The Ultimate Billionaire Check-In System Vol.4

Chapter 151: Platinum Member, Historic House Owner

In the chess pavilion, a refined middle-aged man called out to Ethan Caldwell.

Though he wore a pleasant smile, the aura of a man who wielded real power—the unmistakable bearing of someone accustomed to command—was impossible to miss.

That presence was even stronger than Morgan Brooks or Grant Zheng, both of whom Ethan knew well.

"Can I help you with something?" Ethan asked, having been addressed out of nowhere.

"Young man, I can tell you've got exceptional potential. You're a chess genius—one in a million. Care for a game?"

The refined man had been playing alone in the pavilion for a while and was clearly lonely without an opponent.

He stayed at Grove Haven Retreat to escape the world and enjoy a slower life, and he did not want to be disturbed. Because of that, he had not called on acquaintances to play chess with him. Otherwise this place would already have been packed.

At first, when the man spoke, Ethan had frowned. He half expected the line about exceptional bones and a martial-arts prodigy—maybe even an offer to sell him some ridiculous "Buddha's Palm" manual.

In the end, the man only wanted a chess partner.

"Interesting."

Ethan had nothing else to do, so he agreed.

He turned and walked into the pavilion.

"How's your chess, old friend? I haven't played in a long time," Ethan admitted after sitting down.

"My skill is so-so, I suppose," the refined man replied with the humble air of a lone conqueror.

He was fully confident in his own ability.

"Don't worry, young man. I'll go easy on you."

Hearing that, Ethan sensed something was off.

When someone was that confident, they were either a true master—or completely delusional.

Could he have run into a grandmaster?

They began to play.

Before long, Ethan realized he had been very wrong.

The game ended quickly. Ethan won with ease.

This time he did not have a Luck God Experience Card or any abnormal luck on his side. Chess, after all, left little room for chance.

Ethan's skill was average—competent, but far from master level.

As for the refined man posing like a lone conqueror, his chess skill was practically nonexistent. He played like a beginner who had just learned the rules.

"How could this happen?" the man murmured in confusion. "I've never lost before. I always won with ease."

"No way. Best of three!"

He refused to accept defeat.

They played two more games. The result was the same: the refined man lost badly.

Gradually Ethan understood why the man was so confident and yet so terrible.

The man stared at the board, frowning in genuine puzzlement. His skill was supposed to be high—so how could this be happening?

"Old friend, who have you been playing against?" Ethan asked suggestively.

"Mostly subordinates or friends," the man replied.

Just as he was about to ask why, he noticed Ethan smiling at him—and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

After calming down and thinking it through, realization hit.

Of course his past opponents had mostly been company subordinates, senior executives, and wealthy friends.

Given his status, those people obviously would not dare beat him.

At first he had noticed how easy the victories felt and suspected something was off.

But repeated wins had built an illusion. He had come to believe he was a chess genius whose skill had improved rapidly.

"So that's it."

The refined man laughed at himself, a trace of self-mockery crossing his face.

"Thank you, young man."

He changed the subject. "By the way, I don't think I've seen you here before?"

He often stayed at Grove Haven for a few days at a time, but he had never seen Ethan.

"Yes. Today's my first visit," Ethan replied. "The environment looked good, so I wanted to relax a little."

"Of course. This is Grove Haven, after all."

The refined man straightened up. The earlier humiliation had left the high-status man desperate to recover his dignity.

Hearing Ethan's comment, he saw his opening.

"This place cost more than three billion dollars and took fifteen years to build. Top figures in San Francisco gather here."

"Grove Haven's soul is in these historic houses and ancient trees."

"Every historic house and courtyard here is exquisite. You don't even need to leave to watch the clouds drift by or the night sky settle in—it's the perfect expression of Grove Haven's aesthetic."

"There are only twenty-six historic houses, with nightly rates from sixty to ninety thousand dollars. It's one of the three most expensive retreats in the country."

"Even so, countless successful people covet a night here. Getting a reservation is extremely difficult."

"As for Historic House Number Three—I had to pull a lot of strings to rent Serenity Wing for a full year."

That last line was the point he had been building toward.

Historic House Number Three ranked near the top of all residences, priced at over eighty thousand dollars a night.

That came to more than two million a month—nearly thirty million for a year.

Enough to buy a luxury home in San Francisco.

Even renting for a year did not mean living here every day in seclusion. Typically he stayed only three or four days a month.

Altogether, he might not exceed fifty days in a year.

Spending thirty million dollars to stay thirty or forty days for leisure was extravagance on another level.

When he finished, the refined man looked at Ethan with pride, expecting shock.

After all, in all of San Francisco, not many people could afford to rent at Grove Haven for an entire year.

But to his surprise, even after hearing about the year-long rental, Ethan remained composed.

"If you need anything at Grove Haven, young man, you can reach out to me. I'm a top-tier platinum member here, after all."

He boasted again. He needed to impress this young man somehow and save face.

Platinum membership was the highest VIP tier at Grove Haven. Only a few dozen people in the country held it.

That status signified extraordinary position and influence.

Even Morgan Brooks, head of a two-hundred-billion-dollar company, did not have platinum status.

Once again the refined man looked at Ethan proudly, waiting for a reaction.

At that moment, a group of people approached the pavilion from a distance.

They were senior executives from Grove Haven, coming to pay their respects after learning Ethan's identity.

Hunter Yuan, the front-desk manager Ethan had confronted earlier, was among them.

Because of Hunter's behavior, several top executives had learned that Ethan had already arrived.

When Henry Holt, general manager of Grove Haven Retreat, learned of the ownership change, he was stunned.

Even he could not accurately estimate Grove Haven's current value. The retreat had taken fifteen years and billions of dollars to build, finally completed in 2018, with enormous upside ahead.

The previous owner would never have sold easily.

Yet ownership had changed overnight—which could only mean the new owner had offered a terrifying price.

That alone demonstrated the new boss's frightening financial power.

Henry took the matter even more seriously.

While he was still processing news of the new owner's arrival, he learned what Hunter had done—and immediately grew furious.

Henry knew Hunter somewhat, but since Hunter was the right-hand man of vice general manager Caleb Kline, Henry had turned a blind eye.

He never expected things to escalate this far.

At once Henry gathered several top executives, along with Caleb Kline and Hunter Yuan, and went to find Ethan.

Not seeing Ethan in the historic house, they searched the grounds and finally spotted him in the chess pavilion.

Hunter and Caleb Kline trembled with fear. Henry and the others were extremely nervous.

With thoughts racing, everyone approached.

In the pavilion, the graceful middle-aged man was still boasting to save face.

"Young man, which historic house are you staying in?" he asked.

"Historic House Number Eighteen," Ethan answered.

