King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 388 - 372: Everyone Plays Their Part

Three kilometers downstream from Monica’s seaside villa, there’s a yacht marina.

Joe Ga and his party consisted of only four people, including Ayu and Sanderson as escorts, which Joe Ga felt was sufficient.

The bastard named Alexanderson had been chased away several times by the Coast Guard. He had gotten smart; he knew the Coast Guard couldn’t really do much to him since it wasn’t illegal to park a yacht in open waters.

So long as those fierce-looking armed bodyguards didn’t show up, the Coast Guard couldn’t even find a reason to drive him away.

In two days, Alexanderson figured out the Coast Guard’s bottom line. He took four bodyguards on a small yacht and anchored two kilometers off the villa, spending the whole day with a telescope in his hand.

This guy wasn’t there to observe anything; it was purely to intimidate.

Joe Ga didn’t understand why such a well-known figure of the Bay Group would stoop so low. He didn’t know that Alexanderson’s reliable gunmen had almost been wiped out in a previous conflict with P.B., and this hate-blinded second-generation drug dealer just couldn’t stand to see Monica have a moment’s peace.

Joe Ga stood on the deck of the rented yacht, watching Monica who had changed into a Bohemian long dress, gripping the yacht’s railing in a posture of fragility...

With the breeze, the loose dress clung to Monica’s body, outlining some breathtaking curves.

Joe Ga wore linen trousers and a white linen shirt, and only then did he realize.

This woman intentionally picked a dress that matched his outfit perfectly, naturally giving an impression of closeness.

Facing the thoughtful yet often overthinking Monica, Joe Ga said with a smile, "You’re always like this, distracting me.

I don’t understand what the purpose of changing into seven or eight outfits a day is?

With your ability to deck yourself out like a star without even an assistant, you should be in Hollywood, not continuously trying to seduce me.

I’m quite wealthy, but I don’t think you’re the kind of woman who would do anything for money."

Monica leaned back against the yacht’s railing, shivering as she hugged her arms.

Joe Ga failed to realize that this was the moment to wrap something around the lady. Monica rolled her eyes coquettishly and suddenly asked curiously, "I can feel that Devil Bird doesn’t mind you seeing more women, but it seems like...

does rejecting me give you a sense of accomplishment?"

The statement from Monica stunned Joe Ga. After a moment, he nodded and said, "It seems like there is some truth to what you’re saying. It appears that every time I reject you, I get the illusion of being a good man."

As he spoke, Joe Ga shook his head and chuckled, spreading his hands, "Now that it’s out there, it’s not as fun, makes me seem pretentiously decent.

But I admit, I do feel a sense of accomplishment."

Seeing that Joe Ga finally started talking, Monica moved closer to him. As the yacht swayed, she naturally hooked her arm through his and asked curiously, "Then what?"

"What then?"

Seeing Joe Ga’s puzzled expression, Monica tightened her grip on his arm, pressing her chest against it, and said, "What about when your sense of accomplishment starts to fade?

Will you keep rejecting me?

Rejecting a woman who would do anything for you, just to feel protected?"

It was the first time Joe Ga had seen someone so eager to offer themselves as a mistress to someone else.

He didn’t understand Monica’s psychological state, nor did he realize how much his actions over the past few days had impacted Monica.

Glancing down at Monica’s delicate face, Joe Ga furrowed his brow in thought and said, "Sleeping with you would make me feel a bit like I can’t face ’Kitten’, especially since you are her sister..."

Before Joe Ga could finish, Monica interjected strangely, "What does Luna have to do with this? Do you like Luna?

But I am me, I don’t mind, I’m willing to take the risks that come with my choices..."

Joe Ga looked at the uniquely thinking Monica and sighed to himself that he really couldn’t understand the mindset of Brazilian girls.

’Kitten’ in Joe Ga’s heart, was a comrade he could entrust his back to.

Sleeping with a comrade’s sister and then turning her into a mistress, what kind of shady maneuver is that?

Unfortunately, Joe Ga was using Chinese thinking to try to understand Brazilian thoughts, and he was completely wrong from the start.

Passionate Brazilians see this kind of thing very lightly; a non-Catholic Brazilian man with a stable job who hasn’t slept with hundreds of women in his lifetime isn’t considered up to par.

That’s just for ordinary people, not to mention those men with a bit of capital.

If Brazilian girls are not devout Catholic believers, their perception of ’sex’ and ’emotions’ is completely different from that of the Chinese.

Concepts like ’restraint’ or ’consideration’ do not exist in their minds; as long as they like something, there’s no problem at all.

Unfortunately, Joe Ga didn’t understand, so even with Nis’s indulgence, he still clung to his bottom lines.

