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.”

was pierced with a stab of pain, and she averted her gaze, her

fan of

taken aback. “You

her hair like water, his heart felt a

consider me the ‘sis of vegetable flower’. You came to my rescue and aided

am thankful to you,” Annie said, her beautiful face raised and

want to me.”

Anything… anything?

no apparent reason, and

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

like a clear spring trickle that flowed clean and

“Mr. Anderson.”

tray with a bottle of freshly uncorked red wine and two glasses. “This is a fine vintage that Young Master

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

wine, Annie licked her lips and her eyes

Vincent perceived her musings

eyes were wide and filled with

that you enjoy imbibing; otherwise,

but then recalled the events of that night in the bushes. He swallowed hard, trying

had not yet diminished.

poured the wine into the expensive glass. She picked it up and first sniffed it

swayed the glass and carefully observed the color of the wine. She was focused like a

savored the wine patiently, feeling the

It’s a White House specialty. The color is a deep purple. The texture is pure, concentrated, and full. The fragrance contains the complicated taste of black

of vegetable flower not only knew how to

In France and Italy, he had his own private winery, and his taste level

vegetable flower, was

instead, they wanted to break into Vincent’s private room and give Annie, that little bitch, a good beating.

a look at my words!”

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

rallied so many people just to locate a teddy bear for her! When has your brother ever been so devoted and attentive to a

sister like you, but he still wants to be good to other people’s sisters… Zoey, I don’t know what you are thinking. I can’t bear it

feigned misery to stir up

did not realise that she need not have stoked the fire any further. Zoey’s anger was more intense than a blazing mountain. “How can my elder brother be like this? He has

In the

that she couldn’t find them, yet Vincent would always buy her

initially believed that her brother had bestowed upon

given, it was like the difference

willing to go to great lengths to find a

it breaks my heart; I can’t even bring myself to