leonardwarren Chapter 66: Kim, from a multinational conglomerate, concealed his identity to experience life, but e
Chapter 66: Kim, from a multinational conglomerate, concealed his identity to experience life, but e
Lin Xian leaned back on the leather sofa, his gaze fixed on the girl huffing and puffing as she climbed the hill behind the house in the holographic surveillance footage.
The girl was wearing a tattered windbreaker, with two streaks of black ash deliberately smeared on her face, and carrying a shampoo-white canvas bag.
She put on a pitiful act of being a down-on-her-luck backpacker, but her acting was so bad that even the mutated macaw in the manor couldn't fool her.
Lin Xian put down the chilled watermelon juice in his hand and his gaze fell on her left wrist, which had been exposed as she climbed.
The Patek Philippe limited edition Starry Night mechanical watch, set with a full circle of pink diamonds, shimmered with a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.
This watch is limited to only three pieces worldwide, and the starting price is enough to buy two river-view villas with gardens in Shanghai.
Ye Xiu, squatting at the entrance of the computer room, held a bowl of instant noodles, stared at the luxury watch on the screen, and couldn't help but smack his lips.
"Boss, are beggars this rich these days? Why don't we just kidnap her and demand a ransom?"
Lin Xian yawned, then casually grabbed a cushion and threw it at Ye Xiu's head, annoyed that he was disturbing his enjoyment of the show.
He gave instructions to the communicator outside the door.
"Ru Shuang, go to the back mountain and bring that stray cat that's climbing the wall in. Don't let her trample our newly planted mutant watermelon seedlings."
Liu Rushuang was resting against a pillar, holding an ancient bronze sword, when she received the order to step on the hilt and leap into the air.
In less than two minutes, the girl in the tattered windbreaker was dragged into the floating living room by Liu Rushuang, like a chick being pinched by the scruff of its neck.
The girl's name is Isabella. She is the sole heiress of North America's largest multinational conglomerate and grew up in a castle paved with gold bricks.
In order to seize the business market, the old men in her family forced her to marry a fat, bloated old man from Wall Street.
She took advantage of the bodyguard's inattention and jumped out of the window to escape, pretending to be poor and pitiful all the way to the countryside of China to avoid trouble.
Isabella collapsed onto the carpet with a thud, covering her face with her hands, and two realistic tears welled up in her eyes.
"What a kind person! I've been lost in these mountains for three days. Please give me a bite to eat."
She peeked at Lin Xian's reaction through her fingers, thinking that the village chief in his floral shorts would be fooled by her superb acting skills.
Lin Xian had no interest in exposing her, and tapped his fingers twice on the table.
"Conditions in my rural area are harsh; there's only simple food and a hard bed. If you can endure the hardship, you can stay."
Isabella was overjoyed, thinking to herself that although the countryside in China was dilapidated, it was the perfect place to hide from her family's pursuit.
She nodded vigorously, patting her mud-covered chest to assure everyone that she could do any kind of farm work.
Lin Xian summoned the smart invisible butler, who led her to a bedroom at the very edge of the guest room area.
Isabella pushed open the door, bracing herself for a leaky roof and moldy blankets.
The spacious and bright room in front of her made her feet feel rooted to the spot.
A faint, calming floral scent wafted through the constant temperature air, and a huge, zero-gravity suspended waterbed sat quietly in the center of the room.
The holographic projector by the bedside is playing soothing underwater sleep videos, and even the nano carpet underfoot is automatically heating up.
Her top-tier North American estate, with hundreds of servants, was less than a public toilet compared to this so-called "country shack."
Isabella swallowed hard, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into the zero-gravity waterbed.
The waterbed's intelligent microwaves instantly enveloped her aching spine, providing a more comfortable experience than having ten top therapists massaging her simultaneously.
She buried her face in the pillow and let out a long, satisfied sigh, not wanting to move a single finger.
When it was time for dinner, Yan Guhong carried a huge white jade plate into the restaurant.
Isabella thought that the so-called simple meals were at most cornbread with pickled vegetables.
The white jade plate contained a whole polar mutated king crab, larger than a washbasin.
