A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 208

“Hooray for Mr. Anderson! Here’s to his longevity!”

“Dang! Vincent is so picky! I want to join ACE membership!”

“I’d like to extend my membership for another two years! Mr. Anderson is dependable!”

The guests were deeply touched and thrilled.

Yoona got a text right away from the sales department informing her that tonight’s turnover was the highest since the store. opened!

Although Vincent was wealthy and affluent, he was not a mindless rich second-generation.

He invited all the guests tonight, seemingly being a spendthrift, but in reality, he gained a wave of favorability, boosting ACE’s popularity and stimulating customer consumption.

It’s like achieving three goals with one shot!

“Too, too wasteful…” Annie lowered her long eyelashes and puckered her lips in embarrassment.

“What? You feel sorry for spending my money?” Vincent raised his eyebrows playfully.

Tonight was a tiring night for the people, all for her sake.

He was happy in it, and hadn’t been so happy for a long time.

He couldn’t decide whether he was attempting to please or gratify himself by being kind to the girl.

Annie blinked her eyes, which were filled with tears, and nodded softly.

“Tsk, interesting. I, Vincent, have so many women who are all eager for me to spend money on them. You actually feel sorry for me.”

Vincent leaned against the railing and turned to glance at her flushed face. His sexy, thin lips revealed a deep and charming smile. “What, you still want to help me with finances in the future? Little one?”

He was drunk right now, and his speech was a bit more muddled.

They stood side-by-side, close together.

Annie didn’t quite comprehend the significance of his words, yet she could unmistakably feel it. The man’s warm breath on the tips of her red ears was both comforting and ticklish, causing her heart to flutter involuntarily and her body to shyly shrug.

“I’m not a bank. I don’t want to be involved in managing your money.”

“It’s not only the bank that can assist me in managing the money sis of vegetable flower.”

Vincent’s thin lips parted, and his chest rose and fell steadily. Reaching out, he tenderly lifted her silky long hair, feeling a deep love for it that he could not bear to part with.

“Why didn’t you put your hair up again? I thought your hairstyle was really nice.”

heart was pierced with a stab of pain, and she averted

fan

aback. “You don’t

hair like water, his

veggies and blooms, but you can consider me the ‘sis of vegetable flower’. You came to my rescue and aided me in finding the

said, her beautiful face raised and

want to me.”

Anything… anything?

heart surged with a dark fire for no apparent reason,

woman, he would have thought this to be a blatant indication

spring trickle that flowed clean and pure

“Mr. Anderson.”

freshly uncorked red wine and two glasses. “This is a fine vintage

placed the wine on the table before departing, shutting the door firmly behind

seeing the wine, Annie licked her lips

want to drink together?” Vincent perceived her musings and

Annie’s eyes were wide and filled with

you enjoy imbibing;

the bushes. He swallowed hard, trying to

had

decanter and poured the wine into the expensive glass. She picked it up and first sniffed it with her small nose, looking like a

color of the wine.

she took a sip and savored the wine patiently, feeling the nuances of the wine in

is a deep purple. The texture is pure, concentrated, and full. The fragrance contains the complicated taste of black fruits, caramel, Mocha and vanilla. A single sip left a

that this sister of vegetable flower not only knew how to draw, but also had a

nightclub for many years. In France and Italy, he had his own private winery, and his

flower, was

had lost interest in playing; instead, they wanted to break into Vincent’s private

a look at my

with mucus and tears, and half of her false eyelashes had come off. “Annie is

for her! When has your brother ever been so devoted and attentive

be good to other people’s sisters… Zoey, I don’t

feigned misery to stir up

she need not have stoked the fire any further. Zoey’s anger was more intense than a blazing mountain. “How can my

In the

throw her expensive toys around, she would cry and complain that she couldn’t find them, yet Vincent would always buy her a new one, even more expensive and better than

bestowed upon her

it was like the

lengths to find a broken toy for Annie, even if it

heart; I can’t even bring myself to contemplate

brother also looks out for that little girl. Now, Mr. Anderson has taken a liking to her and is doting on her… If this continues, not only will I