"Number Eighteen—that's average. If you'd like, you can upgrade anytime. As a platinum member, it would be simple for me to arrange Number Eleven or Twelve for you."

He spoke generously—partly to recover face, partly to thank Ethan for opening his eyes about chess.

Ethan was the first person who had ever dared to beat him.

"No need to complicate things. If I want to, living in any historic house here is very simple."

Ethan politely declined.

He had chosen Historic House Number Eighteen only because he liked the architecture.

As the owner, could he not live wherever he pleased?

"You seem a little overconfident, young fellow," the man laughed. "Although staying at Grove Haven only costs a few tens of thousands a day..."

He did not believe Ethan at all.

Just as he was about to continue bragging, he saw Henry Holt and the others approaching.

He recognized Henry immediately and wondered if something had happened.

The next second, Henry walked into the pavilion and said respectfully, "I am Henry Holt, general manager of Grove Haven Retreat."

"I didn't know the boss was coming. I failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me, sir."

Hmm?

The graceful man beside them was dumbfounded.

Henry Holt had called this young man boss?

Could this young man be the true owner of Grove Haven?

The thought left him stupefied. No way.

"Forgive?"

"Is this how you manage Grove Haven?"

Ethan let out a cold laugh and questioned Henry.

Hearing that, the graceful man was completely sure.

This young man was definitely the owner of Grove Haven.

In an instant, the man's face flushed with shame.

He had just been boasting about being a one-in-a-thousand platinum member.

Yet the other man turned out to be the owner.

Talk about shooting himself in the foot.

Now he finally believed Ethan's words. As owner, Ethan could indeed live wherever he pleased.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell. It was my fault. Please forgive me," Henry apologized hurriedly.

Behind him, both Hunter Yuan and Caleb Kline, Hunter's backer, were so frightened their legs went weak.

"You're Hunter Yuan's backer?" Ethan asked, looking at Caleb Kline beside Hunter.

"Boss, I'm not his backer. He just uses my name to bully people," Caleb said, terrified, immediately distancing himself.

"Mr. Kline, you can't do that. You took three hundred thousand dollars from me a few days ago," Hunter protested, unwilling to take all the blame alone.

"Have the company's inspection department thoroughly investigate how they harmed hotel interests and abused authority. Then send them to the police," Ethan ordered, pointing at Caleb Kline and Hunter Yuan.

"Yes," Henry nodded.

"Henry Holt, you won't be general manager anymore. After handling this matter, take a supervisor position."

Finally Ethan announced Henry's fate.

An ineffective general manager was not worth keeping.

Henry felt a tightness in his chest. His career was likely coming to an end.

At last the group left.

"Those managers were really terrible," Ethan said politely to the graceful man. "Sorry to disturb your rest, sir."

"Not at all, not at all."

After learning Ethan's identity, the graceful man became courteous.

"I didn't expect you to be the owner of Grove Haven. It's an honor to meet you."

Even as a platinum member, he had never met the owner.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Drew Wendell, chairman of Wendell Realty Group."

Wendell Realty Group was a famous San Francisco real estate company. Its boss, Drew Wendell, was a real estate mogul with terrifying wealth.

The city's most famous golf villa district belonged to Wendell Realty.

"Grove Haven—Ethan Caldwell."

"You're quite accomplished for your age, becoming owner of Grove Haven. Impressive indeed," Drew praised, mainly because Ethan was so young it was hard to believe.

"I only acquired Grove Haven recently," Ethan said modestly.

From those words Drew picked up important information: Grove Haven had been acquired by Ethan.

No small feat.

Of course, that alone had not yet shocked Drew.

After all, he was San Francisco's famed real estate mogul and founder of a three-hundred-billion-dollar real estate group.

In terms of status, he definitely ranked higher than the owner of a luxury retreat.

Meeting the owner and losing face for the first time left Drew feeling more disgruntled than ever.

In the past he had only lost face in front of strangers.

Now, with his identity revealed, he had to maintain dignity even more.

While Drew was pondering, his phone suddenly rang.

It was his emergency line. Unless something was urgent, no one dared call it.

Curious, Drew answered.

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Chapter 152: Dynasty Palace on the Table

"What did you say?"

The call connected, and upon hearing the general manager's words, Drew Wendell furrowed his brows.

"Wasn't that already settled?"

"Why the sudden change?"

The general manager explained the situation to Drew.

"All right. I'll head back immediately," Drew said at last, helpless.

They had already reached a preliminary cooperation agreement with Hilton. The hotel group planned to build a new property in San Francisco and had entrusted Wendell Realty Group with construction—only the contract signing remained.

Thinking the deal was secure, Drew had slipped away for leisure at Grove Haven Retreat.

Then everything went sideways.

A real estate company from Seattle suddenly entered the competition, going head-to-head with Wendell Realty.

That Seattle firm had worked with Hilton multiple times and even had ties to Hilton's Asia-Pacific vice president.

In an instant, Wendell Realty found itself at a disadvantage.

"Ethan, I've got business to handle—I can't play chess with you," Drew said, standing and apologizing.

"In such a hurry. Did something difficult come up, Drew?"

What could possibly make someone as prominent as the chairman of Wendell Realty feel so rushed?

Drew Wendell was, by any measure, a major name in San Francisco.

"A real estate company from Seattle is trying to steal the project from me. That Hilton hotel was supposed to be ours," Drew said bitterly.

"By the way, Ethan, do you happen to know any of Hilton Asia-Pacific's senior executives?" he asked, studying Ethan.

Though Drew had extensive connections, he did not know Hilton's top leadership.

"Hilton?" Ethan murmured.

"If you don't mind, Drew, tell me about it."

Besides sharing the pride common to many wealthy bosses, Drew Wendell was a decent man.

"Here's the situation..."

Drew quickly explained, setting aside any thought of boasting or saving face.

"I understand. I could call the president of Hilton Asia-Pacific. As long as Wendell Realty's price is right, he'll handle things fairly," Ethan said.

"Oh?"

Hearing that, Drew's eyes lit up.

"Thanks a lot, Ethan."

After Ethan made the call to Hilton's Asia-Pacific president, it was getting late, and the two parted ways.

Shortly after, the Hilton Asia-Pacific president called Drew personally.

"I received a call from the vice president. Don't worry, Mr. Wendell. I won't play favorites."

"Thank you."

As long as Hilton did not favor the Seattle company, Drew felt quite confident.

After all, this was San Francisco. His construction costs were surely lower than a Seattle firm's, which meant he could bid lower.

"Something's not right."

After hanging up, Drew suddenly realized something was off.

Received a call from the vice president?

Ethan had been the one who called Hilton just now.

Could Ethan be the vice president of Hilton?

