Chapter 125 The Magnates’ Conclave

After several days of discussions and maneuvering, the Aegis Club, an exclusive gentlemen's retreat, saw Charlie Lee and Jonathan seated opposite one another, savoring Cuban cigars of the highest quality.

"That was a splendid play," Jonathan remarked, exhaling a ring of smoke.

"And thanks to your assistance, Charlie," Jonathan added with a faint smile.

"Is this the moment we toast to our enduring friendship?" Charlie quipped, lifting his glass.

"To friendship," Jonathan agreed. They clinked their glasses in silence, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond formed through mutual gains.

The transfer of assets and influence would take time, requiring Jonathan to deal with resistance within his family. For Charlie, the delay was inconsequential. He knew that this alliance would bring significant benefits, forming a partnership grounded in shared prosperity.

"Our shipyard project is officially underway," Jonathan said, steering the conversation toward business. "Ethan, my trusted confidant, is overseeing operations."

"Ethan's leadership is impressive," Charlie replied, casually swirling incense in the cloisonné yellow tripod copper censer resting on the table. This exquisite artifact had been recovered from the West estate, part of an extensive treasure trove yet to be fully cataloged.

Experts from prestigious museums in Chicago, Philadelphia, and New York were engaged to assess the collection, their astonished evaluations revealing the true value of the relics. Their persistent offers to acquire the artifacts for public display only cemented Charlie's decision to retain the treasures.

"These experts think they can outwit me?" Charlie mused with a sly grin. He had warned his staff to closely monitor the curators—any attempts at theft would lead to dire consequences involving sacks and the Mississippi River.

Jonathan shifted gears. "About the ship, Charlie—are you certain about purchasing it? The deal's complexities might offend powerful figures in Y."

Charlie leaned back, his tone unwavering. "It's just a ship, Jonathan. Two-point-six million dollars is hardly an issue for me."

Jonathan hesitated, then chuckled. "Fair enough. You always have the last word when it comes to money."

"What about the workers?" Charlie asked, redirecting focus. The well-being of the labor force and contractors was a priority for him.

"Ethan personally traveled to Scotland to ensure smooth operations," Jonathan replied, sharing Charlie's concerns.

This venture—a tripartite industrial group—was more than a business for Jonathan. It represented a strategic alliance binding himself, Charlie, and Lawrence together. The venture's success would ensure the shipyard avoided bankruptcy unless all three partners lost interest.

Remarkably, the shipyard already had its first order despite its location being undecided. The commission was for an ambitious vessel: the largest, fastest, and most luxurious cruise ship ever built—the future Queen Mary.

Jonathan laughed ruefully. "These demands feel like a joke, but I suppose it's like waiting for the perfect Christmas gift."

Lawrence, arriving fresh from his work, joined them with a carefree grin. "What are we discussing, gentlemen?"

"The shipyard," Jonathan replied.

"Once it's operational, I'm commissioning a private yacht," Lawrence declared. "I can't wait to indulge in the beauty of the open sea."

"+1," Charlie added with a smirk.

The idea of relaxing on a yacht, surrounded by sun and sea, was irresistible. He envisioned leisurely days with sun-kissed guests in swimsuits, a feast for the senses under the bright sun.

That evening, however, Charlie found himself plunged into a different kind of indulgence.

Mrs. Fowles, the enigmatic Lima, reached out to him with a cryptic invitation: "I'm hosting a party at my home. You'll be the only male guest."

Curiosity piqued, Charlie arrived at her Hebei apartment. Ushered in by a servant, he found Lima entertaining three elegant women over tea.

"Charlie," Lima greeted warmly, leading him to the table. "Let me introduce you."

"This is Madame Seymour, an accomplished equestrian," Lima began.

"Mrs. Bach, an expert golfer," she continued.

"And Mrs. Rahad, a former ballet dancer," she concluded.

The three women regarded Charlie with enigmatic smiles, their well-maintained appearances exuding sophistication. Madame Seymour and Mrs. Bach had flowing brown hair, while Mrs. Rahad's striking silver locks lent her an air of mystery.

"Good afternoon, ladies," Charlie said, maintaining his composure despite their intense gazes.

Lima clapped her hands. "Ladies, let's not keep our guest waiting."

Without further explanation, the women gracefully left for an inner room, leaving Charlie puzzled.

Lima leaned closer. "Come, Charlie. This is my gift to you."

Guiding him down a corridor, she pushed open a door at the end. Charlie was greeted by an unexpected sight—a room exuding sensuality and intrigue.

The decor was unlike anything he had seen before, filled with exotic furnishings that blurred the line between art and indulgence.

Mrs. Bach lounged on a specialized chair resembling a gynecological examination table, her expression playful. Madame Seymour perched atop a saddle horse, mimicking equestrian training. Mrs. Rahad gripped ribbons suspended from ceiling-mounted poles, gracefully warming up with her dancer's poise.

Each woman had exchanged their formal attire for provocative ensembles: gymnastic leotards, stockings, and themed costumes that hinted at their personalities.

"Well, you've got plenty of time to enjoy yourself," Lima whispered, leaving Charlie to his newfound adventure.

What followed was an experience unlike any other, an exhilarating journey into uncharted territory. As the evening progressed, Charlie's initial hesitation gave way to confidence, surprising even his seasoned companions with his adaptability and vigor.

Late into the night, Charlie lay in bed, his arm draped over Lima. Exhausted but exhilarated, he looked over at her with a mix of wonder and disbelief.

"How did you manage all this?" he asked, still processing the evening's events.

"It wasn't easy," Lima admitted with a sly smile. "But like fine cuisine, no one can resist the allure."

Charlie sighed contentedly. "You're going to ruin me."

"No," she said, trailing a finger across his chest. "I'll simply fulfill all your desires, ensuring you experience pleasures beyond imagination."

By now, words were unnecessary. The look in his eyes spoke volumes, and Lima knew she had left an indelible mark on his heart and soul.

As he drifted off to sleep, Charlie couldn't help but marvel at the hedonistic wonders capitalism could offer