Sweden, Stockholm, Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts.

"Bergman, your flowers." A numb shout sounded from downstairs of the dormitory.

For a year and a half, from the first day Ingrid Bergman entered school, flowers became her daily theme.

Oh, and there are those two sculpture-like bodyguards.

No matter where Bergman went, they would follow her from a distance to ensure that she was in no trouble and no one would bother her.

"Throw it away." Bergman stuck his head in and shouted, then returned to the room and continued to prepare his makeup for today's performance.

"Asshole, you're already engaged, what else do you want from me?" Bergman sat in front of the mirror, his eyebrows looking a little dim.

When she first received the news about Garbo, she was already furious.

But in the end, under the persuasion of his roommate, he decided to go to the United States and start a battle with her to see who was more important in his heart.

But the day after she booked her boat ticket, news of the engagement spread throughout Europe and the United States.

It was also at that time that she learned about Li Zitao's previous experience, being arrested, being treated unequally, and about his assassination.

It was Adelaide who stood up, expressed dissatisfaction with his treatment, and personally rushed to the United States to rescue him from prison.

The kiss beside the iron fence and the perfect photo made Bergman's heart break.

From that day on she told herself, "Forget this man!"

It sounds simple, but when it comes to doing it, she can't do it.

His news, his flowers, and his men all appeared in Bergman's life all the time.

After he got angry, the bodyguards began to keep their distance and followed him from a distance.

The flowers he received every day remained the same, even though he knew they would be thrown away by himself.

There is also that slightly confused woman, his secretary. Bergman bets that the two of them must have had an affair.

"Damn bastard." He pinched the eyebrow pencil in his hand.

Bang, the pen broke.

"What is our princess thinking?" her roommate got off the bed, helped her take care of her hair and said with a smile.

Her Royal Highness is the affectionate name given to her by her roommates, because in the year she was born, the Swedish royal family also gave birth to a princess, also named Ingrid.

"Nothing." Bergman threw away his eyebrow pencil gloomily.

"You said no, his name is already written all over your face, Charlie, haha." Seeing Bergman turning around and hitting him, the roommate laughed and ran towards the door.

"Hey, don't lie to yourself, you are already fascinated by him, your fallen princess." The roommate poked his head and teased.

"I don't have one, and you still said." He grabbed the broken eyebrow pencil, and when he saw the other person running away in a hurry, the smile on Bergman's face gradually faded.

Eh.

He sighed and looked into the resentful eyes in the mirror.

After finishing her makeup and going downstairs, Bergman saw the Cadillac parked opposite.

Didi.

Jesse honked the horn and waved to her with a smile through the car window. His big bright eyes were very beautiful.

"Where are we going today?" The little elk released was very excited.

Holding the boss’s card and her friend Bergman, who is the same age as her and has a common topic, she walks on the road to eat, drink and shop every day.

This kind of life is exactly what she dreams of.

"Jesse, book your ticket for next week!" Bergman said, holding his cheek with his hands and looking out the car window.

"Okay, where are we going? Paris, London, Rome, Venice?" Jesse's eyes lit up with stars.

She wants to go to each of these cities, where there are the most famous designers, beautiful and novel jewelry, clothing, and full of fashion and art.

"Los Angeles." Bergman was still looking out the window.

Jesse's longing was interrupted by her words, and the car screeched to a halt on the side of the road.

"Aren't you unwilling to go?" Jesse's tone was somewhat resentful, 'Is my beautiful life about to end?'

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"Lee, we have controlled the entire energy system in Las Vegas. Whoever wants to survive here must seek our help, unless he is willing to re-lay a new line." Samuel Insull smiled proudly.

road.

The bad old man is very bad.

"I like it." Li Zitao also smiled.

What does the Hoover Dam mean? When my casino opens, I will be so jealous of you.

However, we have to get some money from these two rich women first.

"Doris, Avril, are you interested in investing?" Li Zitao looked at the two ladies invited by his fiancée, wondering how much money they could offer.

If possible, Li Zitao would like to give this opportunity to Jonathan and Lawrence.

It's a pity that these two guys are too poor.

All of Jonathan's assets were placed in Wells Fargo and the shipyard, and he was unable to withdraw any excess funds due to successive large investments.

I thought Lawrence would be better, but whoever thought to ask later found out that he was poorer than Jonathan and had a cleaner face than he was right.

He used all the dividends from Golden Arches for investment.

Lawrence Rockefeller, known as the Bishop of Fast Food, had an unforgettable investment dream.

So this matter can only fall on Doris Duke and Avril Mellon.

The relationship between them is progressing smoothly, and if nothing else goes wrong, he will soon attend two weddings.

"What do you think?" Doris turned her eyes to Jonathan. Is this the rhythm of a married couple?

"The initial investment will be high, but the later returns may exceed our estimates." Jonathan suggested euphemistically.

In fact, it is no different from saying 'a good business with guaranteed profit but no loss'.

"I can mobilize 500 million US dollars, is it enough?" Doris turned her head and calmed Li Zitao with one sentence.

Is it enough?

Are you trying to eat alone or what?

"Ahem, $100 million is enough." Jonathan smiled awkwardly and coughed lightly to make the decision for her.

"Oh, okay, you can do it anytime." The wealthy woman said domineeringly.

Compared to her net worth of US$3 billion, US$100 million is just a drop in the bucket.

Well, the drizzle lasted for a few days, that's it.

With Jonathan's help, she is now fully in charge of the family business and the huge legacy left by her father.

If that woman was not her biological mother, Doris wanted her to take her luggage and leave the Duke Manor right now.

"I need to go home and discuss it with my father." Avril glanced at her best friend beside her, feeling even more embarrassed than Jonathan.

We are both from an upper-class American family and we are both women. What kind of gap is this?

It's so despairing, my chest is shaking so much that I'm about to suffocate.

"The total investment this time is US$500 million. I will contribute 300 million in my own name, Doris will subscribe for 100 million, and there is still US$100 million. Can there be any news before the middle of the month?"

Li Zitao didn't want to irritate Avril again, so he used as gentle a tone as possible and looked at her with a smile.

"No problem." Avril Mellon nodded affirmatively.

She did not bear another blow, but the male companion next to her was severely hit.

After leaving the women to enjoy afternoon tea, the three of them were walking forward, when Jonathan and Lawrence hooked their shoulders on his left and right.

"What do you two want to do?" Li Zitao asked with alert eyes.

"Charlie, we should talk about the party!" Lawrence said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!