This time Drew was truly shocked.

Being addressed as vice president by Hilton's Asia-Pacific president meant he had to be vice president of Hilton International Hotels Group—not merely some regional division.

Ethan turned out to be a dignified Hilton vice president. How impressive.

If Ethan held a vice president role at another major company, Drew would not have been so surprised.

But Hilton was different.

Behind Hilton stood the powerful conglomerate Blackstone Group.

Blackstone was one of the world's top independent alternative asset management and financial advisory firms—and one of the largest.

Three years ago it managed assets worth more than two hundred billion dollars.

As for how many billions Blackstone managed now, no one knew.

The strength of Blackstone was truly terrifying.

Serving as vice president of Hilton International Hotels Group, Ethan surely had close ties to Blackstone.

Ethan was incredible.

Filled with admiration and shock, Drew began to wonder how to express his gratitude.

Ethan had done him a huge favor. He definitely needed to show appreciation.

But how?

Finally Drew steeled himself and decided on a generous gift—both to thank Ethan and to build goodwill.

He gritted his teeth and decided to give Ethan his villa at Dynasty Palace.

Dynasty Palace, though only two words, was enough to highlight its exceptional nature.

Anything named "Palace," especially in San Francisco, could not be ordinary.

Dynasty Palace, known as the premier luxury residence in San Francisco, was the city's most elite villa enclave and one of the top ten luxury homes in the country.

The entire Dynasty Palace consisted of only eighteen buildings.

Back in 2005, each villa there was already valued at several hundred million dollars.

Now, fifteen years later, how many times had San Francisco housing prices doubled—especially for the city's top luxury homes?

If Wendell Realty Group had not been among the original developers of Dynasty Palace, even someone like Drew Wendell might not have acquired a villa there.

Every resident of Dynasty Palace was a major figure in San Francisco.

Each villa occupied twenty-five thousand square meters, with stone materials sourced from Alpine surface mines—the same stone used in the Louvre and Versailles.

Interiors and furniture utilized mahogany, wood as precious as gold, while drapes and sofas came from the renowned firm CustomSilk, whose clients were mostly Western royalty.

Drew owned the eleventh luxury home at Dynasty Palace.

Once the decision was made, Drew began arrangements and instructed his people to prepare the property transfer contract.

Transferring a Dynasty Palace villa was incredibly complicated and would take a few days.

The next day, Ethan drove away from Grove Haven Retreat and returned to Vilnore International University.

As soon as he parked, before he could head toward campus, someone called out to him.

"Are you faculty or a student?"

A portly middle-aged man stopped Ethan.

"Faculty."

"All right. Come with me. I'm Harvey Yu, vice president of Vilnore International University," the man commanded without waiting for agreement.

"Not interested."

Ethan shrugged. What did Vilnore's vice president have to do with him?

Putting aside his identity and wealth, today was the last day of Ethan's experiential assignment.

In a few hours he would acquire twenty-five percent of Ferrari Group's shares. After that he would have nothing to do with Vilnore International University—so why follow orders from its vice president?

"You..."

Being rejected left the vice president utterly shocked. How dare someone refute him?

Vilnore International University, as a top-tier elite school, naturally did not order students around.

Faculty were another matter.

After speaking, Ethan ignored the vice president and walked away gracefully.

The vice president stood there stomping in anger.

"Just you wait. When I find out who you are, if I don't have you expelled, my last name isn't Yu!" he said darkly.

"Old Yu, what's wrong?"

At that moment a man walked out of the parking lot, seeing the vice president fuming, and asked.

This was Felix Jing, dean of the Music College.

The vice president had a good relationship with Felix Jing, so he explained what had just happened.

"Old Yu, I advise you not to mess with him. You cannot afford to offend him," Felix warned, watching Ethan's departing figure.

"What?"

Felix's words greatly surprised the vice president. How could he, the dignified vice president, not afford to offend an ordinary employee?

It sounded like a joke.

The next second, Felix's words made the vice president tremble.

"He's a billionaire."

The vice president stared at Felix, utterly incredulous.

"He... he's a billionaire?"

"You're joking, right?!"

"Of course," Felix affirmed.

Hearing that, the vice president's legs went weak and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The kid he had just looked down on was actually a billionaire?

Damn.

Time passed slowly, and Ethan completed his afternoon classes.

[Ding]

[Vilnore International University Professor Experiential Task Completed (10/10)]

[Congratulations on acquiring twenty-five percent of Ferrari Group shares, becoming Ferrari Group's second-largest shareholder]

Soon the Billionaire Check-In System chimed and the task was complete.

Ethan became Ferrari's second-largest shareholder—and its second-most influential person.

Ferrari's total market value was about two hundred billion dollars. A twenty-five percent stake equaled fifty billion.

In just ten days, Ethan's net worth had skyrocketed by another fifty billion.

This kind of experiential task was simply exhilarating.

The more, the merrier.

As a top luxury car brand, Ferrari held considerable influence and connections internationally.

With this, Ethan's network, resources, and other advantages had taken another major step forward.

As Ethan became Ferrari's second-largest shareholder, a private plane worth more than four hundred million dollars slowly landed at San Francisco International Airport.

A few minutes later, a young man around thirty disembarked, followed by a team of elites.

Outside the airport, San Francisco tycoon and billionaire Felix Song was waiting.

Seeing the young man arrive, Felix quickly went up to greet him courteously.

"Welcome to San Francisco, Mr. Guo."

Felix initiated a handshake.

Some passersby stopped to watch.

Felix Song was a famous billionaire in San Francisco, known by many.

Yet now, as a dignified San Francisco billionaire, he was polite—even respectful—toward a young man.

Who exactly was this young man?

In the end Felix and the young man left the airport and headed toward a top-tier restaurant in San Francisco.

Along the way Felix remained courteous.

He had no choice. Even though he was a San Francisco bigwig, he had to act this way in front of this young man.

After all, the young man was from XJ Realty Group in Seattle.

As that city's renowned real estate company, XJ Realty Group's total market value exceeded two hundred and sixty billion dollars.

Unlike other real estate firms, XJ Realty was family-owned—the Sinclair family held one hundred percent ownership.

And this young man was the family's eldest son, Gavin Sinclair.

Gavin had come to San Francisco to compete with local real estate tycoons to construct a Hilton hotel.

XJ Realty was the same company Ethan had heard Drew Wendell competing against at Grove Haven.

While eating, Gavin and Felix chatted.

Eventually the conversation shifted to San Francisco's International Financial Center.

San Francisco's International Financial Center had been built by XJ Realty Group.

"By the way, Mr. Fang, I heard the Hang City International Financial Center Tower recently changed hands. Do you know about it?" Gavin asked curiously.

