Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System-Chapter 353 - : Female Hooligan

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Female Hooligan

“Hey, what’s your problem? How do you walk? How do you get things done?” Bianase, with a fiery temper, immediately scolded the waiter harshly.

To her, the fact that they were all standing there, chatting without moving, meant it was only possible that the waiter accidentally bumped into them.

Asher was wearing a long white dress, with a large skirt that dragged on the ground. Such a small move would be hard to notice without paying close attention.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The waiter quickly apologized frantically. Though he served for Bezos, the saying “don’t hit a dog without seeing its owner” applied. But he was merely a waiter, and everyone here was either a rich person or a celebrity, none of whom he could afford to offend.

Although he didn’t know how he tripped just now, he could only admit fault.

“Forget it, he didn’t do it on purpose, don’t make it hard for him.” Fang Jueyu thought that even if he said it was Asher who did it on purpose, no one would believe him, but it really had nothing to do with the waiter.

“How can we just let it go? Asher’s dress costs tens of thousands of dollars! How can she attend the banquet today looking like this? She’s supposed to wear this dress to the awards ceremony the day after tomorrow.” Bianase complained angrily.

Hearing the price, the waiter’s face turned pale. He couldn’t possibly afford to compensate for such an expensive dress.

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“No worries, it’s just a dress. I’ll have someone send another one. You can go.” Fang Jueyu waved his hand.

“Forget it, meeting Mr. Fang is your good fortune.” Since Fang Jueyu had spoken, Bianase couldn’t say much more.

“Thank you all, thank you, sir!” The waiter left, profusely grateful, feeling like his job was safe.

Before coming to the United States, Zhuang Ying had given Fang Jueyu the phone number of someone from the Lorfis family, saying he could call if he encountered any issues.

“Help me prepare a dress and send it to Bezos Manor in the suburbs of the U.S. capital, approximately a size 168, 52 kilograms.”

“Yes, Mr. Fang, we can have it to you in 15 minutes,” a meticulous voice replied.

“Asher, are you okay?” Guo Xinyu and Bianase helped Asher up; the dress had been stained red in a large area, clearly unwearable anymore.

“No problem, I’ve already called for a new dress. It’ll be here in just over ten minutes.”

“Mr. Fang, isn’t this too much?” Asher glanced at Guo Xinyu, seemingly quite concerned about her reaction.

“Keep pretending, I want to see how far you’ll go,” Fang Jueyu thought with a hint of amusement.

“It’s nothing, just a dress. Are you worried I’d get jealous?” Guo Xinyu didn’t pay much attention to Asher’s little actions.

“Consider it my gift to you all as Xinyu’s friend,” Fang Jueyu said. “If you feel uneasy about it, I’ll send Bianase a set too. Does that put your mind at ease?”

“Dean Fang, you’re so generous, love you!” Bianase, not at all pretentious, blew him a kiss, using the Huaxia term for him.

“Get me another ladies’ dress too,” Fang Jueyu called that number again.

…

About ten minutes later, a private helicopter landed with a roar on the helipad at Bezos Manor. A middle-aged man accompanied by two guards carrying cases walked toward them.

Some people, upon seeing the insignia on their outfits, looked awed and quickly stepped aside.

“Who are they? Everyone seems scared of them.”

“Shh, keep it down. They’re from the Lorfis family. You might not have heard of them, but they’re the biggest family in North America. When they sneeze, the entire North American continent shivers.”

“That terrifying? Are they more powerful than the United States government?”

“Not just that. It’s said that many important leaders got elected thanks to their donations. How powerful do you think they are?”

“But what are they doing here?”

“Look, they’re headed toward that young man from Huaxia, the world’s richest man.”

These people approached with imposing presence and cold expressions, even Bianase showed a hint of fear.

“It seems they’re coming toward us.” Bianase and Asher instinctively moved closer to Fang Jueyu.

“Don’t worry, they’re here to deliver clothes,” Fang Jueyu stood up.

Indeed, the middle-aged man walked up to Fang Jueyu and bowed respectfully.

“Young Master, we’ve brought the two dresses you requested,” the middle-aged man said.

“Young Master? Did you hear that? They’re actually calling Mr. Fang Jueyu Young Master? Could he be from the Lorfis family?”

“No way! Mr. Fang is Huaxia!”

“Could it be he’s the illegitimate child of a family member and a Huaxia person?”

“No wonder he’s so rich. If he’s from the Lorfis family, it makes perfect sense.”

Hearing this title, the crowd around them immediately burst into speculation.

“These two dresses are the work of a master designer named Osna. They’re called Devil Angel, one in black and the other in white. It took him a year and a half to make them by hand, with a cost of 13 million dollars.”

“Bianase, this black one is for you.”

“Then I’ll gladly accept it,” Bianase said, handling the box like a treasure. Though she didn’t know what it looked like, anything coming from Fang Jueyu couldn’t possibly be a low-end product.

“Xinyu, why don’t you come with me to change into it?” Bianase was already itching to try it on.

“Sure,” Guo Xinyu was equally curious about the dress.

“So Dean Fang, Asher is in your hands?” Bianase teased.

“Don’t you dare do anything to Asher while I’m gone,” Guo Xinyu shot a warning look.

Fang Jueyu found himself both amused and exasperated. It’s not like he wanted to do anything to Asher—if anything, it was Asher who wanted to do something to him!

“Young Master, if there’s nothing else, we’ll head back first,” the middle-aged man requested.

“Alright, you all can head back,” Fang Jueyu nodded.

“Miss Asher, can you change yourself or should I find someone to help you?” Fang Jueyu asked.

Asher tried to stand, but her foot seemed to have twisted as she wore high heels earlier.

“Well… Mr. Fang, it seems I’ve twisted my ankle. Could you help me out, please? The changing room is in that building, you just need to help me inside.”

“Alright,” Fang Jueyu said as he assisted her. With so many people around, making it too clear wouldn’t be appropriate—he’d just get her to the room and make a quick exit.

As they walked, Asher kept looking around.

“What’s up, Miss Asher? What are you looking for?”

“Oh… nothing,” Asher mumbled hesitantly.

Since almost everyone had arrived already dressed, the changing room was scarcely used, and the crowd thinned noticeably.

“Bang!” The moment they entered the changing room, Asher slammed the door shut and stood in front of it. Her lively demeanor was nothing like someone who’s injured her foot.

“Oh my, I’ve run into a female hooligan!” This was Fang Jueyu’s first thought…