It’s not that he’s not lecherous, but he’s just embarrassed to indulge in that kind of ’lechery’.

Compared to Joe Ga’s confusion, Monica seemed a bit more aware of the issue. She suddenly flashed a bright smile and said, "So it’s not that my charm isn’t enough, but rather you feel you shouldn’t be doing this, right?"

Joe Ga really didn’t want to continue on this topic, so he gently freed himself from Monica’s grip, saying, "Let’s change the subject, like what do you want to do after you escape from the Gulf Group’s pursuit?

You’re the kind of woman who can’t leave bustling cities, you certainly wouldn’t go to Central Africa.

So what do you plan to do?"

Monica looked at Joe Ga hopefully and said, "Do you have any good suggestions?

I used to handle a lot of business matters for Ochoa, and I have a lot of experience in this area."

Joe Ga looked at Monica who seemed determined to latch onto him, and he said with a smile, "Handling a drug dealer’s business is indeed a remarkable resume, but unfortunately, the salary I can offer you won’t be much, and it might not even be enough to maintain that beachfront villa of yours.

Do you think you can accept that?"

Monica said with surprise, "You mean I can work for you."

Joe Ga nodded as if it were a matter of course, saying, "Of course, why not?

You are the kind of woman who shines wherever you go. The P·B branch in America needs someone to handle a lot of things like cocktail parties, donations, charities, funds, high-end social events.

I think you would certainly be capable, and this way ’Kitten’ can also be a little reassured."

Monica was stunned for a moment, then with a strange expression said, "You actually prefer Luna, right?

Why? Just because she lost half an ear for you?"

Joe Ga was a bit lost for words due to the focus of Monica’s attention.

He admitted that compared to Monica’s type—busty, narrow-shouldered, and lightweight—he had a better liking for healthy girls. But was that what everyone was discussing?

Seeing the probing look in Monica’s eyes, Joe Ga shook his head helplessly and said, "Can we skip the topic of men and women?

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At this stage, rejecting you makes me feel more accomplished, so you should stop giving me opportunities all the time, it gets boring after a while."

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Monica, looking at Joe Ga’s candid expression, suddenly felt like she understood something…

Then the aura around this woman suddenly changed, her air of worldliness disappeared, replaced by a very kind demeanor.

Naturally looping her arm through Joe Ga’s again, Monica playfully said, "If you want to sleep with Luna, you’ll have to get through me first, like inviting me to a formal dinner."

As she spoke, Monica looked at Joe Ga’s slightly uncomfortable expression, feeling like she had caught onto something, so she said with a laugh, "I’m in, I like the job content you just described.

I don’t need money, I can sell off the villa; I bought it for 20 million, and it should sell for about 21 million now.

Does your company need investment?

I would definitely be a loyal partner!"

As Monica spoke, watching Joe Ga’s incredulous expression, she chuckled and said, "If you don’t need me as your lover, then let me be your partner?

Your company is in New Jersey, right? I can buy an apartment in Manhattan, I can complete the tasks you assign there.

I need an identity, some protection, and then I promise I can give you ample returns."

Joe Ga certainly hadn’t expected that a woman who just minutes ago seemed utterly desperate to find a powerful figure to rely on, suddenly turned into a wealthy woman who even wanted to invest in his venture…

This bizarre situation made Joe Ga feel quite amused!

Looking at Monica, who was full of expectation, Joe Ga generously took his hand off her shoulder, then put it back with a smile, "I like your current state, at least it doesn’t make me think of the bed when I see you.

However, funding a partnership is out of the question, you better keep that 20 million for yourself.

I will soon be leaving America for Africa, and indeed need the right person here to handle the high-profile tasks and maintain some of my relationships here.

You really are suitable!

Here’s the deal, I’ll offer you a $200,000 annual salary and an executive position. The company will arrange for bodyguards and transport for your travel.

To start, you just need to help me attend all the Justice Department’s fundraising cocktail parties and, depending on the situation, help me maintain my current network of relationships, and that would be considered mission accomplished."

As Joe Ga spoke, he looked down at Monica, whose eyes shone with a strange gleam, and he shrugged his shoulders, "The money might not be much, but I can introduce you to a powerful woman in finance.

Your 20 million with her should yield a steady return of 8% to 10% annually, definitely enough to cover your various extravagant expenses.

Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Narrowing her eyes at Joe Ga, Monica said, "Why 200,000?

The princes of the Middle East pay their mistresses $200,000 a year. You are quite familiar with the Dubai Prince; are you hinting at something?

Do I need to set up a big bed in my house and prepare a set of men’s pajamas?"