"Of course. I not only know about it—I know the billionaire who acquired Hang City's International Financial Center," Felix replied proudly.

"Oh, that's great."

Hearing that, a smile appeared on Gavin's face.

"He's a young and promising major figure," Felix said, unable to hide his admiration as he thought of Ethan.

Young and promising?

Gavin sneered disdainfully. Only he was worthy of that phrase—no one else.

"Help me get in touch with him. Tell him I want to acquire his Hang City International Financial Center," Gavin said domineeringly.

Having just become deputy general manager of XJ Realty, Gavin wanted a big move to elevate his status within the family and smoothly become general manager.

He had long set his sights on Hang City's International Financial Center.

After all, Hang City was relatively close to San Francisco.

"No problem, Mr. Guo, but personally I think the chance of Mr. Caldwell selling Hang City's International Financial Center Tower is not high," Felix said honestly.

"Heh."

"You don't have to worry about anything else. Just contact that Caldwell for me," Gavin said arrogantly.

"Since I said it, I naturally have a way."

"By then, whether to sell or not won't be Caldwell's decision."

Gavin did not take this "Mr. Caldwell" seriously at all.

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Chapter 153: Fifteen Billion, Casual as Cash

As deputy general manager of XJ Realty Group and eldest son of the Sinclair family, Gavin Sinclair naturally had that confidence.

XJ Realty had built the International Financial Center in San Francisco and maintained a strong network in the city.

The Sinclair family and XJ Realty Group were not something a man named Caldwell could compare with.

"By the way, where is Mr. Guo staying tonight? Grand Hyatt San Francisco is quite nice. I know the general manager there and can arrange a presidential suite," Felix Song suggested.

Grand Hyatt San Francisco was a renowned five-star luxury hotel where many wealthy visitors to the city stayed.

"No need."

"Grand Hyatt is nothing special," Gavin sneered, completely looking down on it.

"I already contacted someone and booked Historic House Number Four at Grove Haven Retreat."

"Only Grove Haven is worthy of my status."

"Historic House Number Four?"

Felix was very surprised.

Even he might not be able to book Historic House Number Four at Grove Haven.

As expected from XJ Realty Group—impressive.

After dinner the two went out.

At that moment twelve Rolls-Royce Phantoms waited outside in a supercar convoy.

"Oh my—twelve Rolls-Royce Phantoms. That must add up to a billion, right?"

"Who on earth could this big shot be?"

"Truly outrageously wealthy."

Outside, many passersby stopped to watch, taking photos and discussing.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Gavin strode proudly into the leading Rolls-Royce Phantom.

"Mr. Guo is impressive. Just arrived and already arranged so many Rolls-Royces," Felix remarked inside the car.

"Oh, just some ordinary stuff," Gavin said, lips curving slightly.

"Isn't it just a supercar convoy worth nearly a billion? Very ordinary."

"In Seattle, a few of my supercars easily add up to over a billion."

"No big deal."

Gavin spoke exactly for that show-off feeling.

A convoy of twelve Rolls-Royces really demonstrated status.

Only this could highlight his standing—his identity as the king of showing off.

When it came to showing off, he dared claim first place; no one dared claim second.

In a few days, when he met that Caldwell fellow, his majesty would shine.

That Caldwell would definitely be in awe, exclaiming he could not afford to offend him.

How could there be such an impressive man in the world?

Arriving at Grove Haven Retreat, Gavin was stunned the first time he visited.

"This is definitely built by an internationally renowned master designer."

"Understated luxury."

He really had not chosen wrong.

Only such a sophisticated and prestigious place was worthy of him.

He just did not know who owned Grove Haven. If he had the chance, he had to get to know them.

After completing the experience task, Ethan returned to Tomson Riviera.

The next morning, as he woke up, the Billionaire Check-In System suddenly sounded.

[System Task Release: Sign-in task. Would you like to sign in?]

Hearing the system's voice, Ethan instantly snapped out of his sleepiness.

A sign-in task?

There was actually a sign-in task.

"Sign in."

[Ding]

[Sign-in successful. Congratulations on obtaining a Pagani HP Barchetta]

"Pagani HP Barchetta—a supercar?"

The system actually gave him a supercar?

Checking his phone, Ethan was a bit surprised. Initially he thought the Pagani HP Barchetta was worth only two or three million.

Unexpectedly it was valued at one point two billion dollars—close to one point three billion.

This was absolutely one of the world's top supercars.

The Pagani HP Barchetta was a limited edition launched globally by Pagani to commemorate founder Horacio Pagani's sixtieth birthday.

Crafted by experts from the Uno-di-Uno division, it featured an open-top design and a blue-and-black color scheme. It was also the last Zonda model by Pagani—a collectible luxury car.

"Not bad."

Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

Last night he had received a message from Drew Wendell, chairman of Wendell Realty Group, saying he wanted to meet.

Conveniently, having just signed in for a new car, Ethan could take it out for a spin.

At that moment the Pagani HP Barchetta was already parked downstairs.

Driving it, Ethan headed straight to the Wendell Realty Group building.

"I'd like to see Mr. Wendell. I had an appointment earlier," a young man in a custom suit told the receptionist.

He was deputy general manager for the Americas region of a Fortune 500 company.

Having just graduated from Harvard, through family connections he had directly become deputy general manager, full of ambition.

Today he had come to Wendell Realty to pitch his company to Drew Wendell, hoping for future cooperation.

"I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Wendell has important matters today, so all appointments have been postponed until tomorrow," the receptionist apologized.

"What?"

Hearing this, the young man showed impatience.

Postponed until tomorrow?

"Fine then."

Although furious inside, it was Drew's decision and he dared not object.

Just as he was about to leave, a handsome young man approached.

"I'm looking for Drew Wendell," Ethan said.

"And you are?" the receptionist asked.

"Ethan Caldwell."

"It turns out to be Mr. Caldwell. Please wait a moment. I'll arrange for you to meet Mr. Wendell immediately."

Knowing Ethan's identity, the receptionist spoke respectfully at once.

"What?"

Beside him, the young man who had not yet left was stunned by the receptionist's words.

What was going on?

Wasn't Mr. Wendell not meeting anyone today?

"Tell me clearly—why can this kid meet Mr. Wendell and I can't?" the young man angrily reprimanded the receptionist.

He was, after all, deputy general manager of a Fortune 500 company for the Americas region, with exalted status.

Even he was not allowed—so why was this kid allowed?

"Maybe because I'm good-looking," Ethan replied casually, seeing the receptionist intimidated.

Hearing that, the young man grew even more furious.

Did those words imply he was ugly?

The young man was about to explode and teach Ethan a lesson when Drew Wendell stepped out of the elevator.

When the young man saw Drew, he immediately closed his mouth and stood respectfully.

