King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 412 - 398 I Will Be Irreplaceable

Joe Ga did not take the Rolls Royce offered by Sayyid, but instead rode in the diplomatic vehicle provided by the Swedish embassy, heading to a super mansion on Beverly Hills.

On the way, Joe Ga recalled his dealings with a group of reporters and couldn’t help but tiredly rub his temples.

Those political and editorial journalists were much more capable than he had previously thought.

For instance, there was Madeline and Wallace, who not only exhibited professional skills but also a clear and thorough understanding of matters.

Joe Ga found himself somewhat harried by their questions.

At times, he even wondered if these people might have a future in interrogation.

Their questions were full of traps, not the kind meant to create sensational headlines by quoting out of context, but those designed to strip away the interviewee’s facades.

These reporters were incredibly sharp, instantly catching on whenever Joe Ga’s answers were evasive or inconsistent, then rephrasing their questions as if they wouldn’t rest until they had thoroughly picked him apart. Find adventures on novelbuddy

If one were a politician, such journalists could easily cause embarrassment.

But Joe Ga handled it fairly well; he had nothing to feel guilty about and, except for some details he couldn’t divulge, he answered most questions sincerely.

Even if some views were not agreed upon, as long as they didn’t touch on core conflicts, both parties could have an orderly discussion.

In all honesty, Joe Ga found these private discussions quite insightful and enriching, yet they were also mentally exhausting—so much so that by the end, he found he did not understand many of the specialized terms they used.

Regardless, Joe Ga’s sincerity left a good impression on these prominent journalists.

He then turned smiles on their faces with some apologetic gifts!

Without fundamental ideological conflicts, it’s really not difficult for everyone to enjoy a pleasant interaction.

Joe Ga candidly admitted that he was merely a military man and it should be understandable that some of his views came off as superficial.

After all, if I can’t outargue you, I might as well sincerely listen and learn, right?

Whether it sinks in or not, first show the right attitude, then give a few compliments on the sid, and doesn’t that bring about good feelings?

These people held high social status. Their praise for P·B in the media sometimes carried more weight than a hundred words from politicians.

No matter whether the strength was there or not, first inflate the reputation balloon, causing the super tycoons who harbor malice towards P·B to hesitate, and then strive for enough time to develop—that’s the proper way.

While Joe Ga was resting with his eyes closed, Monica, who had been scrolling through her phone, suddenly let out an exclamation...

"Ah, Kristin has shared an article...

Wow, Swift has posted a short essay...

Wow, Julie has spoken up..."

Joe Ga opened his eyes, looked over, and said with a smile, "The warm-up has started. If it weren’t so late, there might already be a crowd of protesters at the entrance of the luxurious mansion rented by the Crown Prince.

This is a good thing!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga turned to look at Monica’s nearly perfect profile and said, "Have you remembered those journalists from today? They will be part of your work in the future."

Monica was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly, "I understand! I may not be able to do it like you, but I can maintain a good relationship with them!"

Joe Ga glanced at Monica’s relatively conservative dress and smiled and nodded, "I believe you can. Your current look is good. In the past, your beauty and sex appeal often overshadowed your capabilities.

That was a bit unfair; you are actually a very smart woman!"

Monica subconsciously touched her chin, showing a sexy look, then, under Joe Ga’s half-smiling gaze, she sheepishly reined it back and said, "Sexiness is also a weapon because men always have more patience for beautiful women."

"But this patience is limited, usually only once or twice.

You must remember that you are now representing the image of P·B, and being crafty won’t mean much with the people you may deal with in the future.

You are beautiful, but to many, you’re not irreplaceable."

Seeing Monica’s smile freeze on her face, Joe Ga gestured and said, "If I were just your boss, I shouldn’t say this, but you’re ’Kitten’s sister.

I hope that even if one day you leave P·B, you can find your own goals and career, not become a trouble-making sex symbol."

Monica, looking at Joe Ga’s earnest expression, fell silent for a long time before saying, "Are you willing to let me go? To give me freedom?"

Joe Ga replied indifferently, "Of course, why not?

Consider yourself as a partner—if one day you decide to leave, then I hope you train a few successors for me to choose from. You can tell me about your plans, and maybe I can become an investor."

Monica shook her head and said, "That’s not what I meant. What I meant was, you don’t really care about me at all, do you?"

Joe Ga paused for a moment, then nodded honestly, "To be precise, I don’t care about your abilities; it’s your other traits that have left an impression on me.

