilled employees is up to you."
Just as Grace was about to conclude that Miles had lost his senses, he raised two fingers.
"I’ll give you two million dollars as a start-up. If it isn’t enough, let me know."
"Ehn?" Grace opened her mouth with a shocked yelp, unwilling to believe her ears. "Are you serious?" she blurted with budding excitement.
"Do I sound like a joke?" Miles rebutted.
’Well, it kinda sounds like it,’ Grace thought, flashing him a bright smile.
"What’s your account limit?" Miles asked right away.
"Ten million," Grace swiftly replied, staring at him deeply with an eager expression.
"Good, call it out."
With the system having created an account for him, Miles didn’t need to operate his phone to make the payment. By simply filling in the details in his mind, he willed the amount to be sent.
In the silent office, a distinct bell notification sounded.
Ding!
Grace promptly turned her head toward the floor—right beneath the desk where her phone had been swept earlier by Miles. Leaning down, she picked it up, while he wished his dick would awaken and fuck her in that position.
Grace grabbed her phone and slowly arched back up. There, on her lock screen, a single notification suddenly dazzled brightly:
[You’ve received $2,000,000 from XXXX...]
"Are you kidding me?"
AN: Will soon switch back to 1 daily chap
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