Don't even mention him—even his father had to respectfully call out "President Wendell" when he saw Drew.

This was the chairman of Wendell Realty Group, a real estate mogul in San Francisco.

"Hello, President Wendell."

"Hello, President Wendell."

As soon as they saw Drew, the employees immediately greeted him.

"Has Mr. Caldwell arrived?" Drew asked. He had been waiting for Ethan for a while.

Just as he finished speaking, Drew saw Ethan at the reception desk and immediately came over.

"Mr. Caldwell is here. Please come in," Drew said courteously.

Without Ethan, he feared the Hilton deal would have slipped through his fingers.

Led by Drew, the two headed toward his office.

The young man remained silent on the spot.

President Wendell came down from his office to greet this kid?

The young man was stunned. Was this the prominent real estate mogul of San Francisco personally greeting him?

Unbelievable.

Was it because this kid was handsome?

Thinking about what Ethan had just said, the young man began to doubt.

Ultimately he made up his mind.

No—just because he's handsome?

If I'm lacking naturally, I'll improve myself later.

After leaving Wendell Realty, the young man began contacting people.

"Get me a ticket to South Korea and arrange the top plastic surgery hospital."

The young man decided to take action.

"Dynasty Palace?"

Looking at the real estate transfer contract in front of him, Ethan was quite astonished.

He had heard of the number one mansion in San Francisco and never imagined Drew Wendell would be so generous as to give him a villa at Dynasty Palace.

As the top villa area in San Francisco, Dynasty Palace represented status and prestige, sought after by countless bigwigs.

There were only a dozen or so villas there, madly competed over by major personalities.

"Mr. Caldwell, please don't refuse. It's just a small token," Drew said again, fearing Ethan would decline.

From building his success from scratch to creating the three-hundred-billion-dollar Wendell Realty Group, Drew had a sharp eye.

He recognized Ethan's extraordinary nature and deemed it worthy to offer his most prized Dynasty Palace villa for a close relationship.

"All right."

Eventually, under Drew's strong suggestion, Ethan signed his name.

From then on, Villa Number Eleven of Dynasty Palace belonged to Ethan.

After chatting with Drew a bit more, Ethan left.

That afternoon Ethan took Natalie Brooks to the International Financial Center in San Francisco.

With his net worth and assets continuously increasing, the capital management company Ethan had previously established in Hang City was no longer enough.

Now Ethan wanted to establish a new company in San Francisco to manage his various assets and properties there.

Using his connections, Ethan reached out to Dong Chengyun, general manager of San Francisco International Financial Center, to plan the establishment of a company there.

As San Francisco's International Financial Center, its scale far surpassed Hang City's.

San Francisco International Financial Center was composed of four parts, including three towers and a commercial building connected to a shorter eighty-five-meter building.

The entire complex featured a facade of silver-gray glass curtains, with a main color scheme of white and silver-gray, creating a modern and elegant atmosphere.

Upon arriving, Ethan met with Dong Chengyun.

Under Dong's guidance, Ethan toured an office building.

"Mr. Caldwell, what do you think?" Dong asked after viewing several floors.

"This is the central area of San Francisco—a landmark building. Many major headquarters of Fortune Global 500 companies are located here," Dong stated proudly.

"Being able to rent a floor here is proof of a company's financial strength."

"Not bad. I'll buy it," Ethan nodded.

"Uh—you plan to rent... ah, Mr. Caldwell, what did you say?"

"Buy?" Dong's expression changed in confusion. "You plan to buy this floor?"

"No."

"This building?" Dong felt even more bewildered.

"No. I plan to buy the entire San Francisco International Financial Center," Ethan replied casually.

San Francisco International Financial Center, located in the city's core, held special status.

Initially Ethan had only intended to rent a few floors or a single building, but after seeing it he changed his mind.

This place was not suitable for a branch office—it was for establishing headquarters.

With assets spread across different industries, Ethan had a grander vision.

Building his commercial empire and managing his numerous properties—this would be the group headquarters.

"What?"

"Buy the entire International Financial Center?"

Upon hearing Ethan's words, Dong was stunned.

Just to open a company, he planned to buy the entire San Francisco International Financial Center?

Incredible.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell. This matter is too significant. I cannot decide."

"Please wait a moment while I personally contact the president."

Finally he invited Ethan to the conference room while Dong contacted the president of XJ Realty Group.

A few minutes later, Ethan had a video call with XJ Realty's president.

"Sir, you intend to buy San Francisco International Financial Center?" the president spoke coldly.

"It initially cost us billions to build. You might not be able to afford it?"

Hearing Dong's report, the president had initially been very excited.

For various reasons, XJ Realty Group was in a financial bind.

Moreover the real estate market had been hit hard, affecting XJ Realty and resulting in severe liquidity issues.

If someone could buy San Francisco's International Financial Center, XJ Realty would receive a significant influx of cash.

However, upon seeing Ethan, his excitement immediately disappeared and his attitude turned much colder.

Ethan appeared too young—unbelievably so.

Could such a young man have considerable financial resources?

Don't be ridiculous.

"How much do you propose to pay?" the president asked.

"If the funds aren't suitable, let's forget it."

"Not much. Fifteen billion," Ethan said.

Fifteen billion?

Hearing that, the president was stunned.

XJ Realty needed that large sum for liquidity.

"Pleasure doing business."

The president smiled flatteringly, altering his previously cold attitude.

Finally Ethan and XJ Realty made the transaction.

San Francisco's International Financial Center belonged to Ethan.

That evening, upon receiving an invitation from Felix Song, Ethan drove his Pagani HP Barchetta to Grove Haven Retreat.

In front of Historic House Number Four, Gavin Sinclair looked at the twelve Rolls-Royces parked around and nodded in satisfaction.

When that Caldwell guy arrived, those Rolls-Royces would definitely give him a huge shock.

In this way he'd inadvertently showcase his immense financial power.

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Chapter 154: Six Billion Pocket Change

Twelve Rolls-Royce Phantoms were arranged in two rows in a V-shape in front of Historic House Number Four, exuding overwhelming aura and style.

A single Rolls-Royce Phantom cost around nine million dollars, so twelve of them added up to one hundred and eight million.

With these twelve Rolls-Royces parked here, even other guests at the retreat couldn't help but stop and look.

"This is just too extravagant."

"Twelve Rolls-Royces parked here—who is he?"

"Filthy rich and inhumane."

A few guests gazed enviously at Gavin Sinclair, surrounded by twelve Rolls-Royces in front of Historic House Number Four.

Even if they were quite wealthy themselves, they'd never seen such a display of luxury.

Enjoying the stunned looks, the corners of Gavin's mouth curved up, exuding an even more arrogant air.

