yes.

Ikana thought.

Such a person can command 80 billion US dollars, and his net worth is at least tens of billions of US dollars.

A man who is so generous to himself.

As long as you can protect your future life, you can love yourself and your children.

What else can't be tolerated?

At least Ikana would have known that if she hadn't met Abel.

Depending on her own efforts, she may not be able to live her current life before the age of thirty.

The greater possibility is that after she has worked hard for more than ten years, after she is thirty years old.

She may not even be able to live the kind of life she is living now.

The kind of life he is living now, even his father, who has struggled for most of his life, cannot enjoy it as he does now!

"call"

Ikana took a deep breath and let it out gently.

This rational woman has completely convinced herself.

You have done your own mental construction.

At this moment, Ikana heard Abel calling her softly.

"Ikana? Ikana, are you there? If you are, please ask someone to bring a cup of coffee in for me."

It turned out that Abel had ended the call with David Mellon.

But he was still in the small study and didn't come out.

Ikana, who was at the door, quietly took a few steps back and lengthened a certain distance.

Then she responded: "I'm here. Do you want some coffee?"

As she spoke, she walked to the door of the study and showed her signature bright smile to Abel inside.

Abel smiled at her and said:

"Yes. Bring me a cup of coffee. Let Jane do it. Jane can grind coffee better than anyone else."

Jane is a staff member of Rock Security Company... and Ikana's personal bodyguard and personal assistant...

She is Hispanic. She came to the United States when she was fifteen years old. It is said that when she was in Latin America, she had been picking coffee beans in coffee gardens for a long time.

"Okay." Ikana smiled sweetly and asked Jane to make coffee, then she returned to the master bedroom.

This time Ikana saw that Abel was not on the phone, so she walked into the small study openly...

But she saw Abel waving to her, "Come here. Honey, watch TV with me..."

Ikana walked over, and as soon as he got close, he held her hand and was pulled into his arms.

Abel sat on the huge and spacious boss's chair, and Ikana sat on him...

Feeling her plump body, Abel felt very comfortable.

Sitting in his warm arms, Ikana also felt very comfortable.

Many times, hormones attract each other, which makes no sense.

Under this posture, Abel's two big hands.

They are familiar with the roads and have gone where they should go.

Ikana bit her lip slightly and slapped his hand gently, "Be gentle. It's made of flesh, not silicone!"

"Hehe~"

Listening to his satisfied giggle, Ikana also looked at the TV in the small study where Abel was watching.

She discovered that what was playing on the TV was a multinational TV station.

It is an economic channel under the British BBC, and it also speaks English.

What this channel is currently broadcasting is news about Soros’s appearance in the Financial Street of London, England.

"Soros went to London? Is this guy taking any action again?" Ikana said softly.

Soros is too famous in the United States.

"Absolutely. This is a crocodile that does all kinds of evil. It usually lurks in deep water. Once a prey accidentally bleeds, it will attract its prey."

When Ikana heard Abel say this, she couldn't help but grab his right hand.

"It hurts, don't use so much force." She couldn't help but said coquettishly.

Abel followed the good example and relaxed a little.

Ikana breathed a sigh of relief, this is good.

Ikana just wanted to continue discussing Soros's trip to the UK with Abel.

Abel had already picked up the remote control and switched the TV station.

The newly switched channel, Ikana didn’t know what channel it was.

The language inside was also spoken in a language she didn't understand. The station logo was the three letters "NRK", but the characters inside were still white and looked to be from Northern Europe.

"What TV station is this?" Ikana was already a little emotional, and her hands started to move quietly.

She wants revenge.

Her revenge made Abel exhale comfortably and said with a smile:

"This is Norway's NRK TV station. Its full name is Norwegian Radio and Television Company. The voice it speaks seems to be Urdu or Lapp, but I can't understand it anyway."

Ikana's eyes were already as charming as silk, "If you don't understand, then you still read?"

"I originally wanted to call a translator in. But if you come in, what else can you call a translator?"

Abel smiled and said, "That's all. I won't read anymore."

He took action.

Ikana chuckled.

When her bodyguard and personal assistant Jane came in with coffee.

In the master bedroom study of the villa, the movement of great harmony and reproduction of life has already been played.

Ikana's personal bodyguard was not surprised and walked out with the coffee, closing the door at the same time.

Before closing the bedroom door, Jane accidentally overheard the hostess's private words to the male host.

The hostess screamed and said these words.

Her mistress Ikana screamed - "Child. I want child. Give me child. Give me child. Give."

Jane couldn't hear the rest of the words.

The bedroom door is well soundproofed, blocking everything out.

After exiting the master bedroom door, Jane asked two female bodyguards to guard the door of the master bedroom.

No one is allowed to disturb without the boss's order.

Jane herself took the cup of coffee, thought about it, and went to the living room on the first floor.

"Huh? So fast?" In the living room, Paris Hilton, a working-class designer, was still working on a draft.

She saw Jane coming over with coffee and asked curiously.

Paris Hilton just saw Jane going to make coffee. She also wanted to drink the coffee that Jane made, so she asked Jane to get her a cup too.

Jane agreed, but said she had to send it to Abel first before helping Paris rush.

Paris thought she would have to wait at least a while.

I didn't expect it to be ready so quickly.

Jane replied: "This is coffee for BOSS. He doesn't have time to drink it now. Miss Hilton, let me drink it for you."

Paris didn't mind either. She took the coffee from Jian and asked curiously:

"How come Abel doesn't have time to drink? It's still so early, so you don't have to worry about not being able to sleep if you drink coffee."

"That's not the reason." Jane said: "The boss and Miss Ikana are busy now and have no time to drink coffee."

"Oh. Okay. Wait a minute, what are the two of you doing so early? Can I go over and have a look?" Paris Hilton asked subconsciously.

Jane was silent.

When Paris Hilton saw her performance, she immediately understood something.

"Fucking!"

Paris Hilton cursed in her heart.
To be continued...