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Shen Liya coldly nodded at Pox, her gaze still sharp and icy. She then turned to Andaro, her tone carrying an undeniable authority. "Mr. Andaro, don't forget what I reminded you." A slight smile played on her lips, laced with a hint of mockery, before she turned to the crowd and said, "I will take my leave now. Enjoy yourselves."
Upon hearing Shen Liya's words, Andaro immediately wore a respectful expression, lowering his head slightly and responding submissively, "Yes, yes, Ms. Shen, you can rest assured."
Without casting another glance, Shen Liya turned and left with her entourage of bodyguards. Her steps were graceful and unhurried, reminiscent of a coldly elegant queen. The bodyguards followed closely behind her, exuding an imposing aura that seemed to send a chill through the space in her wake. As Shen Liya and her guards departed, the oppressive atmosphere in the corner of the banquet eased significantly; the air felt lighter as the hidden tension gradually dissipated.
Andaro watched Shen Liya's figure disappear at the entrance of the banquet hall before letting out a long sigh of relief. A relaxed and triumphant smile quickly spread across his face, making him appear much lighter in spirit. He turned to Pox with an expression of surprise, grabbing his shoulder excitedly while lowering his voice but brimming with enthusiasm and praise. "Kid, you're really something! You managed to get the daughter of the CEO of Shengluo Electronics—impressive!"
He leaned in closer, a hint of ambiguous amusement on his face, his eyes glinting with envy and pride as if Pox's "achievement" had added to his own prestige. "When did this start? You even brought her here, huh?" He lowered his voice further, his eyes filled with keen interest and a knowing satisfaction as if Pox's ability to "attach" himself to such a woman reflected well on him.
Pox's cheeks flushed instantly as he hurriedly tried to explain himself. "No... it's not like that, Uncle Andaro..."
However, Andaro laughed heartily, completely disregarding Pox's explanation as he slapped him on the back with considerable force. "No need to say more; Uncle understands! You're young!" The force of the slap nearly made Pox stumble as he gritted his teeth in patience, wearing a helpless smile.
Andaro's laughter echoed in the corner of the banquet hall, seemingly lightening the atmosphere in that shadowy area. Meanwhile, Anna stood quietly nearby, observing the scene while calculating her next steps.
Andaro subtly waved at several men not far away; his gesture was discreet yet practiced—like a long-established signal. The men immediately understood and began calling out softly from behind them. Soon after, a throng of women surged toward Andaro's corner like a tide. These women were dressed extravagantly, deliberately swaying their slender waists as they approached, their skirts gently swaying and exuding allure. Their eyes sparkled with either greed or cunning as they cast enticing glances at Andaro and those beside him; every smile and glance seemed laden with ulterior motives aimed at capturing a man's attention.
The women's makeup was exquisite like works of art; their vibrant red lips shone under the lights, dazzling all who beheld them. Their outfits varied widely—some hugged their curves tightly while others revealed fair shoulders or long legs—all perfectly showcasing sensual lines and elegant postures. They wore flawless smiles that masked ambitions and indifference beneath but could not conceal their practiced allure.
Most of these women hailed from the entertainment industry or other special circles and were well-versed in this realm. Even though they knew Andaro's greedy nature and understood his methods and demeanor, they maintained impeccable professional poise in such a banquet setting when faced with powerful figures like him. Their smiles were stiff yet perfect; deep within their gazes flickered desire as if they had grown accustomed to being tools for pleasing and satisfying others in this power game—no matter how humble or hypocritical.
Andaro surveyed his surroundings with an expression full of pride and enjoyment as if he were presiding over a feast meant solely for him. He pulled Pox close again, giving him another hearty pat on the shoulder while whispering with laughter. "Kid, don’t be shy! Enjoy yourself tonight; let loose!"
Pox's smile was tinged with stiffness and reluctance, masking his inner resistance and unease. He took a small step back, but was quickly pulled in by Andaro's arm, unable to escape, and could only force a smile to match Andaro's "good intentions."
The women, seeing Andaro's excitement, gathered around him. Some pressed close, speaking in sweet, flirtatious tones as they lightly brushed against his arm, while others leaned against Pox, pretending to be deeply interested in him, their glances filled with seduction. A few deliberately grazed his arm with their hands, laughing as they tossed out ambiguous remarks, their voices sweet and soft, as if performing a social act rehearsed countless times.
Andaro wore a smug smile on his face, unabashedly placing his hand on the waist of one of the women beside him, even boldly holding their hands in his own while whispering lewd comments, showing no restraint in his appraisal and teasing of their bodies. His eyes gleamed with unabashed desire, as if he were a king indulging himself in this game, treating these women like mere playthings and relishing their respectful and submissive demeanor.
Meanwhile, Anna stood aside, observing everything with a cold gaze. There was not a hint of emotion in her eyes; she remained calm to the point of being detached, as if this intertwining drama of power and money had nothing to do with her. The slight curl of her lips held a trace of disdain, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized the farce unfolding before her.
Before long, Pox found himself surrounded by the laughter and soft whispers of the women, while Anna was inadvertently pushed out of the circle. The women moved gracefully, gently yet calculatingly separating her from Pox, creating an almost imperceptible "barrier." Anna was not surprised; she understood the arrangement behind it all and knew it must have been Andaro's idea. She had noticed that from the moment she entered the banquet hall, Andaro's gaze had never left her. Rather than feeling slighted by this exclusion, Anna secretly reveled in it, grateful that Andaro was making her task easier.
Andaro's plump hand reached out in a mock gentlemanly manner as he bent slightly forward with a broad smile. "Miss Anna," he said with an undertone of veiled aggression and greedy glimmer in his eyes, "would you do me the honor of chatting with me?" Despite her deep-seated disgust for him, Anna maintained a perfect smile, suppressing the urge to refuse as she lightly placed her hand on Andaro's palm, pretending to be completely unguarded.
Andaro's hand felt thick and clammy; as soon as Anna's fingers brushed against his palm, he yanked her toward the sofa beside him. Though his actions appeared warm on the surface, they carried an unmistakable desire for control—as if he intended to keep Anna firmly within his grasp. He leaned in close with a friendly smile that bore both pride and sleaziness.
"Miss Anna," he said with narrowed eyes and a greasy tone laced with feigned tenderness, "what do you like to eat?" His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before sweeping over her figure as if he were scrutinizing every detail. Internally scoffing at him while maintaining her perfect smile on the outside, Anna replied softly and humbly, "Anything is fine; I’m quite easygoing." Her tone was gentle and accommodating, which only pleased Andaro further.
Upon hearing her response, Andaro immediately turned to a nearby attendant with an air of confidence and satisfaction. "Come! Prepare the finest wine and bring some exquisite snacks. Also, make sure no one disturbs us." The attendant nodded quickly and left promptly as if already accustomed to fulfilling this boss’s demands.
Andaro then turned back to Anna with a smile that hinted at self-satisfaction. "These treats are all prepared for you, Miss Anna. I hope you will enjoy them." His large hand gently patted the back of Anna's hand with an undeniable forcefulness in his gaze filled with control and possession—as if this beauty before him were already his prize.
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