This was face value.

Did anyone else have it?

When Ethan arrived later, it would be his turn to be dumbfounded.

Hands clasped behind his back, Gavin stood there waiting.

Because Ethan had just bought San Francisco's International Financial Center, the president of XJ Realty Group was still holding an emergency meeting discussing the company's future development.

Therefore no one had notified Gavin.

A few minutes later, a Pagani HP Barchetta slowly drove up.

It eventually stopped in front of the twelve Rolls-Royce Phantoms.

In terms of grandeur and size, the Pagani couldn't compare to those twelve Rolls-Royces.

Even so, the Pagani HP Barchetta still caught everyone's attention.

In other aspects it might not match the Rolls-Royces, but in terms of price the Pagani was on a whole other level.

Even twelve Rolls-Royces together couldn't match the price of this Pagani HP Barchetta.

"Whoa—whose young master is this?"

"Does San Francisco have such a car?"

"Could it be a young master from New York?"

As many people recognized the Pagani HP Barchetta, they were more surprised by the identity of the car's owner.

Getting out of the car, Ethan confirmed this was Historic House Number Four and walked over.

"Hello, Mr. Guo. I'm Ethan Caldwell," Ethan introduced himself.

"Ah?"

Gavin uttered in shock.

This was the same Caldwell—the owner of Hang City's International Financial Center?

Gavin stared blankly at Ethan and his Pagani HP Barchetta, speechless and stunned.

Damn it.

You actually drove over in a Pagani HP Barchetta worth more than one hundred twenty million dollars—are you kidding me?

Twelve Rolls-Royces couldn't match the value of one car. So what was left to compete on?

First rule of showing off with luxury cars: failed.

Buying a luxury car worth over one hundred million—you're something else.

Gavin was filled with admiration. Despite having so many Rolls-Royces here, most were obtained through various connections and weren't even owned by the Sinclair family.

When it came to being a spendthrift, Gavin conceded, completely convinced.

He thought he was already quite the spendthrift, but compared to Ethan he was like a minor character next to a major star.

Spending over one hundred million on a supercar—did your dad know without breaking your legs?

Gavin classified Ethan among the top-tier spendthrifts.

However, since Ethan was a spendthrift, buying Hang City's International Financial Center from him should be quite simple.

After all, all spendthrifts cared about was money.

"Hello, Mr. Caldwell. Please come in," Gavin said after greeting him.

Soon other guests invited by Gavin arrived one by one. They were wealthy merchants from San Francisco, related to both XJ Realty Group and the Sinclair family.

Gavin naturally had his intentions—aiming to intimidate Ethan through his connections.

"Hello, Mr. Guo."

These wealthy business tycoons greeted Gavin.

"Mr. Qian, how is Baihui Group doing lately?"

"Mr. Liu, I heard your net worth increased by over a billion recently."

Right in front of Ethan, Gavin chatted vividly with these tycoons, deliberately highlighting their identities.

However Ethan seemed unfazed, wandering around the historic house.

This made Gavin quite annoyed.

Even using connections to show off didn't work?

If connections didn't work, he'd use money. On this trip to San Francisco he had brought along six billion dollars from XJ Realty Group.

"By the way, Mr. Guo, what brings you to San Francisco?" a wealthy man asked.

"Nothing much—just here for a small project," Gavin said politely.

"A small project? No way."

"We don't believe it, Mr. Guo. You're the young master of XJ Realty Group. How could it be a small project?"

Several wealthy men shook their heads.

"Oh—you're the young master of XJ Realty Group?" Ethan said in surprise nearby.

On the phone, Felix Song hadn't specified the details.

He just knew Ethan had acquired the International Financial Center in San Francisco from XJ Realty Group.

"Yes, indeed," Gavin nodded proudly.

Mentioning XJ Realty Group, several wealthy men marveled.

"XJ Realty Group is truly powerful."

"Not only is their strength formidable—their wealth is terrifying."

"Their financial prowess is just so-so," Gavin said dismissively, feeling it was his moment to show off.

"We're too poor. I only brought six billion to San Francisco this time."

"Whoa."

"Six billion—that's impressive."

The wealthy merchants marveled. Typical for XJ Realty Group—casually wielding a sum like six billion.

"XJ Realty Group does seem a bit poor," Ethan spoke up unexpectedly.

Originally Ethan had valued San Francisco's International Financial Center at between seventeen and nineteen billion.

Unexpectedly he had only spent fifteen billion.

Ethan speculated XJ Realty must have encountered some issue; otherwise they would not have readily agreed.

Had they missed out on him, few could muster fifteen billion to buy the International Financial Center in the future.

Even many super-large groups might not mobilize that much cash.

Upon hearing Ethan's words, everyone was stunned.

Did he say the over-two-hundred-billion-valued XJ Realty Group seemed a bit poor?

Were they hearing wrong?

Mr. Guo was being humble—but what Ethan said was outlandishly bold.

"Ha ha."

Gavin was quite angered. Not only had he failed to show off—he'd been mocked.

How could XJ Realty Group possibly be poor?

Gavin's face was livid as he turned to face Ethan.

"Ethan Caldwell, let's get to the point. I'm interested in your Hang City International Financial Center," Gavin said boldly.

"I won't shortchange you—three billion to sell it to me."

"Hmm?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"You want to buy my Hang City International Financial Center, but you're too late. I've already purchased your San Francisco International Financial Center."

"I'm not planning to sell the one in Hang City now," Ethan said apologetically.

With Ethan's words, the whole mansion fell into dead silence.

He bought the San Francisco International Financial Center?

Did they hear wrong?

Was the International Financial Center something you could just buy?

It would undoubtedly be at a sky-high price.

These wealthy men were dismissive, simply not believing Ethan's words.

"Hahaha."

"In terms of bragging, I give it to you," Gavin laughed loudly, mocking Ethan.

"Buying our International Financial Center—do you even have the money? Do you even..."

Before Gavin could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

Taking out the phone, Gavin frowned, surprised it was his father—none other than the current president of XJ Realty Group.

With confusion, Gavin answered.

"Dad, what's up?"

The next second, hearing his father's response left Gavin completely stunned.

"What?"

"Did you say you sold San Francisco's International Financial Center?" Gavin asked loudly, thinking he had misheard.

In the old mansion, hearing Gavin's words, the previously indifferent wealthy businessmen who didn't believe Ethan looked at each other in disbelief.

Did XJ Realty Group really sell San Francisco's International Financial Center?

How could it be possible?

How much money would it take to buy it?

They asked themselves—even if they combined all their assets, they might not afford San Francisco's International Financial Center.

Could what Ethan said be true?

"Dad, what's the name of the person who bought the International Financial Center?" Gavin asked again, still unwilling to believe it.

