Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 1026 1026: You’re Just Unlucky

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A coffee house stood on the street at the other end of the city.

Dressed in a beautiful dress, each waiter smiled gently.

After preparing tea, the waiter politely retreated and closed the door gently.

Only the sound of music is quiet and peaceful.

Vincent tasted a cup of tea, nodded contentedly, and then looked at the opposite man, "Joseph, what's your decision?"

Joseph did not drink, just randomly playing with the cup. It was good porcelain in the palm, as cold as jade. He smiled softly. "I can only cooperate with you, but I am not interested in working for you."

"Oh? How do you cooperate with me now?" Vincent was interested.

"To put it bluntly, we're just a mutually beneficial relationship," Joseph added tea, and its fragrance came to his nose.

"I need to go back to the Runestone Group only through your strength, and you want to develop South Africa mine, which is only through my strength." After a sip of tea, Joseph said, "To be more specific, I need your money, and you need my connections."

Vincent had always appreciated Joseph, laughing, "You do not have money now?"

"I can't transfer my money because the prosecutor's office is watching me." Joseph raised his lips, "Even if I have money, you are the richest man."

"Don't say that. You're just unlucky." Vincent offered to fill in his teacup. "So, you met me, and the opportunity came."

The tea was sweet.

"Opportunities, sometimes accompanied by crises." Joseph always smiled slightly.

Vincent picked his eyebrows, "How?"

"Your empire isn't what I can get in."

Vincent laughed. "I've come to you myself. The door is open to you. What else is the problem?"

Joseph put down the teacup, and his body leaned at will, and said lightly, "Vincent, I can't give you what you want.

Vincent slowly drank tea, heard these words, and smiled, "You can't say that so certain. Joseph, now it is different. You know the truth best that a wise man submits to fate."

Joseph just slightly smiled, not speaking.

"Joseph, you are a wise man; in fact, your ability is far more than now. Why do you hit a wall everywhere? Lake's brutality to you is a big reason. I see your present situation in the eyes. To put it bluntly, even if Ruby's affairs are unrelated to you, the procuratorate and the public security bureau will still be staring at you. They want to check you, and what you need to do now is to be far away from the Lakes," Vincent, with a heavy layer of his teacup, added, "including your wife, Irish."

Joseph played the teacup, then drank to the last drop and lightly said, "Playing it safe is not my strength. I am sorry, I am afraid I will be with Lake this life."

Vincent stared at him, "Are you crazy?"

"You can think so." Joseph said, "There is only one way between me and you. I opened the mine in South Africa for you, but the premise is that you will immediately make a prepayment in Standard Chartered Bank. Later I will tell you the account."

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "No one dared to tell me to do anything like that."

"You are also a person who will leave a way out. So I believe that you must have known the South African situation before looking for me, and even hired a lot of helpers. Unfortunately, after contact, you found that those you are looking for are not qualified. So, Vincent, if you find me, it means that you don't have the right person." Joseph said casually, with inherent confidence on his face.

Vincent looked at him for a long time and suddenly smiled. Nodding at him, he said, "What a son of your father."

Joseph closed his lips.

"Well, I'll agree to cooperate with you in this form. But you know, it's not easy to buy loose shares on the market, so you shouldn't have transferred them on your hand." Said Vincent.

"The Runestone Group cannot always be divided between Lake and my family, which also divides the board of directors. I want to make the Runestone Group a whole. In this way, at least future generations will not be difficult." Joseph said.

Vincent praised him.

"It is a pity that a man like you hadn't been my son-in-law."

"Unfortunately, I can't," Joseph answered.

Vincent directly said, "Compared to Irish, my daughter loses?"

Joseph smiled at him, "I choose a wife, only for love. This is the difference."

"Don't think I don't know your relationship with Ruby." Vincent laughed. "You're a man who can sell your marriage."

Joseph calmly retorted, "Some things, after meeting love, become less important."

Vincent praised, "I like you for this point, so I still have been hoping you can consider my daughter. But now, you would rather be dragged to death by the Lake, unwilling to leave."

"I want to guard someone in the Lake." Joseph's eyes are dark and deep, "My wife is the last secret I want to keep. I cannot take any risk, so I'm willing to pay more."

Vincent was stunned. "Joseph, you're taking risks."

"There's no way. Things are pushing me to this. I have no choice." Joseph looked at Vincent and said, "If necessary, I am not afraid to cost my life."

Vincent was stunned by his tone. In the last words, Joseph looked serious, and his eyes were thick black, like a black hole that could devour all. But soon, he returned to his cool look, and his tone became lazy.

"Vincent, let your daughter stop. Don't irritate Irish. My wife is good at debating, so Rosy will not have anything good from her."

Vincent felt embarrassed and said to him, "You...."

****

At Night.

The heat had not dissipated.

After Joseph came out of the underground gym, Irish just took a shower.

She was taking her hair down, revealing her white neck, silky as a swan. He looked at her and could not help but come forward from behind, putting her around.

"Ah." Irish cried.

Her spine attached to his sweaty chest. He didn't wear a coat. The strong texture was visible. She grumbled, "I've just finished taking a shower. You're sweaty. Don't hug me."

Joseph then let go of her, laughing at her.

"Hmm..." She wore a slip dress, her back a little wet, and took a clean towel to wipe.

"I'll help you." Joseph came forward to take a towel and dried her back.

His tall body was increasingly close to her, and his thin lips along her hair gently fell down and ground in her neck.

"No." Irish crooked her head.

He was getting greedy. "You are all sweaty." She protested.

His strong arm held her tightly, and his voice was vague as he ground. "Wash again, it's so hot anyway."

"I don't..."

The rest of the words weren't said out, and she was picked up by Joseph, who strode into the bathroom.

Joseph was like a wolf.