The Rich Tycoon: Starting with Shares of a Trillion-Dollar Group

Chapter 4: President, Please Don't Do This

"Hahaha, very good, my secretary, let's have lunch here, I've just ordered," Julien said with a smile.

"Then I won't be polite," Sophie replied without hesitation, as she was indeed very interested in this mysterious president. Young, handsome, and wealthy—how many girls' dream lover.

"May I take a tour of your house?"

"Of course, let me show you around," Julien agreed readily, as he was also very interested in this house and hadn't had the chance to tour it yet before Sophie arrived.

When Julien led Sophie to the master bedroom, her eyes were immediately drawn to a massive round bed that could easily accommodate four or five people without feeling crowded.

"Wretched capitalist, is this for group activities?" Sophie immediately thought, but she had really misunderstood Julien, as he didn't even know what his master bedroom looked like.

"To have a walk-in closet in the master bedroom, so envious, so jealous," was Sophie's second thought as she found herself inside the master bedroom's walk-in closet, gazing at the rows of wardrobes made from precious fragrant wood, Sophie was completely sour.

You must know that this is F City, an international first-class metropolis, and she is standing in the top luxury mansion in F City, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold.

While thinking, Sophie accidentally pushed open the bathroom door; she really didn't intend to open the bathroom door on purpose.

The main bedroom bathroom door was just too beautiful, and she didn't know it was the bathroom.

After seeing the bathroom, Sophie was once again struck, as the bathroom was larger than her bedroom.

A large double bathtub severely impacted her mind, not to mention the bathtub, the shower was also dry and wet separated, and the most excessive thing was that there was a sauna.

Sophie curiously touched this and that in the bathroom.

Julien watched from behind, not making a sound, mainly because he had never seen it himself, so he let Sophie lead the way.

Suddenly, Sophie accidentally pressed something, and the showerhead above her started to spray water. Sophie was caught off guard and slipped to the ground.

"Ouch," Sophie exclaimed in pain.

Her work clothes were also wet under the shower spray. When Sophie slipped and twisted her ankle, Julien finally reacted.

"Are you okay?"

Julien hurriedly went over to help her up, and he was also drenched by the spraying water.

Don't ask why Julien didn't turn off the showerhead first; he just didn't know how.

"Ouch, it hurts, I've twisted my foot," Sophie said, frowning.

Julien hurriedly looked over. This look was not a big deal, but because Sophie was wearing a short skirt today, a pair of snow-white long legs immediately attracted Julien's gaze.

Plus, Sophie was already drenched, and her white shirt became translucent, revealing the black lining inside, Julien was fascinated at once.

"When are you going to stop looking?" Sophie's gentle voice with a trace of pain came, waking the mesmerized Julien.

"Sorry, sorry,"

Julien quickly apologized and carried Sophie to the bedroom.

"I'll find you some clothes, you blow-dry your hair first," Julien handed the hairdryer to Sophie and then rushed out of the room.

"Pssh,"

Sophie covered her mouth and laughed at Julien's escape.

"Really cute, could he still be a virgin?"

Sophie laughed as she looked at her impressive figure. Due to her wet top, her proud chest was clearly visible. Plus, she wasn't wearing stockings today, and her slender, long legs were covered in water droplets.

"No wonder it's hard to resist," Sophie thought to herself.

After that, Julien ran out of the room with his heart pounding. He had never experienced anything like this before. Although he had been in love, his girlfriend's refusal meant they had only ever held hands.

Today, suddenly confronted with such a tempting scene, Julien felt that this was a real test for any official, and he really couldn't stand it.

While thinking, Julien went to find clothes for Sophie. Since the house was unoccupied, the only clothes available were a yukata in the bathroom cabinet.

Julien quickly brought a pink yukata to Sophie. "You can wear this for now, and I'll put your clothes in the dryer for you," he said, handing the yukata to Sophie.

"Okay, thank you, President," Sophie said as she took the yukata from Julien.

"I'll also find some medicine for you to apply to help with the blood circulation," Julien said before leaving again.

He called out, "Hello, please deliver some medicine for promoting blood circulation." The community manager received the call and rushed over with a bottle of safflower oil.

"Sir, here is the safflower oil you requested. Are you injured? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" the manager asked with concern.

"No, thank you, it's just a minor sprain," Julien replied politely.

"Alright, I won't disturb you then. Your lunch will be ready soon, and I'll bring it to you shortly," the manager said before leaving.

Julien took the safflower oil to the bedroom. "The medicine is here, you can apply it yourself," he said, looking at Sophie, who was sitting on the bed in her yukata. From his angle, he could just see a glimpse of her snowy white skin, and he reluctantly averted his gaze, handing her the medicine.

"President, I can't bend over right now. Could you help me apply it?" Sophie's soft voice seemed to carry a hint of charm.

"Alright," Julien agreed, reluctantly.

Gently placing Sophie's foot in a suitable position, Julien opened the safflower oil and poured it onto his hand, then began to gently rub it on Sophie's ankle.

The touch of her snow-white, delicate ankle was an instant provocation to Julien's heart, and the warm, comfortable sensation made him wish he could turn into a werewolf.

"His... President... Be gentle... Slow down... It hurts a bit," Sophie said.

"Okay, I'll be more gentle," Julien replied.

Julien gently held Sophie's ankle and massaged it, and Sophie gradually transitioned from pain to comfort.

The warm, large hands gently massaged her ankle, and each press was so comfortable that Sophie wanted to cry out.

"The president looks really handsome when he's serious," Sophie thought to herself, enjoying Julien's massage.

"Alright, that should be enough," Julien said, reluctantly putting Sophie's foot down after about five minutes.

"Lunch will be here soon, let me help you to the dining area," Julien added.

"Mm, okay, thank you, President. You're so considerate," Sophie replied softly.

Julien helped Sophie slowly walk to the living room. They had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

"Coming, coming," Julien said as he opened the door to see the manager and a slightly plump chef waiting outside with a meal cart.

Upon seeing Julien, the manager and chef said in unison, "Wish you a pleasant meal, sir." They then helped Julien bring the sumptuous feast from the meal cart to the dining table.

"Thank you for your help," Julien said.

"It's our pleasure to serve you," the manager and chef replied before leaving.

Click.

With the sound of the front door closing, Julien and Sophie sat down at the dining table.

Looking at the sumptuous feast on the table, which included sauced abalone, Australian lobster, and crabs bigger than their faces, both Julien and Sophie were silent, then said in unison in their hearts, "It's great to be rich."

Then, Julien and Sophie focused solely on their meal, devouring all six dishes and a soup like a whirlwind.

"Burp, I'm so full, I'm stuffed," Sophie said, not caring about her image as she lay on the sofa like Julien.

"Thank you for the feast, President. This is the best meal I've ever had," Sophie burped and thanked Julien.

"You're welcome, who made you my soldier," Julien replied, too full to speak.

Then the two of them lay on the sofa without any image, resting.

"By the way, President, I forgot to tell you something," Sophie suddenly sat up as if she remembered something.