"Ethan Caldwell. He's a super-wealthy individual who paid the full fifteen billion immediately," his father's voice came through the phone.

This time Gavin was completely convinced.

It really was Ethan who bought San Francisco's International Financial Center.

Hanging up, Gavin stood there completely dazed.

He had been thinking about acquiring someone else's Hang City International Financial Center, but hadn't even taken action yet.

Meanwhile Ethan had casually bought his San Francisco International Financial Center and paid in full without delay.

Guo Xingran felt extremely embarrassed.

"Ethan is impressive."

"I didn't expect someone as young as Ethan to have such financial strength."

"Ethan is truly an outstanding young talent in San Francisco."

After learning Ethan had indeed acquired San Francisco's International Financial Center, these wealthy businessmen came over, attitudes turning one hundred eighty degrees, fawning over him.

Only Gavin was left standing there, petrified.

For a long time Gavin remained in shock.

"Ethan, I take back what I said earlier," Gavin said casually, without apologizing.

It was just buying San Francisco's International Financial Center—only fifteen billion after all.

And he was the eldest son of XJ Realty Group, valued at over two hundred billion—not something Ethan could compare to.

Gavin still carried immense pride in his heart.

A few minutes later footsteps approached, and a foreign man around thirty-eight or nine walked in.

Seeing this foreign man, Gavin's eyes lit up.

His chance to flaunt had arrived again.

This foreigner was named Adrian, vice president of Hilton Hotel Group for the Asia-Pacific region.

Gavin had met him at a ball in Seattle, and they were considered friends.

Adrian was his biggest reliance in San Francisco against competing Wendell Realty Group.

"Adrian, you're here," Gavin greeted with a smile and handshake.

"Dear Guo, hello," Adrian said in clumsy English, clearly having just begun learning the language.

Gavin had invited Adrian to discuss future matters.

Adrian's identity was also his secret weapon for flaunting. Bringing Hilton Group into the mix could outshine anyone.

"Let me introduce everyone. This is Mr. Adrian, vice president of Hilton Group for the Asia-Pacific region—one of the world's top ten hotel groups."

"He is my friend," Gavin introduced proudly, emphasizing the last sentence with exceptional weight.

"Vice president of Hilton?"

"Impressive."

"Hello, Mr. Adrian."

Everyone quickly stepped forward, speaking politely.

This was Hilton's vice president—they had to curry favor.

Just as Gavin looked at Ethan with smugness, Adrian also noticed him.

"Wow, Mr. Caldwell!"

Adrian exclaimed, pushed past the crowd, and swiftly walked over to shake Ethan's hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

What was going on?

How did the person they were trying to impress suddenly go ingratiate himself with Ethan?

Gavin was equally confused.

"Adrian, what's the deal?" Gavin asked.

"It's nothing—just seeing our Hilton vice president. Very excited," Adrian explained.

Vice president of Hilton?

Adrian called Ethan the vice president?

Oh my god.

For a moment everyone didn't know what to say.

Amazing—truly amazing.

At this moment everyone was truly convinced. This was too strong.

Not only had he casually bought San Francisco's International Financial Center—he was also Hilton's vice president?

"By the way, Mr. Caldwell is not just the vice president but also the second-largest shareholder of Hilton," Adrian added.

Second-largest shareholder.

That identity was even more shocking than vice president.

Sometimes a vice president might not even have shares.

But the second-largest shareholder was different—considered half the owner of Hilton.

At this moment, looking at Ethan, everyone could only feel awe.

And Gavin—it was as if he had been struck by lightning, standing there in a stupor.

Ethan was Hilton's vice president and second-largest shareholder?

Instantly Gavin felt despair.

He had still been thinking about collaborating with Hilton.

And yet it turned out like this. Sigh.

After discussing Hilton's recent developments with Adrian for a bit, Ethan prepared to leave.

"I still have things to do and need to go," Ethan said.

"Take care, Mr. Caldwell."

"Take care, Mr. Caldwell."

The businessmen repeatedly offered compliments.

"You're too kind."

"Thanks, Guo, for taking care of my hotel business. Stay a few more days at Grove Haven," Ethan added before leaving.

Thanks, Guo, for taking care of the hotel business—stay a few more days at Grove Haven?

It took a few seconds for everyone to grasp it.

So the mysterious owner behind Grove Haven Retreat was Ethan Caldwell.

At this moment everyone was shocked to the point of numbness.

Historic House Number Four of Grove Haven was also Gavin's subtle flaunting method.

He had meticulously prepared numerous flaunting methods, yet in the end failed so completely.

It was as though he and Ethan entered a boxing ring, and after a year of preparation he was knocked out in under three seconds.

Finally Ethan delivered a fatal blow.

Gavin wanted to cry. His heart felt so heavy.

He no longer wanted to flaunt.

He no longer wanted to be the flaunt king.

The next day, while Ethan was resting at Tomson Riviera, he unexpectedly received a handwritten letter from the president of Ferrari Group and a mysterious gift.

The handwritten letter expressed Ferrari's president's gratitude to Ethan, congratulating him on becoming the second-largest shareholder, and expressing willingness to work with Ethan to manage Ferrari better.

As for the gift, it appeared quite mysterious.

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Chapter 155: Number One Vertu

The gift wasn't large, placed in an incredibly exquisite box adorned with a Ferrari logo.

In the letter from Ferrari's president, he specifically mentioned this gift, saying Ethan would definitely like it.

After all, a gift from the president of the grand Ferrari Group mustn't be something simple.

Ethan curiously opened the box.

Inside lay a black phone, also bearing the Ferrari logo.

As soon as it was opened, the phone exuded prestige and honor.

"A phone?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. He really hadn't expected Ferrari's president would gift a phone.

Apart from the phone, there was a manual along with a thoughtful note from Ferrari's president.

After reading it, Ethan suddenly understood.

"So this is the Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 limited edition!" Ethan exclaimed.

Vertu—a luxury phone regarded as the world's most expensive phone brand.

Even the latest flagship models were generally priced around one or two thousand dollars.

But a standard Vertu usually sold for eight or nine thousand, tens of thousands, up to ninety thousand dollars.

Vertu's clientele consisted of high-income individuals, with the goal of custom-designing phones for wealthy people around the world.

Vertu's external appearance was relatively ordinary; its true value lay in the Vertu Concierge service. By pressing the dedicated customer key, you connected directly to Vertu's twenty-four-hour service headquarters.

Whether you wanted information on transportation, entertainment, dining, hotels, and more, personalized services were available worldwide. It was simply a super convenient personal secretary.

This Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 limited edition was collaboratively developed by Ferrari Group and Vertu to celebrate Ferrari's sixtieth anniversary.

