Downtown Boston.

At the Harvard Business School campus on the south bank of the Charles River, Maria Rozin was translating a former Soviet economic policy document with several colleagues in her office, and followed her to the American female guard Katerina knocked in the door.

When everyone saw Katerina, their expressions were somewhat strange.

During this period, Maria's specific identity, who quietly joined the company, has become a curious thing for her colleagues around her. After all, there are more than 2,000 faculty and staff at Harvard University, and there are definitely very few who have full-time drivers.

Because he had given advice in advance, Maria knew that if Caterina hadn't had something special, she wouldn't come to disturb her. She was inexplicably nervous, so she stood up and walked over: "Kate, what's wrong?"

The female guard stepped back a little and came to the corridor before whispering to Maria who had followed him: "Mr. Westeros is here, right outside."

"ah……"

After the vague guess came true, Maria subconsciously let out a light cry, then quickly covered her mouth.

After quickly calming down, Maria put down her hand, turned her head to signal the office behind her, and said to the female guard: "I...I will get off work in 10 minutes."

Katerina really wanted to roll her mistress.

What an excuse?

Maria blurted out and realized that the reason was too crappy. Can she let him wait outside? What if she delayed for 10 minutes, then what could she do?

Maria came to the United States at the beginning of the month and joined the company directly at Harvard.

However, because the new semester has already begun, I missed the course schedule and could only wait for the next semester to start the teaching task. The woman did not want to remain free in the second half of the year, so she selected one from some of the vacancies provided by Harvard to provide translation support for an on-campus academic team studying the political economy of the former Soviet Union.

This is a very flexible job, because there are also several graduate students who are assistant translators, and even if they don’t appear on weekdays, they will not have any problems.

The reason was not valid, so I had to greet my colleagues in the office and leave early.

After leaving the teaching building where the office was located, Maria followed Caterina in a mess and passed through a corridor. She soon saw two identical black cars parked at an intersection. When they saw them approaching, the driver in one of the cars came down and helped her open the door.

Maria didn't want too many people around to notice this, so she got into the car without hesitation.

Then I found that there were already two people in the back seat, except for him sitting in the middle, Ulyana Meretskova on the other side.

Before she could say anything, the car door had closed.

The car started quickly, and Simon, who was squeezed between two women, looked at the helpless Maria with interest. The woman was wearing a pair of frameless glasses, with blonde hair tied up, revealing a white neck, wearing a khaki coat, with slim black trousers on her hem, and a pair of short black heels on her feet.

A woman with an intellectual temperament can't help but look much younger when she matches her like this.

Maria felt the little man beside her, and she felt that her eyes seemed to be warm. She felt a burning feeling everywhere she saw. After being silent for more than ten seconds, she finally lost the battle first, took the initiative to speak, tilted her head gently and looked at him: "Hello, Mr. Westeros."

When Simon heard the woman say this, she smiled: "Yes, it seems that this is the first time we have met."

"Uh-huh."

"I guess, your current outfit is definitely not something you can match yourself."

Maria didn't expect that he would suddenly mention this, and replied honestly, "It's my daughter..."

I only opened my head, and because of some inexplicable embarrassment, I stopped again.

"Oh, Annette, I know," Simon said, and said again, "Why did you keep Anne in Ukraine if you could have brought her here this time?"

Maria always felt that it was impolite to not look at the other person when she spoke, but she was embarrassed to turn to him no matter what. After all, it was just the aura of the man around her that made her panic and want to jump out of the car and run away. At this time, when Simon talked about her daughter, she felt the same way she had just had.

The main reason is... her daughter is 21 years old.

However, he had to answer the man's question, and he looked at him with a slanted head a little, turned around quickly, and said, "I hope she can complete her undergraduate degree in Ukraine and come to the United States again."

As he spoke, he felt a little strange and strange.

At the beginning, Maria accepted a certain situation with the idea of ​​sacrificing herself, hoping that her four children would have a bright future, just like her eldest daughter, who most thought that no matter what, at least she would help her daughter study abroad, and it would be the best school.

Unexpectedly, she didn't need to mention these things at all, so she took the initiative to help with them.

And they are all the best.

This also made Maria change her mind temporarily and decides that her daughter will continue to stay in Ukraine to study for her undergraduate degree and then study abroad after getting her degree. After all, it only takes one year.

As for the three younger sons, they brought them together this time.

Simon nodded when he heard this. In fact, he had just read some information about the children of two women around him. He did not say more at this time. Instead, he explained to Maria, who was still unclear: "When there is a cocktail party, many people will come here and take you to meet you."

Maria paused, and reacted, her face suddenly became rosy.

This is……

Why...are you not worried that others will know?

Moreover, once she attended this cocktail party, she and Uriyana on the other side, could not tell the identities of the two of them at all. Even after repeated psychological construction, Maria had silently accepted certain things, but she still didn't want this to be known to too many outsiders.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally plucked up the courage and glanced at the little man beside him again. Maria tentatively said, "That, can I... not go?"

Simon shook his head directly: "No."

“…”

How can this man do this?!

Simon refused decisively and then added: "The main reason is that there are some things you need to do next, so I have to give you and Uliya an identity first."

Maria grabbed the corner of her clothes with her hands, thinking that she really didn't want this identity.

Simon looked at the woman's pitiful and nervous look and was unmoved, and continued, "Actually, Uliya is pregnant."

"ah?"

Maria thought she had heard it wrong, so she subconsciously looked up again, but this time she looked at Ulyana Meretskova, who had not spoken on the other side.

When Uriyana saw her looking over, she just nodded slightly.

Then, Maria withdrew some of her eyes slightly and turned to him: "What does this have to do with me?"

Actually, I want to know more about how he plans to deal with this matter, but when I speak, I change my words.