"Because aside from proving to me that you’re pretty and have a way with men, you haven’t proved anything else."

"Of course, I’m willing to believe you’re capable of doing what I ask of you, but all that takes time."

"I can tolerate Wagner planning his future law firm while working for me and then transition the relationship into a collaboration."

"The same goes for you, because none of you are irreplaceable!"

Upon hearing this, Monica, a bit curious, said, "What if one day I become irreplaceable?"

Joe Ga naturally replied, "Then I will do everything in my power to keep you!

"But at that time, Monica will no longer be mistress Monica.

"When you possess a unique trait, you won’t need to spend all day figuring out how to please men."

"Everyone at P·B is a lion, and lionesses should be even better at hunting!!"

Looking at Joe Ga’s slightly rugged profile, Monica couldn’t help but hug his neck tightly and kiss him, then she wrapped her arms around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, whispering, "No one has ever thought I could survive on my own, but I know I can.

"It’s just that men are so stupid, they’ve made me forget some things…

"I, too, can be a lioness that hunts on her own!

"I will become the irreplaceable one…"

Joe Ga looked sideways at the clingy Monica and said, "If your hand wasn’t moving up my thigh, I might actually believe you."

Monica sat up a bit disappointed, raised her hand to fix her hair, and then said with a smile, "We’ll see, I’m sure I can do it, ’Kitten’ doesn’t mind anyway, and I think with your personality, I might land a catch faster than my sister."

Joe Ga shook his head with a chuckle and replied, "I’m not a Saint, why do you always want to take a bite out of me?"

Monica glanced at Joe Ga and said, "Maybe because you’re the first man who makes me feel secure!"

Joe Ga looked at Monica’s rare serious expression and said with a smile, "That’s my honor!"

Monica, exasperated by how Joe Ga didn’t ask her ’why,’ sighed in frustration, feeling her boss was too difficult to handle.

Just as she tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, something bright caught her eye.

Under a series of bright street lamps set up temporarily, stood a row of young boys dressed in server uniforms.

When the Swedish embassy’s driver stopped the car at the entrance to a huge estate, a server came forward to open the car door for Joe Ga.

Joe Ga got out first, slipped a hundred-dollar bill into the server’s hand, then smiling, he lent a hand to help Monica out of the car.

Pulling out an opulent invitation encased in gold leaf and adorned with a gold emblem from his pocket...

The young server with a sincere smile on his face deftly scanned the invitation with a special smartphone, and, after the phone beeped in response, he bowed slightly and invited them, "Welcome, please follow me!"

Joe Ga took Monica’s hand and followed the server through two security gates, feeling a rush of brightness as they entered through the grand door.

Literally a rush of brightness, as numerous large lamps, interconnected by a network of cables, lit up the spacious lawn without leaving a single dark corner.

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There were several buffet stations on the lawn, and a few Arab-dressed men were making specialty roasted whole lambs.

Dozens of peacocks with magnificent tail feathers strolled around the lawn, attracting excited gasps every time they unfurled their plumes.

And most absurd were the camels, elephants, and white tigers on the lawn...

A group of Arab servers was carefully attending to the visibly restless beasts.

Joe Ga thought of himself as worldly, but even he was a bit stunned by Prince Nayif’s extravaganza.

The Royal Family bringing an entourage on trips was understandable, but flying over pets seemed a bit over the top.

Seemingly perceiving Joe Ga’s confusion, the young server leading the way chuckled and explained, "Prince Nayif didn’t just bring his pets; even the furniture inside the mansion was brought from Saudi Arabia.

"In order to temporarily reside in this estate, he had people come in advance and spent nearly 5 million US dollars redecorating the interior.

"Now, most of the rooms inside are completely different."

After speaking, the young server paused at the bottom of the mansion’s steps, bowed respectfully, and said, "All the important guests are inside, but if you get bored, you can also come out for some fresh air."

Looking at the beautiful Monica, he smiled and said, "However, you might not be interested in the lawn, as your companion is stunning..."

Hearing this, Joe Ga turned to look and realized the lawn was filled with young men and women and then understood this was a place for those inside to find entertainment and relief.

Joe Ga winked at the server and then caught a glimpse of many people inside the hall, glanced at the time, and curiously said, "Am I late?"

The server shook his head and replied, "No, you’ve arrived just in time, perhaps the other guests were a bit eager."

Seeing the server’s humor, Joe Ga smiled and nodded, then glanced at Monica beside him and said with a smile, "Let’s go up and see if Harlotte is there, solve your problem once and for all, then attend to other matters."