Inspired by the arcs of the Ferrari F12berlinetta's body, the phone's body used deep gray diamond-like coating, black PVD titanium metal, and Alutex composite material exclusively used for Ferrari interiors.

The front was inlaid with the prominent Ferrari prancing horse logo, while the back retained the metal brake pedal from the Ferrari cabin.

The phone case was crafted from high-spec red genuine leather used by Ferrari, fully showcasing the unique craftsmanship aesthetics of Ferrari and Vertu.

Being a limited edition, there were only two thousand thirteen units worldwide, and the first three hundred were not sold to the public—they circulated only internally within Ferrari.

Those beyond the three hundred were sold publicly, with domestic market prices ranging from eighty thousand to over ninety thousand dollars.

As for the first three hundred, due to exclusivity, market price was speculated as high as one hundred ninety thousand.

It could no longer be considered just a phone—it was more like a status symbol, akin to a luxury watch.

The phone Ferrari's president gifted Ethan had serial number one.

That meant it was the most prestigious of the entire Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 limited edition.

The phone numbered one was originally treasured by Ferrari Group's president himself.

But due to changes in Ferrari Group's internal equity, Ethan became the second-largest shareholder.

Ferrari's president, wanting to please Ethan, finally gritted his teeth and presented it.

As a Vertu Ascent Ferrari numbered one, its value could no longer be measured by money.

Ethan held the phone in his hand. It really had an impressive feel.

"No wonder it's a Ferrari commemorative edition," Ethan said with satisfaction.

In the evening Ethan and Natalie Brooks were walking inside Tomson Riviera.

Since moving in, Ethan hadn't taken a proper look around.

As they passed Building A, a young man holding a McLaren key walked by.

Wow.

Just a glance at Natalie's profile rooted him to the spot.

She was stunningly beautiful—looks and figure both top-notch, impeccable.

He just didn't know who the guy next to her was.

Whatever. Worst case he could try to steal her away.

Finally the young man turned and walked toward Natalie with a smile.

"Hey! First time seeing you two. Did you just move in?"

"I live in Building A."

"Where do you live?"

The young man introduced himself over-enthusiastically.

"We're in Building B," Ethan answered.

"Building B?"

A slight, hard-to-notice sneer appeared on the young man's face.

From what he knew, Building B at Tomson Riviera was only for rent, not for sale.

So they were just renting—quite different from owning a luxury residence like he did.

"I personally prefer to buy rather than rent. It's more cost-effective," the young man said with proud superiority.

"I bought a four-hundred-plus-square-meter home here with full payment a year ago. It wasn't expensive—only eighty million."

When he said this, the young man made sure to emphasize full payment.

Paying in full for a home at Tomson Riviera was quite impressive.

Just when he was expecting Ethan and Natalie to be astonished, an unexpected voice chimed in.

"Four hundred square meters is indeed a bit small."

Hearing Ethan's words, the young man's expression turned cold.

"Four hundred square meters is small? How big is your house?" he asked, unconvinced.

"Mine isn't very big—just over a thousand square meters," Ethan replied.

Compared to the Lake Heart Island Villa in Hang City, it was indeed small.

If there was time, he should check out Dynasty Palace Villa Number Eleven recently gifted by Drew Wendell. Given it was San Francisco's premier luxury home, it must be vast.

"Over a thousand square meters?"

Hearing that, the young man was dumbfounded.

Did Tomson Riviera have homes over a thousand square meters?

After thinking a while, he remembered Tomson Riviera indeed had two such homes—the most prestigious in the complex.

"You live in the penthouse of Building B?" he asked in astonishment.

"Yeah."

Upon receiving confirmation, the young man was shocked.

As one of the two most prestigious luxury homes at Tomson Riviera, even renting for a year would require several million—or more.

Accumulated rent over a few years was more expensive than his entire home.

In terms of property, he had no advantage at all.

By comparison, he seemed the lowest.

The young man felt agitated since he hadn't yet gotten this beautiful woman's contact information.

At that moment his phone suddenly rang.

He took it out, ready to answer, and upon seeing the phone found another way to show off.

After finishing the call, he purposely flaunted it.

"This Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 limited edition—I got it with help from an internal Ferrari friend. This one's number two hundred eighty-nine."

"Why does a phone that costs tens of thousands feel so disappointing?"

Holding the phone, he said with utmost disdain.

Ethan replied calmly, slowly taking out his own phone.

"Well, I also have one. Seems like it's number one."

"I think it's pretty nice."

"Number one?"

Upon hearing Ethan's words, the young man was dumbfounded.

"What the hell?"

His own Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 Limited Edition was number two hundred eighty-nine, and he had managed to get it only after pulling strings with a senior executive at Ferrari's Americas region.

After smoothing various connections and spending hundreds of thousands, he finally got his hands on it.

And this kid's was number one?

The young man couldn't believe it.

Watching as Ethan slowly took out his phone, the young man excitedly leaned in, staring intently.

In the next second he was stunned.

There was indeed a one mark on it, and this Ferrari-Vertu collaboration product was a limited edition—impossible to counterfeit.

It couldn't be fabricated; otherwise Vertu phone prices wouldn't be so exorbitantly appealing to wealthy individuals and bigwigs.

"Is it really number one?" the young man said with a trembling voice.

It was rumored the first three hundred units of this Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 Limited Edition only circulated within Ferrari internally.

His number two hundred eighty-nine was considered the lowest tier—or it wouldn't have ended up at a branch office.

As for number one, it undoubtedly should have been with Ferrari Group's president or the majority shareholder.

Otherwise it would be on display at Ferrari Group as a permanent keepsake.

But now this Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 Limited Edition number one was in the hands of the young man standing before him.

The young man was genuinely bewildered.

It felt like a dream.

Unbelievable—absolutely incredulous.

Could it be that this Ethan Caldwell was Ferrari's president or majority shareholder?

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, realizing he couldn't afford to offend him.

His face turned pale as a sheet.

No wonder San Francisco's renowned Tomson Riviera was a place hiding tigers and dragons, where all sorts of big shots could be found.

Even if he wasn't Ferrari's president or a major shareholder, owning Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 Limited Edition number one signified formidable identity and status.

"Sorry—sincerely sorry," the young man quickly apologized, speaking humbly.

"I didn't recognize who you were and inadvertently offended you. Please forgive me."

After apologizing, the young man fled at the fastest speed in his life.

At that moment he even regretted buying a home at Tomson Riviera—the big shots there were too terrifying.

"It's still pretty decent," Ethan said, toying with the Vertu Ascent Ferrari 1947 Limited Edition phone.

After wandering around Tomson Riviera for a while, Ethan returned home.

Time flew, and the next day Natalie was busy with the establishment of a branch office.