Shen Bing used a scalpel to neatly cut the crab shell, revealing the crystal-clear, chilling, top-quality crab leg meat inside.
Next to it was a bowl of mutated rice porridge cooked with deep-sea spring water, each grain of rice radiating a pearl-like luster.
Isabella looked at the heavenly food on the table, and her stomach rumbled loudly.
She didn't care about the etiquette of a chaebol heiress and grabbed a crab leg, stuffing it into her mouth.
The sweet and bouncy crab meat burst on her tongue, and the rich vitality instantly filled her empty stomach.
The air-freighted seafood she usually ate at Michelin three-star restaurants was like rotten mud compared to this piece of crab meat.
Tang Wu waved the testing device around beside her, shaking her head as she watched Isabella wolf down her food.
"The fatigue toxins in this girl's cells are being forcibly flushed out by spiritual energy; she could probably eat two more with that appetite."
Isabella ate three large bowls of rice porridge and was so full that she leaned back in her chair and kept burping.
She looked out the window at the stunning sunset thousands of meters above the sky, then glanced at the man yawning beside her.
She reached into the inside pocket of her down jacket and pulled out a first-class ticket to North America, then tore it to shreds in front of everyone.
White paper scraps fell like snowflakes onto the nano flooring, where they were instantly cleaned up by the robot vacuum.
"I'm not leaving! I'd rather die than go back to that wretched family where we can't even afford a decent meal!"
Isabella clung tightly to the table leg, fearing that Lin Xian would throw her off the mountain.
She turned to look at Su Qinghan, who was sitting opposite her organizing reports, and offered herself up like a salesperson.
"I'm fluent in multiple languages and understand global financial operations. How about I stay by your side as your business assistant?"
Su Qinghan was in dire need of an assistant to handle overseas debts, and he nodded in satisfaction at this highly skilled worker who had been delivered to his door for free.
The sole heir to North America's largest multinational conglomerate willingly became a full-time factory worker in the Qingshui Divine Kingdom.
Hearing the commotion inside the restaurant, Ma Hualong, who was standing guard outside, trembled slightly as he held the goji berry tea in his hand.
His former status as the richest man is becoming less and less valuable; now even daughters of multinational conglomerates are vying for his job.
Village chief Wang Fugui squatted on the threshold, smoking a pipe, looking at the house full of wealthy and powerful migrant workers, his face crinkling with smiles.
The feng shui of this place is good for people, and it can cure all kinds of rebelliousness and the rich and powerful diseases of the city.
The atmosphere at dinner became increasingly lively, and the girls gathered together to chat.
Isabella drank half a cup of the mutated peach blossom wine, and two blushes appeared on her fair face. She also started to talk more.
She patted her chest proudly and told Helen about her glorious days before she ran away from her arranged marriage.
"I have won the beauty pageant in multiple countries, and the princes who pursue me could line up along the Seine."
The moment those words were spoken, the once bustling restaurant fell into an eerie silence.
Xia Anran, who was clearing the dishes, stopped and slammed the porcelain bowl in her hand heavily onto the table.
This girl was already somewhat insecure about her appearance, and she couldn't stand it when others boasted about her beauty in front of her.
Chu Yiyi, once the nation's first love, even smashed her juice glass on the table, spilling juice without bothering to wipe it up.
She's a female celebrity who once won first place in the national "Most Beautiful Face" competition, yet she was outshone by a new foreign girl.
Shen Youran tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear and stared coldly at Isabella's exotic face.
Bai Qianqian's hand holding the drawing board hovered in mid-air as she mercilessly pointed out the minor flaws in Isabella's facial proportions.
Even Liu Rushuang, who usually focuses on practicing swordsmanship, slammed her bronze short sword onto the dining table, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.
Su Xiaoxiao pouted her pink lips, put her hands on her hips, and struck a pose as if she was ready to fight the other party.
The tension in the air instantly intensified, and the girls glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
Isabella belatedly shrank her neck, feeling as if she had fallen into a man-eating spiderweb cave.
Lin Xian sat in the main seat, watching the group of crazy girls who were about to fight, and felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.
He threw the toothpick in his hand into the trash can, just as he was about to tell them to go to the yard and have a duel.