The Goddess Shines on America

"John, just park the car in the old position."

"Okay, Master."

Stepping down from the snow-white Rolls Royce, the young Oren tidyed up his snow-white suit and walked into the manor.

Now is the time for the annual gathering. Governor McDowell, who has grown up in this manor since he was a child, holds a gathering every year and invites the wealthiest members of North Carolina to meet here.

Almost every year, the descendants of these plantation owners who belonged to the Confederate camp during the Civil War will always gather from the various rural mansions in the state to the capital Raleigh, chatting about topics that they seem to never finish talking about.

"Oh, my goodness, isn't this Mr. Lockheed?"

When Oren first walked into the manor, a wealthy gentleman came to him in surprise: "I am lucky to have a good time. I have long heard that you have also purchased a manor in our North Carolina, but it is only now that I am lucky. I am ashamed to see you, I have never been able to visit..."

Olenpi smiled and didn't smile: "Excuse me, are you?"

"Lyons Augusta, chairman of Augusta Trading Company, my family lives in Charlotte..."

"Oh, I'm lucky to have a good time, but I'm a bit sorry for the master always standing at the door. Mr. Augusta, why don't you let me find Governor McDowell first?"

Dismissing the local squire who had emerged from nowhere, Oren looked around, somewhat helpless. ①¤ long ① ¤ wind ① ¤ Wen ① ¤ learning, w≯ww.cf※wx.n≮et

Buying a house in North Carolina is really just for vacation. Accepting McDowell’s invitation also takes into account normal social issues. To be honest, Oren looked down on these wealthy gentry who lived in country houses all day long, just as they looked down on the Yankees during the Civil War.

Soon, after passing through layers of people, Oren saw McDowell in a secluded corner of the courtyard.

"Mr. Governor?"

McDowell, who seemed to be enjoying himself with a cup of black tea, raised his head when he saw someone coming, "Oh, isn't this Oren? Come on, sit down, sit down!"

The two knew each other, but Oren looked at his seat, but hesitated: "Is there another guest here?"

Looking at the empty seats, McDowell smiled and said, "You can sit here first. Miss Wang will be back soon if she is absent. I think you might still be interested in seeing her."

This is indeed a very rare surname, especially in a state like North Carolina. Oren raised his eyebrows politely and said in surprise: "Miss Wang? A Chinese lady?"

McDowell didn't answer immediately, but first looked around mysteriously.

The party tonight is actually halfway through, and after the earlier speeches and receptions, he, the landlord, has come to be able to move freely. The courtyard is full of people in the distance, but here is vacated by all the guests.

"Not a lady, Oren, not a lady."

He smiled and sipped his tea: "Believe it or not, that's a fourteen-year-old girl."

"Girl? And it's of Chinese descent?"

Oren was surprised: "Is invited to this party? Mr. McDowell, I remember that your standard for attending this party is only qualified if you buy a large piece of land in this state?"

"So, she naturally meets this standard."

At this moment, the so-called "evil taste of the old man", this situation is fully evident in McDowell. Seeing his unmistakable expression, Oren smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Well, you just wait for me to ask, right, who is this girl? Which piece of land did you buy?"

"The 6000 acres of dry land in the Great Dismore Marsh. My name is King Alice, this little brother."

A crisp female voice suddenly sounded not far away, and quickly approached.

Oren raised his head immediately, and then subconsciously took a breath.

The white dress seems to be derived from the classic authentic heritage of Chanel, but it is not any style that Oren has seen, but undoubtedly the fourteen-year-old girl is supposed to be in bud, but the subtly fully developed body is beautifully modified. . Those pair of crystal low-heeled sandals stepped steadily on the stone road, undoubtedly expressing the characteristics of the girl's current age more clearly than the middle line between the girl and the woman.

"Ah... it's you!"

Oren instantly recognized the girl's identity: "The last car accident in Los Angeles, you scolded a Korean!"

"It's me."

Alice nodded vigorously.

I am quite satisfied with the boy, because he didn't stare at his chest for the first time...

She looked at McDowell: "Then Mr. Governor, don't you introduce me?"

However, McDowell looked at them in surprise: "I thought you... met?"

"see once."

"meet by chance."

The two simultaneously said something similar, but with some subtle differences, and then both smiled at each other.

Well, if one of them is ten years younger, or how old the other is older, it looks like a natural match?

