The perspective of everyone in the Italian restaurant has now changed 360 degrees. Especially women, who yearn to be side by side with the successor of the Stonevrustarios family. Apart from being handsome and charismatic, Kleiner Rutherford Stonevrustarios became the centre of attention in the United Kingdom because of his ability to turn about his family's business, which was originally out of business, now dominates the number one position in Great Britain.
Ivan realized that his master's wife was being photographed by many people. He also invited Vyschella out of the place immediately.
"Let's get out of this restaurant, Miss!"
Vyschella, who was not prepared for this kind of situation, could only nod and follow the driver's words without arguing in the slightest.
"Miss Diana, please clean up the mess in this restaurant!"
Ivan reminded the secretary Kleiner to sort out the mess that was going on.
"And make sure no Miss's photo gets all over the media!"
Diana looked at Ivan and Vyschella while nodding.
"Yes."
**
"Shit!"
Kleiner was very upset when he saw several photos of his wife circulating in cyberspace. But not only that, the various descriptions in the photo did not escape making his blood boil.
"Find and throw the media uploader in jail!"
Oscar gasped at his master's command. He turned off the laptop and then looked at Kleiner, who was smoking out the window of his office.
"Master, isn't that great?"
Whosh!
Kleiner blew the cigarette smoke into the air roughly. He turned to face Oscar, who was standing right behind him.
"Are you crazy?"
Oscar took a deep breath, trying to stay calm in the face of his master's anger.
"Master, at least Miss Cyra knows that your life is fine without her!"
"Stupid!"
Kleiner leaned against the white wall as he continued to enjoy his cigarette. Sometimes his eyes wandered into the middle of nowhere.
"Don't just think from one perspective, Oscar! Just know that Vyschella lives under the pressure of her family!"
Gluk!
'Since when did Mr. Kley become such a caring man? Is he starting to open his heart to Miss Cia?' Oscar asked inwardly, nodding.
"Then what's your next plan, Sir?"
"Isn't there a meeting with foreign businessmen after lunch?"
Kleiner could no longer hide his feelings for Vyschella which had slowly taken over his heart.
'Unlucky! Is this soon?' Kleiner asked himself.
"That's right, Sir. Meeting with Mr. Semyon Boldayev from Moscow, Russia."
Oscar handed over a document for the master to read immediately.
"Oh, about our investment in the Bolshoi theatre, Russia, isn't it?"
Kleiner grabbed the document from Oscar's hand and opened it. His eyes began to trace the word for word contained in the document and then read it carefully. He began to see one by one the photos that lined up neatly down.
"That's right, Sir. It's said that the Bolshoi theatre had outstanding achievements and ...."
"And one of the best ballet theatres in the world, apart from London's Royal Ballet and Melbourne's The Australian Ballet, right?"
Kleiner looked at one of the female prima ballerinas named Anastasia Boldayev, who had the brown hair and blue eyes shared by the average Russian. He smiled.
"What's it, Master? Does anything catch your eye?"
"Of course, there're always interesting things in life, right?"
Kleiner returned the document to Oscar while continuing to smile.
"Ask Mr. Semyon Boldayev, did he take the prima ballerina with him? Because I want one of the prima ballerinas named Anastasia to accompany me in the next few days on business!"
Gluk!
'Prime ballerina? Since when did you like a ballerina? Hadn't he never liked women, apart from among the artists who liked to curry favour with him to have a position in this country?' Oscar thought.
"Hey, Oscar! Did you hear what I said?!"
Kleiner lit his cigarette again, who knows how many cigarettes he'd had.
"Of course, Sir. I was just wondering, since when did you ...."
"Choose a ballerina to accompany me on business?"
Kleiner interrupted the conversation a second time. He did not immediately answer the assistant's question.
"Call Diana and go ask Mr. Semyon!"
"Yes, Sir."
After Oscar bowed his body, the waving man immediately left Kleiner's room with fast steps.
"What should I do to cover up this feeling, Cia? There's nothing I can do, but go have fun with the summoned ladies! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
**
According to the schedule set for this afternoon, Kleiner will meet with his Russian business associateーSemyon Boldayev. This first meeting, will be the first step for Kleiner to plunge into the world of ballet, and apparently he forgot one important thing. Yes, he forgot that his wife was one of the famous ballerinas in LondonーRoyal Ballet. .
"Hello, Mr. Kleiner!"
Semyon greeted Kleiner, who had just arrived while shaking hands. Semyon was not alone, next to him there was a beautiful woman smiling at the handsome figure who had just arrived.
"Forgive my delay," Kleiner said, shaking Semyon's hand.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's fine. You came just in time." Semyon glanced at his watch. "I'm pleased to meet face to face with a businessman like you."
There was a fake smile between the two of them. However, doesn't every human being have their mask?
"Oh, is this the woman I saw the photo of in the document you sent me?"
Kleiner looked at the beautiful woman, who was the younger sister of Semyon Boldayev.
"Yes, that's right. Introduce her, she's my biological sister," said Semyon as he invited Kleiner to get acquainted with his younger brother.
"Oh, hello, Miss ...."
"Anastasia, nice to meet you, Mr. Kleiner."
The soft voice of the woman in front of him made Kleiner forget his wife, who was always waiting for him to come home.
"You're more beautiful than the photo in the document," Kleiner praised, pressing his lips to the back of her hand.
"Thank you," Anastasia says shyly.
"Please be seated, gentlemen!"
Oscar interrupted the self-introduction because he disliked the attitude of the master, who was easily smitten by beautiful women.
'You really are a hooker, Mr. Kley,' Oscar thought as he carved a faint smile on his lips.
Kleiner glanced at Oscar, who dared to interrupt him. He also threatened in his heart to repay the assistant's treatment after this meeting ended.
"This hotel is absolutely magnificent, Mr. Kleiner. You're brilliant in every way."
Praise came from Semyon's mouth, and Kleiner ignored him. Because he was used to getting compliments from everyone who was trying to curry favor with him. Now, he is only interested in the prima ballerina who has the same profession as Vyschella.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! So, stay for the next few days and tonight, I'll take you guys to a casino I'm proud of!"
Semyon's eyes widened, as did Anastasia. The brothers and sisters exchanged glances.
"That's right, you're the owner of a world-class luxury casino that's talked about everywhere."
Semyon and Anastasia knew very well how to curry favour with Kleiner to keep their plan running smoothly.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Of course, Master Semyon."
Kleiner couldn't take his eyes off Anastasia's twin mounds sticking improper.
'What's this? Why is mine tensed like this?' asked Kleiner, realizing that he was restless with a strong urge to fuck the prima ballerina.