Simon shook his head slightly: "I'll talk about this after our drinks."

As we chatted like this, two luxury cars crossed the Charles River and soon arrived at a Marriott hotel on the North Shore. A girl who had arrived in advance was welcomed by the parking lot. When Simon took the two women out of the car, she personally led her to a banquet hall in the hotel.

The reception has begun.

According to the introduction of Girl A along the way, most of the guests who were invited and were in Boston would come here. In addition, some people would actively contact us and hope to attend. According to the specific circumstances, the female assistant also selected a part.

Backed by two top universities in Harvard and MIT, Boston has gathered a large number of world-class companies, the most famous of which is GE, as well as globally renowned companies such as Gillette, Fidelity Fund, and Boston Consulting.

Since Simon is here, it will definitely be beneficial to deal with core figures in these schools, companies and even local governments.

In the banquet hall, when Simon appeared, all the guests who had arrived gathered their eyes immediately. Then, they couldn't help but notice two beautiful women around Simon who were so radiant that they couldn't tell their age.

Fortunately, everyone is used to this kind of thing, but no one makes a fuss.

As an assistant, A followed the man competently to recommend Simon, the principal of MIT, the Nobel Prize winner, the mayor of Boston, the CEO of Gillette, etc., and it took half an hour to go around.

Walking back to the two guests who had just arrived, A girl came in her ears and said in a low and quick introduction: "Harvard President, Neil Ludsteen, Neil is also a Ukrainian immigrant. Another, Richard Mellon Skyve, a descendant of the Mellon family, runs the paper media business, the far right, and one of the main promoters behind the Paula Jones case."

As he said that, he had already come close.

Simon first took the initiative to extend his hand to Neil Ludsteen, the current president of Harvard University who is about 60 years old, greeted him, then turned to Richard Mellon Skyve and shook his hand: "Hello, Mr. Skyve, I'm glad to know you."

"Hello, Simon, my friends call me Charlie," Richard Mellon Skyve, who is also in his 60s, smiled and shook hands with Simon, and then looked at the two ladies beside Simon without much concealing their interest: "What are these two?"

"Oh, this is Maria, and Uriyana."

After a long journey, I saw a bunch of big names on the upper level of the American pyramid. Even Maria, who was reluctant to come, gradually became skillful. After listening to Simon's introduction, she politely extended her hand to Skyve in front of her: "Hello, Mr. Skyve."

Richard Mellon Skye agreed with a smile, but grabbed Maria's little hand and leaned over slightly, obviously wanting to give a kiss.

Maria was already uncomfortable with Skyve's lustful smile. Seeing that the other party was like this, she subconsciously pulled her hand back.

Suddenly, Skyve, who was already half bent, suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Maria, who realized that she had offended the other party, looked at the little man beside her guiltily, worried that he would blame herself for messing up the social engagement.

After all... maybe... this is just a normal etiquette.

Simon gave the woman a soothing look, and then said lightly to Skye, who was embarrassed and straightened up, "Maria is not used to kissing her hands, Mr. Skye, Ulia is not used to it, I'm so embarrassed."

On the other side, Uriyana felt the stiffness in the man's tone and directly gave up the thought of reaching out to greet him.

"Oh, that's nothing," Richard Mellon Skyve saw that Simon still used the title of "Mr. Skyve" after he had just approached it, and understood that he wanted to take advantage of it. However, as a descendant of the Mellon family who has been in the United States for a hundred years, Skyve didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions just now. Instead, he also felt unhappy and couldn't help saying: "Speaking of it, Simon, I used to live in Pittsburgh, but I was frightened by the bombing two years ago and had to move to Boston. Hey, this kind of thing happened in America, which is really a blasphemy to the civilized world."

Simon seemed to have no idea what the meaning in Skye's words meant, and shrugged slightly: "I have understood since I was 3 years old that the world is not that beautiful. Mr. Skye, you should be glad that you only need to hide in Boston. If I remember correctly, Hurst III is still hiding in Morocco now, and he is much more unlucky than you, and probably will never be able to return to the United States in this life."

The potential verbal confrontation between the two was actually the series of storms two years ago.

Seeing Simon mentioning Hurst III, Richard Mellon Skye's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

If we talk about strength, the Hurst family, whose media empire is spread all over the United States, is several levels higher than his media company boss whose influence is limited to New England in the northeastern United States. A few years ago, unless the entire Mellon family was brought together, they could reach the level of the Hurst family being equally matched. And that is, the old American Qian family, which has been passed down for a hundred years, quickly fell into decline in just two years.

It's all because of Simon Westeros.

Looking at the young man in front of me, not to mention anything else, just the terrifying net worth of $1.5 trillion is enough to suppress the person until he is completely useless.

Thinking of this, Richard Mellon Skyve, who was born in the Mellon family and had a sense of arrogance, was inevitably reluctant to admit that his behavior just now was very inappropriate. However, because of the pride of the century-old Qian family, he must not be able to apologize for this.

In this atmosphere, even Harvard President Neil Ludstin felt a little out of the way. Fortunately, someone soon helped them to rescue them.

"Hey Simon, how did you think of coming to Boston?"

The person who spoke was Jack Welch, the head of General Electric who had just arrived.

When Simon heard Welch's greeting, he ignored Richard Mellon Skyve, but he nodded slightly to Neil Ludsteen, turned to the head of General Electric with the two women around him, hugged each other enthusiastically, and said, "There happens to be something. Since it's coming, I'll say hello to everyone. Jack, I'm glad you can take the time to come."

"As the host, of course I have to come over," Welch said, joking, looking at the two people beside Simon: "Is this?"

Simon introduced again: "Maria, and Ulia, they just joined Harvard recently."
Chapter completed!