Chapter 13: Good and Bad Coexists

Soon after Henry had left, a man opened the door and entered the private room.

"Bob Tennyson, Brother!" All of the men and women in the box stood up as soon as the man appeared.

Stephen, who strolled out from behind the table with a pleasing expression, shouted excitedly: "Brother Bob, I didn't expect you to toy with your face like that, Anna , come on, this is the brother I always tell you about. Please welcome Brother Hao."

When Anna heard Brother Bob's name, She knew what was going on.

Bob Tennyson is the son of George Tennyson, a well-known real estate magnate in the city with hundreds of millions of pounds in holdings. Bob Tennyson's father owns a number of well-known structures in the city. Stephen 's father is likewise reliant on him. He only became wealthy after taking over the project from Bob Tennyson's father.

She hurriedly stroked her hair with her hand, walked in front of Bob Tennyson, and obediently said, "Bob"

"Happy birthday, a small fresh idea," Bob Tennyson said as he presented the bag to Anna.

Anna accepted the bag and lowered his gaze.

"Have you seen Gucci's new bag?"

Her eyes widened unexpectedly.

Bob Tennyson stated matter-of-factly, "I bought this the day before yesterday when I travelled to France with my father to get it. It isn't worth anything. Anna is not someone I dislike."

"You don't believe it's worthwhile. It costs between 20,000 and 30,000, Brother Hao. Brother Hao, you are very great!" Anna exclaimed with glee.

"For us, 20,000 to 30,000 is a big money. It's meaningless to Brother Hao. We'll have to endure for many years with just Kang's Denton."

"That's true, who is Brother Bob, let's split it half and half." Brother Bob developed the urban construction in the southern capital, and I will ask him to look after him in the future. Don't forget a couple brothers if there's anything excellent."

Although the few people in the house have acceptable family conditions, they are still insufficient in comparison to Bob Tennyson's son, a real estate mogul with a net worth of hundreds of millions of pounds.

"It's simple to discuss. It is insignificant if you have something to help you in the future, even if you speak."

Bob Tennyson accepted Stephen 's invitation to sit in the chair while enjoying everyone's compliments.

"Who is this, the present is so clever, and the one who gave me a thermos in the summer?"

Bob Tennyson smiled as he took up the box of the thermos on the table.

Suddenly, the entire crowd burst out laughing.

Anna blushed and murmured, "I'm sorry." "Don't make fun of me, Brother Bob. This was sent by a regular buddy. I've already turned people away."

At the same time, she secretly regretted it in her heart. It's a disgrace in front of Brother Bob, so throw it out.

"Are you an ordinary friend?" Bob Tennyson instantly grimaced and reached into the box.

Immediately after, he stood in the box, touched it with his palm, and drew out a piece of golden silk.

"Why is this stuff still around? What kind of celebratory motto, such as wealth and success, is not written?" With a frown, Anna stated.

"Can you tell me where the cup is?" Bob Tennyson inquired in a strange tone, his gaze fixed on the silk wool in his hand.

"Fall." Anna expressed his displeasure.

"Did you do it?" "You dropped the cup in the box?" Bob asked, surprised.

"Yes, but why do you preserve this type of street stall? He has the face to buy it, but I lack the face to put it to use." Anna expressed his displeasure.

Bob Tennyson also spotted the broken thermos mug on the floor behind him at this time.

"Why are you so interested in this thermos mug, Bob? A roadside stall will set you back more than ten pounds. If you like it, I'll give you ten and personally deliver it to you. What do you think?" Said Anna, half-jokingly.

"What do you know, Bob is a rich boy. When was the last time he saw such low-cost goods? People are living their lives." The girl in the black dress laughed as well.

"Do you think this is just a regular thermos mug?" Bob Tennyson shook his head, "This is a Poly Motors cup."

"What are poly motors?" Anna was taken aback, "What Poly car dealers, car dealers? "Is that it?"

From the side, Stephen said: "Poly Auto is the largest auto dealer in our Southern Metropolis, as far as I know. There are hundreds of thousands of ordinary models available, as well as millions of Bentley Rolls-Royces. All types of cars are available, and my Aurora was purchased there."

Bob Tennyson nodded, looking at the thermos cup fragments in his hand, and said, "This cup is a Poly Motors Mercedes-Benz commemorative model." Although it appears to be ordinary, the cup body is of the highest quality. The high-end carbon fibre materials used in the interiors of Mercedes-Benz vehicles are not commercially available. Only when a Mercedes-Benz model worth more than 1.5 million pounds is purchased at Poly Auto will the auto dealer provide a cup like this for free."

"One hundred and one. A million and a half?" Anna widened her eyes and exclaimed, "I can't believe it!" "Impossible, he's a jerk who can't even afford a Mercedes-Benz car logo. Where can I get such a high-priced one? Bob, did you mistake? Aside from that, there's a Mercedes-Benz thermos mug with a tea filter in it..."

