Ding-a-ling!
New York, Manhattan Building No. 222, the headquarters of the Kunis family real estate company.
Visible smoke wafted around the vice president's office, where young Kunas lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling with two half-dressed call girls lying beside him, leisurely enjoying marijuana.
The piercing ring of his cellphone sounded several times before Kunas slowly came to his senses and gestured towards the phone on the table.
A voluptuous call girl stood up to pick up the phone for him.
Kunas took it and saw it was a call from New York private detective Jack Scard.
"Jack, my money isn't that easy to make, I hope this time you have some useful information for me, not those scandals even paparazzi can get."
"Heh, Ryan, this time it's definitely very, very valuable information, I guarantee you will burst into laughter when you hear it,"
"Speak!"
Kunas said impatiently.
