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Mr. Peralta fell silent with embarrassment.

The two of them had strong auras. It was not his place to say a word.

Pierre walked into the lounge and ordered Mr. Peralta, “Go to my wine cabinet and bring a bottle of red wine here."

Abel replied as soon as Pierre said, "Red wine won't be enough. The alcohol content isn't high enough, Mr. Mallory."

Pierre frowned. Was this guy trying to make him drunk early in the morning?

However, Pierre had heard that Abel was Russian. Thus, he turned around and ordered Mr. Peralta, "Get a bottle of Martell cognac for me."

"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Peralta. He closed the door and went to prepare the liquor for them.

Pierre sat down on the sofa opposite Abel with a cold and haughty look on his face. "Mr. Abel, what can I do for you this time?"

The way Pierre talked to him was considered polite. Although he had no idea about this man's identity and background, he must be capable enough since he was able to steal T Corporation's bidding document.

"Will you believe me if I tell you I'm here to have a drink?" Abel toyed with the cigar in his hands, not lighting it up yet.

"Absolutely not. If you just wanted to have a drink, you'd come looking for me at night, not in the morning," replied Pierre. Drinking at night was much more fun than drinking in the morning.

"Interesting. You're smart." Abel did not really like Pierre, but the enemy's foe was his friend. He knew that well.

Just then, Mr. Peralta brought two snifter glasses and a bottle of Martell cognac into the lounge.

"Mr. Mallory, Mr. Abel, here's the cognac." Mr. Peralta placed the swifter glasses in front of them.

Pierre said, "Serve it to Mr. Abel first."

"Yes, sir." Mr. Peralta poured the cognac into the glasses for them.

Abel looked at the Martell cognac and raised his brows, then he said, "It's good, indeed. I didn't expect you to be so generous." "We're partners. Is there a problem serving my partner with the good stuff?" Pierre asked.

his glass

side

business deals with foreigners. While he was pondering, he did not

watched Mr. Peralta refill Abel's glass. "You

he was not allowed to hear the rest of the conversation. Therefore, he nodded and replied, "Alright, Mr.

took his lighter out after Mr. Peralta left the lounge and asked,

he slowly picked up his glass and took a

slowly, "Honestly, I came here to see your company. I want

you think?" Pierre could sense Abel's

someone who hated Luke to fight against their

but not as good as T Corporation," Abel said honestly, but

the bidding document.

would take far more than a bidding document, but it would take some time

any easier for him to complete the rest

Corporation and ensure Luke

confidence. Have you submitted the bidding document?" Abel asked, reminding him

tomorrow or the

so much money just to read

just reminding you not to underestimate your enemy." Abel looked at the flattering look on Pierre's face. Abel would not have

not have to go to such lengths to spend

seriously. This time, it would

haughty Pierre was.

o'clock in the

the villa,

long sigh of relief. The

sigh too, but Luke was sitting in front of them. They dared not to express their feelings. Even so, their

project for such a long time. It was finally

after he made sure the contents of

claiming that they had already received the bidding document. The organizer then asked

up and stared at the two people in