The two bosses are just over thirty years old, and their net worth has already exceeded several billion. They are first-generation wealthy, unlike his kind of second-generation rich.
"A woman who can play well with them is not an ordinary woman." His friend sympathetically patted him on the shoulder. "Forget it, there are plenty of pretty women. Why try this tough flower?"
Michael Joyner glanced at the bright and glamorous woman not far away. There was no ring mark between her slender fingers. He took a sip of champagne, suppressed the surge of warmth in his heart, and couldn't help but say, "Do you think I'm qualified to be that kid's stepdad?"
"Pfft!"
His friend spat out a mouthful of water, staring at him wide-eyed as if looking at a lunatic.
"Are you serious..."
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