Liam H.L. Hunter, this old guy has been at 324 Buckingham Road in Houston's Dr. District for a long time.

Until about 10 o'clock in the evening.

The patriarch of the Hunter family left with satisfaction.

In the courtyard.

Watching Liam's leaving motorcade.

Abel smiled and said softly to David and Allen standing beside him:

"Look, didn't we just find a crack inside the iron plate that we can get into?"

David smiled slightly and did not answer the boss's words.

Allen responded respectfully: "They themselves are not an iron plate. In fact, even Rockefeller or Morgan can still make cracks appear in them as long as there are enough interests."

"Well said."

Abel smiled and clapped his hands and praised: "That's right, interests. Interests are everything."

"Okay." His voice became softer, "It's already a little late. Let's go back and rest. There is still a lot of work to do in the next few days."

Alan and David have been really busy these days.

It involves the equity and share exchange between two huge consortiums, dozens of large companies, and the negotiation of some terms.

These tasks are mainly coordinated by the Smith Think Group.

Allen is the general manager of Smith Think Group and is responsible for most of its regulatory work.

David in turn oversees the Allen and Smith Brain Group.

During the merger of the two consortiums, they were the busiest.

On the contrary, the other David and Robert were more relaxed and only needed to continue their own work.

"Okay..." David responded with a smile.

As the family steward, David had a room of his own in many of Abel's houses.

Basically, except for going out to do errands, which are usually major events related to Abel's family.

Wherever Abel goes, David Jones is there.

Unlike Allen, Allen usually only appears by Abel's side when Abel has business needs.

Otherwise, Allen usually stays in New York, where the Smith Group is headquartered.

Like now, there are hundreds of people from Smith Think Group, Smith Capital, and Pacific Commercial Bank.

Abel booked two hotels in downtown Houston.

Allen lives in the hotel so he can monitor these staff nearby.

The two cronies left one after another.

After a busy day, Abel also turned back to the living area behind the villa.

The exterior style of this manor house is pure New England country pastoral.

But the interior decoration of the living area is very modern.

After he came in, Scarlett did not appear.

Abel looked around and couldn't see his little canary.

He came to the master bedroom, which had a stylish marble dresser and shiny wooden hard floors.

Abel walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, where he had a very wide view and could enjoy the bustling night view of uptown Houston.

After looking at the night scene, Abel closed the curtains, took off his suit and untied his tie.

At this time, a smile already appeared on his lips.

He heard the sound of water coming from the crack in the door of the master bedroom bathroom.

I picked up a neatly folded new bathrobe from the sofa, looked at it and threw it back.

What to wear...

I have to take it off later anyway, so it's better not to wear it at all.

He quickly took off his clothes, swung them around, and walked into the bathroom where the sound of water came from.

No woman's screams came from the bathroom.

Abel looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him in amazement.

That beautiful arc can drive any man crazy, and he can't take his eyes away at all.

Perhaps because of the hot water, the girl's face was covered with blush, and her face was slightly childish, but extremely charming.

Under his watering.

It looks even more charming now.

Looking at Abel's unscrupulous eyes.

Scarlett walked forward slowly, standing on tiptoes, and reluctantly hooked Abel's neck with one hand.

This action is a bit laborious.

She is a bit short and he is too tall.

The girl whispered softly: "What are you waiting for?"

The four eyes stared at each other without blinking.

Scarlett's body was lifted up.

Then...spring arrives, everything revives, and it's the time when animals are happy again.

Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, grass is growing and orioles are flying. Spring is full of vitality and romance. Naturally, Abel will not let it go.

A busy night.

During this "call" trip, Scarlett Johansson stayed in Houston for a total of three days.

The experience of these three days made her suddenly understand a lot of things.

It makes the girl who was already very mature in mentality become more and more stable.

After three days of getting along.

She really felt that Abel seemed to dote on her a little unusually.

But in fact, Scarlett Johansson herself feels that compared with the known "girlfriends" or "employees" around Abel, she really has no advantage.

In terms of beauty, she felt that she was not as good as Anne and Jessica.

In terms of body shape, although I am big enough in some aspects, I am too short and my overall score is really not high.

When it comes to temperament, even though Scarlett is very confident, she also knows that such an illusory thing as temperament is what she lacks the most.

On IQ, acting skills, ability, character...

In every aspect, she felt that she was not the best.

It seems...it seems...that in terms of age, I am the youngest.

She was suspicious, maybe because of this reason.

He just likes himself more.

Because Scarlett has heard about that guy’s fiancée, she is the same age as herself!!

Look at the way he is obsessed with himself.

Scarlett couldn't help but said: Falk! He is indeed a Smith, a blacksmith is a blacksmith!

In the past three days, Scarlett noticed.

He was very busy during the day, and she only spent half a day by his side.

Follow him and watch him work for half a day, watching him direct dozens of real banking elites to direct and invest billions of dollars in capital flows.

Look at him, in a blink of an eye, he decided the future salary and benefits for thousands of employees of his energy company.

There are also future super factories in Houston and so on.

This is nothing.

The problem is that he answered more than 20 calls that morning.

They seemed to be talking about international gold, oil, the Japanese yen exchange market, and other things that Scarlett couldn't understand, and she didn't know what they were talking about.

This kind of busyness will last until about eight o'clock in the evening.

His cell phone will stop.

Only his assistant David Jones, whom even such a big shot as Rupert Murdoch valued and respected, left with his other two mobile phones.

But even so, the personal cell phone he carries with him will still ring non-stop.

Scarlett Johansson eavesdropped twice, once when he was on the phone with a man named Michael.

At first, Scarlett thought it was Michael Ovitz or Michael Levine.

These two are both senior executives of Smith Media, and Scarlett knows them.
To be continued...