Bob Tennyson raised his head and smiled dismissively at Anna.

"Our country currently has the world's largest market for Mercedes-Benz vehicles, and the top luxury car market is more than half occupied by Our country. As a result, the German Mercedes-Benz product department has designed such a cup for the tea-drinking habits of wealthy. Their research on customer needs, only you can think of, nothing they can't do."

Huh?

Anna was taken aback and looked at Stephen.

Isn't this the cup that Henry sent you? He is a wealthy man who is admired by the turtles.

Bob Tennyson triumphantly declared, seeing that everyone still didn't believe it: "To be honest, my father only mentioned the Mercedes Benz S at Poly Motors about a month ago. The cups provided by car dealers are identical to this one. It's now in my living room. If you don't believe me, go ahead and compare it to this cup."

Anna was a moron.

Is it true that Henry purchased a car?

Or how about a million or two million Mercedes-Benz?

If she killed it, she couldn't believe it.

Even Stephen opened his mouth several times but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I can't tell you, Anna, you have such a tyrant's friend, this kind of Mercedes-Benz limited edition customised gift, if you give it to you, this person is not easy."

Bob Tennyson said thoughtfully.

"It's not possible!" I'm not sure why, but the more Bob Tennyson behaves like this, the hotter Anna feels.

"How can that stinky dick afford such a pricey car? It's not possible! Oh, I see! He must have gone to Poly Motors and stolen this water cup! This must be the case!"

Anna roared loudly. He sneered after that.

"I had no idea he was capable of such heinous behaviour. Do you know anyone from Poly Motors, Bob? Please get in touch with me. I want this jerk to go to prison and be completely destroyed!"

Bob Tennyson nodded thoughtfully after Anna's words.

He knew almost all of the wealthy second-generation generations in the Southern Capital. He'd never heard of the person Anna mentioned.

"So, I'll call the dealer's manager later, and you can ask yourself, but whatever the outcome, don't mention my name. I'll be picking up a Range Rover over there in a few days; otherwise, it's not Convenience."

"Bob mentions a Range Rover, how cool." The girl in the black dress immediately expressed envy.

"It's just over a million, and it's still a little worse than my dad's car," Bob Tennyson said triumphantly.

"But that's also more than one million, so Bob, don't forget to mention it. Take a spin in the car." The woman in the black dress leaned forward, wanting to press her breast against the other person's body.

The next topic of conversation centred on Bob Tennyson's impending purchase of a Land Rover Range Rover. The thermos that Henry sent became a joke and was quickly forgotten.

Henry exited the box and smoked outside the elevator.

He knew what he looked like, and if Santiago saw him, he'd rush to Stephen 's group of people for theory.

"Forget it; doing more is preferable to doing less. Today is the day I finally let go of Anna, and I don't have to think about it anymore."

Henry snatched the cigarette butt and pushed the light elevator. Someone behind him suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Molly?"

Henry turned his head and stared in surprise at the little Lolita who appeared in front of him.

Molly is very attractive.

Petite face and exquisite facial features, wearing a self-cultivation British school uniform, slender and well-proportioned legs wrapped in pure black stockings, between the stockings and the skirt revealing a small curd-like thigh, walking from a two-dimensional animation Coming out is a stunning young lady.

The worst part is that she is clearly 19 years old, but she still has the child face that drives countless guys insane.

"Why, because I was mocked by my ex-girlfriend and desperately wanted to find her mother?"

Henry could see Molly's eyes were angry, though she didn't know if she was taunting herself on purpose.

"Ok."

Henry didn't know what to say; he hadn't expected to see Molly again, let alone on this particular occasion.

The elevator arrived at this point.

Henry turned and proceeded into the elevator, but he suddenly felt his arm being seized. He couldn't help but be dragged out of the elevator if he didn't take any precautions.

"Are you not only cowardly, but also lacking in manners?"

Molly Qian, Henry, gripping his arm, snapped: "What is your relationship with, say what you know?"

"Of course, I have to know everything. You placed a thermos in the box next to you and presented it to your ex-girlfriend. You not only didn't appreciate it, but you also shattered the one you gave it to. You wouldn't dare to say no?"

Molly stared with her gorgeous eyes.

It was now Henry's time to be silent.

This kind of item was hit by Molly, I didn't expect my idea to be so back.

Those that are truly excellent do not spread; but, things that are truly awful spread thousands of kilometres.

"So, what brings you back?"

Henry was aware of it. Molly's rage was not aimed at herself. The three words "unhappy" were written on her face from the minute she appeared.

"Well, that's up to you." Molly gave him a blank stare before raising her head and asking, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Fortunately, it's..." Henry hesitated for a moment.

He was going to say Santiago. They were still waiting below, but Molly clearly didn't have the patience, so she grabbed Henry's arm and pushed herself into the elevator.

"Go, I'd want to invite you to a drink."