Steve lay against on the sofa, saying calmly, "Everyone makes mistakes. It depends on whether you admit it!"
Both Addison and Charlie agreed.
Ignoring Charlie, Steve continued talking to Addison. He stood up after a while. "I will help you get it done... I will take her to Europe later and by the way, I'll get things done there." He paused for a bit before continuing, "Recently, you got the Dragon Empire Group into trouble with the laws."
Addison didn't respond; he only smiled.
"It's fine. Solving problems at one time is your style." Steve smiled, "I should go now. If I don't go, someone would dislike me more."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Watch your step as you leave! Bye!"
"Don't worry!" Steve had a cold smile on his face, not just for Charlie but for everyone. But he spoke to Charlie directly, "Well. Your girlfriend is nice. Let's have dinner when we're all free."
Upon hearing this, Charlie got angry. "Forget about it! Don't talk or think about my Elsa or..."
"Snitching is a child's trick!" Steve cut him off. He shrugged and gave Charlie a smug smile, uncaring that the man didn't finish speaking. Finally, he turned to Addison. "Bye."
Addison nodded. It was after Steve left that he turned to his brother and opened his mouth to say, "Steve is the death of you. Nothing could frighten you since you were a kid and nobody could get you in trouble, but every time you see Steven he drives you crazy with anger."
Charlie also didn't understand why he couldn't keep calm any time Steve was around. 'Maybe, as you say, he is the death of me.'
"What about the plan?" Addison asked.
Charlie handed it to Addison. "I plan to start developing mobile games after leaving the Flight Media. It can't be a publicity stunt. I have to do something great."
"Have you made a market survey?" Addison asked him. He wasn't going to play favoritism just because this man was his own brother.
"I have." Charlie helped himself to some water. "I won't let any accident happen."
Addison began reading the plan. All things were well-detailed, not only on what the game needed in the former-part, but also on the publicity in the latter-part. As for the game's operating, the present group was so great that he didn't need to worry. "The capital may be not abundant after leaving the Flight Media," Addison looked up at Charlie and reminded him. "Are you sure you can employ Kay?"
"Kay will come because we're friends." A smile started to form on Charlie's face.
However, Addison frowned. "I don't care much about those stars of the Flight Media, but I have heard a lot about her. She loves money very much, so she won't go out of mere friendship."
"That's other people. Kay sees me differently. I am different. Why should she treat me the same as the others?" Charlie turned to his brother and continued naively. "First, I am a Long. She'll consider coming just for this reason. Second, I have sacrificed my reputation to have dinner with her. She'll pay me back."
Listening to his words, Addison just shook his head, unable to find words to say. Charlie would not do useless things while Kay wasn't lost in those who have good appearance. What's more, she was so popular that lots of men chased her, but she ignored them. It was not for the richer person but for her principle. She loved money, only money which belonged to her. She would not think about money which did not belong to her.
Therefore, she often appeared in the reporters of the Media Department of the Flight Media.
However, Addison did not want to know the reason that his brother had for bringing Kay along. Charlie always knew what he was doing. He would take care of Dragon because he had put his heart and soul into it.
Addison signed his name and handed it to Charlie. "Dad and Mom are in XK Intelligence Agency. They wanted me to ask you when you would plan to get engaged."
"They got news so quickly!" Charlie exclaimed.
Addison laughed. "Never doubt XK Intelligence Agency's ability." He stood up and went upstairs. "Are you staying here or going back to the hotel?"
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