Chapter 27 Female streamer

Back at the wedding reception, Berloff Reed was distracted, waiting for the event to end. As soon as it did, he went straight to Bruno to say goodbye.

Bruno looked shocked. "Berloff, with so many beautiful ladies serving you food and drinks, you still want to leave?"

Berloff gave a calm smile. "I have something urgent to take care of. Miss Emily and the others will help drive the luxury cars back for me. Bye!"

With that, Berloff grabbed the keys to his Porsche 918 and sped away from the wedding venue.Many of the girls at the reception finally realized who Berloff was—the legendary young Wealth Titan. They were filled with regret.

"Oh my gosh, so he's the owner of those seven luxury cars!"

"No wonder those female sales reps from the dealership were all over him. Those shameless women!"

"If I had known, I would have gone over to chat with him."

"Missing this golden opportunity means it'll be nearly impossible to see him again. I'm so mad at myself.""Bruno, you're so bad for keeping this a secret from us..."

"Exactly! Hand over his contact info, or we'll never forgive you!"

Soon, a group of young women surrounded Bruno, demanding Berloff's phone number and social media details.

As Berloff drove his Porsche 918 to the Silk City East Pier, his phone buzzed with a flood of friend requests on his social media.

"Why are so many people adding me as a friend? This is ridiculous... must be those annoying salespeople!" Berloff Reed glanced at his phone and then put it away,heading toward the yacht docking area at the pier.

To be honest, Berloff had only seen luxury yachts worth millions of euros in movies before. Back in the day, he thought luxury yachts were even more prestigious than supercars, something only the ultra-rich could afford.

After all, you could drive a supercar around the city every day, making it somewhat practical. But a luxury yacht? You usually only had time to take it out on weekends, and it spent most of the year sitting idle, requiring maintenance. Only those with substantial wealth and leisure could afford such a toy.Berloff's guess was spot on. As he walked into the "Silk City Yacht Club," he noticed that every member was a well-known local millionaire.

When the receptionist saw Berloff's registration information, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Wow, Mr. Berloff, your Azimut 53 is the top-tier yacht in our club's flybridge category."

"Your yacht is currently docked in Area B. Here are the transfer documents and related paperwork. Let me take you there."

The flirtatiously dressed receptionist gave Berloff a suggestive look.

"No need, just give me the documents. I'll find my way," Berloff replied, unfazed.

Though the receptionist was trying to be seductive, she didn't hold a candle to Emily or Mariana. She didn't interest Berloff at all.

"Uh..." The receptionist's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment.

"Mr. Reed, yachts are different from cars. The layout and controls are completely different. Are you sure you don't need me to go up and give you a tour?"

"I'm quite familiar with various models of flybridge yachts."

"We could have a thorough discussion in the spacious master bedroom of the yacht."

The receptionist, Brianna, bit her red lips lightly and bent down deliberately, letting her neckline dip to reveal a tempting cleavage.

"Ahem!" Berloff coughed twice and waved his hand. "Thank you for your kindness."

"But I'm very familiar with the Azimut 53 yacht, so there's no need for you to trouble yourself."

When the system issued the reward, it also transmitted all the knowledge about controlling a flybridge yacht into Berloff's mind and automatically granted him a global yacht driving license.In other words, Berloff was now very skilled at operating yachts, his technique rivaling that of the best drivers.

"Alright then," Brianna reluctantly handed the yacht keys to Berloff, watching as the young millionaire left the yacht club.

When Berloff arrived at the dock, he saw over a dozen flybridge yachts parked there.

The most eye-catching one was a white, boot-shaped yacht.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the Azimut 53 that the system had rewarded him with.

From a distance, the yacht looked luxurious and grand, with a futuristic design. The soft sofas and wooden tables and chairs on the flybridge added a touch of relaxed comfort.

Berloff Reed smiled dreamily, thinking, "Just imagine inviting a few beautiful ladies in bikinis, taking this yacht out to the open sea, riding the waves, and partying all night. How carefree and enjoyable that would be."

"Most rich kids just have fun in their cars, but I'll be having fun on the sea!"

As Berloff's mind wandered through various vivid and exciting scenes, he heard two light footsteps approaching.

Two identical twins in white bikinis, each holding a selfie stick, rushed past Berloff and headed straight for the Azimut 53 yacht.

"Hey everyone, look! This is the Azimut, ranked as one of the top ten most popular yacht brands in the world!"

"That's right, this flybridge yacht is the best-selling 53 series from Azimut. Many young European royals choose this yacht for their sea adventures. It's like the Rolls-Royce of yachts."

"This Azimut 53 is about 52 feet long and 16 feet wide, with a top speed of 31 knots. It can carry 12 people, making it perfect for family and friends to go out to sea, relax,fish, or throw a party."

"Hehe, but if you don't have over a million euros in your bank account, you'll just have to admire it from afar like us."

Seeing the twins chattering away into their phone cameras, Berloff realized they were internet influencers. With their delicate features and stunning figures, combined with the twin gimmick, they probably had a significant following.

Thinking of this, Berloff smiled and quickly stepped forward.

"Excuse me, ladies, are you online streamers?"Jasmine and Trista turned to look at Berloff and both gave him a sweet smile.

The identical sweet faces left Berloff Reed momentarily stunned.

Oh my gosh!

No wonder some wealthy folks enjoy the company of twins; this double dose of beauty was hard to resist!

"Hey there, you must be the maintenance guy for the yacht club, right?" Jasmine, the older sister, asked with a charming smile.

"By the way, could you tell our livestream viewers how old the owner of this yacht is?" she inquired."Hehe, I bet the yacht owner is definitely over forty!" Trista, the younger sister, said, resting her delicate, jade-like hand under her chin, looking particularly adorable.

"An Azimut 53 costs over a million dollars, and the annual maintenance runs into the tens of thousands."

"Only someone with substantial financial resources, typically a middle-aged person, could afford such a luxurious yacht."

Berloff was utterly confused.

When did I turn forty?

Do I really look that old?