This Cupid idea flashed in his mind, and McDowell smiled slightly: "This is Alice, a small celebrity who often appears in major newspapers recently. Director of Microsoft, founder of Cisco Systems, a well-known best-selling author and author. Film director, Alice King."

"Then this is the rising star of the Lockheed family, the current director of Lockheed, Mr. Oren Lockheed."

Oren noticed with satisfaction that the girl Alice’s pupils instantly shrank to the point of a needle.

"Lockheed?"

Alice sat in front of the chair at the square table in the garden, with a graceful back, graceful and decent smile without losing courtesy surprise: "Just bought the electronics department of the Sanders Alliance... military aircraft manufacturing tycoon, Skunk Factory The owner’s Lockheed company?"

Oren smiled softly: "I don’t remember that my surname has spread so widely. If there is a second Lockheed company in the world that is also the manufacturer of military aircraft and the owner of the skunk factory, I will return it. I really want to see them."

Then, Oren clearly noticed that Alice's flash of surprise had been perfectly concealed.

Instead, she smiled slightly: "I should see you well. If I heard that there is another girl named Alice in this world who is also a shareholder of Microsoft and the founder of another company called Cisco Systems, I must I also want to see her true colors."

After speaking, all three people present laughed. Looking at Alice's rosy lips with Dior lipstick applied, Oren felt a little lost and subconsciously said: "Alice, forgive me, which brand is your dress? It looks very similar to Chanel, but I don’t remember seeing similar styles at the recent press conference..."

"'Oscar & Hannah', Mr. Lockheed."

Alice is sitting very ladylike, with makeup on her face, and the kind of elegant and light makeup that is just right, the beauty under a smile is by no means comparable to that of a bare-faced girl.

"This is a clothing brand established in cooperation with the Olaer family in Italy, but the main market is currently in China, so it's normal if you haven't heard of it for the time being."

At this time, Oren was really surprised: "It turned out to be the reproduction of Giorgio Armani and Versace!? No, right, since it is a company in which Alice is involved, and this style...it should be the second Chanel. Go!?"

"Mr. Lockheed, did you make a mistake?"

Alice still smiled politely, but in those beautiful blue eyes, there was also a trace of different emotions, which made Oren's heart trembled suddenly: "I am a girl of only fourteen years old, use this Talking to me in the same way you talk to an adult French girl...a bit too much, right?"

McDowell had been watching this scene, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

"No, sorry!"

Oren was really a little confused, and patted his cheek with his hand again and again: "Last night...well, I was a little drowsy last night, no, I slept too late last night, and now I am still a little unconscious, please forgive me, please forgive!"

Alice nodded: "Uh-huh, uh-huh~"

With that, she drank a cup of black tea in the moonlight above her head.

Well, the sky and moon are scarce at this time.

"It seems that someone has pushed me aside, this old man."

At the right moment, McDowell was able to insert his mouth, and looking at Oren's embarrassed expression, he changed the subject: "Olen, you don't seem to have expressed your opinion on the topic Alice said earlier."

Alice glanced at the old man.

"Earlier? Ah..."

Oren recalled briefly, and said in surprise: "You bought a piece of 6,000 acres of land? Alice, what is this big deal?"

Alice looked at Oren with a playful blue gaze. She raised her feet, raised her legs, and raised her neatly constructed willow eyebrows: "Forget it, you can't guess it, but if I say... Locke Don't be too surprised, Mr. Sid."

"Of course I won't be surprised!"

Oren straightened his chest: "Also, just call me Oren!"

McDowell smiled and sat aside, purely as a spectator~www.readwn.com~ Actually, I am planning to form a security company with the father of a good friend. "

Slender fingers pinched the silver spoon and stirred it gently in the black tea cup: "It's called Heishui International, and that swampland is used to build a mercenary training ground."

"Security company!?"

Oren was surprised this time, his eyes finally became completely solemn, and regardless of whether he was polite, he swept Alice very solemnly: "This is not a simple industry. Who is your friend's father?"

"He is a lieutenant colonel in the Delta Special Forces."

Alice put down the silver spoon, brushed her blue eyes across Oren’s, and took a sip of tea: "But he is just the CEO who was invited, and the ownership of the company belongs to me. Mr. Lockheed, you have to make a clear distinction. ."

I don't know how long, Oren felt the urge to blush again.

"Oren, Alice, Oren." (To be continued.)