Gold Heights Condominium.
"Welcome, Mr. Qiao Yu. Please come in. I’m Dominic Chua, Miss Long’s assistant. We talked a few times on the phone."
Qiao Yu nodded and shook the young man’s hand. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
He looked around the place with an expressionless face. Not bad. Sophisticated yet understated.
The extensive renovation looked like it was worth the cost. The last time he visited, the penthouse looked like the illegitimate child between a burlesque bar and a Disneyland knockoff.
Ever since the Young Miss started earning her own money in showbiz at a very young age, President Long Tengfei hired Qiao Yu as the child’s financial manager. His job was basically to figuratively slap the mother and daughter’s greedy hands, preventing them from emptying the child’s bank account.
Her earnings were insignificant at first, with most of her money coming from the monthly allowance the President sent her. As she gradually became popular especially when her songs constantly went viral, her earnings increased.
However, with her crazy spending habits, if it wasn’t for her substantial monthly allowance, Qiao Yu would have nothing to manage and the brat wouldn’t be able to live such a lavish lifestyle.
It was the most thankless job, especially whenever he had to deal with both the mother and daughter’s nasty and bitchy attitudes. However, President Long paid him extremely well, so all he could do was suck it up and do the job he was paid for.
After the Young Miss woke up from coma, President Long instructed him to give the girl a one year grace period allowing her full access to her money without the usual restrictions. However, the Young Miss was not informed of this.
It just meant that Qiao Yu would stop blocking some of her more expensive expenditures unlike before. President Long said that he would replenish her bank account if the balance reached a dangerously low level.
Qiao Yu secretly thought that the President was being too generous to such an ungrateful brat, even if it was his own daughter.
Half a year already passed by since the Young Miss woke up. Qiao Yu expected the girl to go all out spending money everywhere and catch up on the one year she wasn’t able to go shopping.
Contrary to his expectations, however, her bank account was still fat; only decreasing a bit because of daily expenses, her employees’ salaries, and three major withdrawals.
The first major withdrawal was about 3 million RMB to pay for the renovation. The second one was about 5 million RMB for her new wardrobe. The third withdrawal was more expensive at 15 million RMB. The reason she gave was to buy computers and to use for investments.
The 3 million was expensive for a renovation but seeing the results with his own eyes today, Qiao Yu thought that it wasn’t too unreasonable. The penthouse now had class, something that it previously lacked.
He glanced at some of the books and was bewildered that they were in several different languages. Ah, so they were for decoration. He wouldn’t believe it if someone told him the brat could read them. Alright, maybe the Chinese and English ones.
"Boss, Mr. Qiao is here."
Qiao Yu followed the young man to a big, dark desk at the end of the library. Wow. Was that macassar ebony wood? The beautiful desk distracted him until he heard a pleasant voice like a soft breeze in the summer.
"Thanks, Dom." Iris Long stood up from the lounge seat she was laying on at a corner under a potted palm tree. She was reading a Japanese light novel while waiting for the financial manager to arrive. "Mr. Qiao Yu, thank you for coming."
Hm? Qiao Yu had the urge to rub his eyes. "Miss Long?"
Iris smiled and nodded. "Please take a seat."
Her assistant led them to the seats in front of the big macassar desk. Iris and Qiao Yu sat opposite each other, a low table between them. Dominic served them hot tea.
Qiao Yu almost couldn’t recognize the Young Miss in front of him. Her face looked the same, but the way she dressed changed. Her aura also changed.
Was the end of the world coming?
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