THE DANCE FOR RICH MAN
Quen was curious

“Welcome to my home!” Jeff exclaimed happily to welcome the arrival of Mike who had arrived in the courtyard of his luxury home.

Mike tonight looks very handsome and hot with a casual style, which makes the servants who welcome him gawk and do not blink when they see his good looks.

“Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Mike smiled faintly as he shook Jeff's hand outstretched to him. Mike's gaze was distracted at the figure of the beautiful woman standing beside Jeff.

“Don't look at him like that! He's mine!” Jeff immediately summed up Sapphira's shoulders in a friendly and possessive manner.

Safira looked at the handsome young man before her. She did not expect that her husband's special guest was a young businessman from abroad.

Mike chuckles at him while apologizing to Jeff. “I'm sorry, I didn't know that this beautiful woman was yours,” joked Mike while looking at Safira whose face was very beautiful when she was no longer young, it is fitting that Quen's beauty is like an angel because the beauty of the woman is declining from Sapphira.

“You can get a more beautiful woman than my wife, because you are handsome and very rich any beautiful woman will be lured to you,” Jeff said as he let Mike into his house.

“You are wrong, Mr. Smiths. There was one woman who refused my presence and was not interested in me,” Mike replied following Jeff's footsteps walking beside him, safira and a few other servants entered the house first to make sure that the dinner would go perfectly.

“The woman must have her eyes cataract!” jeff chuckled.

Though the woman is your own son Jeff, wk wk wk.

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The glowing-looking forehead shriveled as it saw a handsome man walking side by side beside his father towards the dining room.

“Hem .. It seems like I am no stranger to the shape of the man's bewok, I have seen it before, but where is it?” Quen muttered while standing in the middle of the stairs. Because the distance between the stairs to the dining room was quite far, so Quen could not see the man's face clearly.

“Do I have to get close to know who that man is?” quen muttered then he nodded his head, as if he found an answer.

Because of the curiosity that plagued his heart, he finally decided to get closer to the dining room, so he forgot the warning from his mother if he was forbidden to approach if he did not change clothes.

“This is all typical Indonesian cuisine, you must be foreign to all this eating, but do not worry because you will like it, you will love it,” said Jeff to Mike who was seen staring one by one the food menu presented on the dining table.

“You are wrong, Mr. I actually often eat Indonesian cuisine, ranging from rendang, soto, satay and many more. All because my friend married an Indonesian woman,” answered Mike honestly.

“Your friend is very good at choosing a wife,” said Jeff while holding his wife's hand.

“Yap, I also want to marry an Indonesian woman,” Mike replied to a married couple who sat opposite him.

Jeff smiled meaningfully upon hearing Mike's wish. “I have a single daughter, do you want to know her?” jeff asked, while Safira immediately nudged Jeff's arm, marked if he did not agree with her husband's plan.