I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Chapter 93 - Not Temted

The opening ceremony of Muller Finance International's new office in London went quite lively. Many of Jack's business partners whom he had known before were seen attending the opening ceremony. Not a few beautiful girls passed by at the opening ceremony of the office, businessmen who had grown-up daughters were seen bringing their daughters to show off to other entrepreneurs. A common trick that entrepreneurs did to get new relationships or form new partnerships with other entrepreneurs. It was a kind of political marriage between businessmen, but to Jack, it was nothing more than a neat sale and purchase of a pretty girl.

"Congratulations sir, finally you are spreading your wings to England too. A big step that has been predicted by many people," said Mr. Victor, a well-known economic observer in London who became Jack's special guest today.

"Thank you, sir, actually my decision to open this new office could not be separated from the support of many parties, including those of you who often provide input to me." Jack replied with a friendly smile.

"Hahaha you can be humble sir, Muller Finance International will become a bigger finance company if you expand your reach. And the steps you're taking now are a good start for the progress of this business going forward," said Mr. Victor again confidently.

"I wish that it will come true, sir hahaha," said Jack, trying to be funny.

As Jack and his special guest laughed, not far from where they were, stood two beautiful girls who were the sisters of a well-known bag entrepreneur from Italy. Since earlier, they didn't take their eyes off Jack, the host. Jack's jaw and broad chest really bewitched them quickly.

"He's my type, sis," Kimberly whispered softly to her sister, Marissa.

"He's my type too, I would be very satisfied when I'm under that burly body," Marissa replied softly, as she licked her lips.

"Sis, hold on to yourself, he doesn't know us yet. Don't let our prey escape, sis," Kimberly whispered quickly to Marissa.

"I know, Kim, you take it easy. I will never cross my limit," Marissa said confidently.

Kimberly and Marissa were well-known socialites in London. They often attended various fashion shows held by well-known clothing or bag brands because of their father, who were quite respected by his business colleagues. Therefore, almost all events like this were always attended by Kimberly and Marissa, two beautiful girls who always rejected men, who were not far below them.

With full confidence, Marissa walked to where Jack was standing. She wanted to personally meet this man from Switzerland.

"Congratulations, Mr. Muller, I hope your company in London is as successful as its parent company in Geneva." said Marissa quietly, trying to join Jack and the other businessmen.

"Thank you for your words, Miss ..."

"Marissa Henderson," Marissa replied softly, cutting off Jack's words as she stretched her hand towards Jack.

"Jackson, nice to meet you, Miss, and thank you for attending this event." Jack said graciously, welcoming Marissa's hand.

"Miss Marissa is the first daughter of Mr. Romeo Henderson, Mr. Jack. Mr. Romeo is one of the crocodile leather bag entrepreneurs that many people talk about lately, sir." said Mr. Victor in the conversation.

"Oh I see, who doesn't know that great businessman. I often heard Mr. Romeo's name when I was in Switzerland," Jack said quickly.

Marissa smiled at the words of the handsome man in front of her. She was happy because her potential prey already knew her father's big name.

While talking to his new colleagues, suddenly the cell phone in Jack's pocket vibrated. He quickly took it to see who sent a message to him. His smile immediately flashed when he saw Anne's name was listed as the sender of the message. He then slowly moved away from his guests, looking for a rather quiet place, then contacted Anne, who had just sent a message containing angry emoticons.

Tuttt!

Jack was surprised when his call didn't go through, even though it was clear that Anne had just sent a message to him.

"Don't call me, I'm mad at you." a message sent back by Anne, which was immediately read by Jack.

Reading the second message sent by Anne made Jack smile. He then tried to contact Anne again, but again the call was not connected.

"You blocked my number apparently. Hmmm this naughty girl should be taught a little lesson," said Jack to himself.

Shortly afterwards, Jack took out his second cell phone from inside his jacket. He then contacted Anne again through an uncertain number that Anne didn't know.

"Hello ..."

"It's me, Anne, if you block my number again then you will regret it," said Jack, quickly cut off Anne's words.

"Jack ..."

"Yes, it's me, unblock my first number. I still have work to be done, then after everything is done I will call you back. Bye," said Jack, quickly cut back Anne's words. Shortly afterwards, he hung up and put his cell phone back into his pocket, then rejoined his colleagues again.

Meanwhile, on her table, Marissa hadn't taken her eyes off Jack, who was busy with his two cell phones. A look of anger immediately appeared on Marissa's face. She was jealous that Jack was busy with his cell phones.

"Calm down, Sis, who knows it's his business partner. The proof is that he only spoke briefly on his cell phone," Kimberly whispered softly to his sister.

"Nobody can take my man. I've decided that the CEO of Muller Finance International is mine." Marissa hissed softly.

"Good, Sis, I support you," Kimberly said back.

Marissa smiled at what her sister said. She then drank her drink again. Marissa separated herself from Jack because Jack looked very busy with other important guests, who wanted to take pictures with him. So Marissa chose to return to her table with her sister. This was because there was someone Marissa hated very much. He was the owner of several boats that were rented out to small fishermen, who were always chasing Marissa. In her opinion, the man didn't deserve to be side by side with her, so she chose to return to sit with her sister.

Not long after, the main event of the opening of Jack's new office arrived. Invited businessmen gathered together and took pictures in one frame. Several invited journalists competed to take photos of the entrepreneurs to be published in their online media. as well as offline media such as magazines and articles that would appear tomorrow morning on London mobile. After the main event was over, one by one, the invited guests left the Muller Finance International office. Jack, as the host, was bidding them farewell.

"It's finally over," said Erick quietly, as the last guest left the office.

"It's really tiring but this has to be done, Erick. We have to build a good relationship with them so that in the future they know where to go if they need funds," Jack said quickly while tapping Erick's shoulder.

"Yes, I understand, sir." Erick replied briefly. He knew what this master was doing was a good step to start a business. Since people knew that there was Muller Finance International in London, it was hoped that one day if they needed funds, they would come to Muller Finance office. And the way Jack did this had proven to be successful.

Jack took off his coat and just put it on the chair. He then grabbed a car key on his desk.

"Where are you going, sir? It's quite late at night, let me take you," asked Erick quickly.

"I have important business that must be taken care of tonight, Erick. You just go home first after all the affairs in the office are finished and don't wait for me," Jack replied quickly.

"Alright sir, be careful on your way," said Erick flatly.

Jack smiled at the words of the personal assistant. He then stepped out of his office to the elevator in front of his office to go to the underground parking where his car was. Jack smiled when he saw the workers cleaning up the area of the party that had just finished. This event that Jack usually held was not a big event, it was very effective in making new relationships that would expand his business.

Using a metallic black Bugatti Veyron, which costs around 1.7 million pounds (worth 31 billion), Jack went to Anne's flower shop. He wanted to make a calculation on her for blocking his cell phone number, even though now Anne had unblocked it again. Because the streets of London were always busy even though it was quite late at night, Jack took a little time to get to Anne's flower shop, which had been closed since half an hour ago. He slowed down his car when he saw the figure he was looking for was standing, folded her arms across her chest beside her favorite Civic sedan.

Jack didn't ask Anne to wait, but she felt that the man who had worked as a barista for her would definitely come. Anne's guess was right, because after she closed her flower shop, not long after, the man whose cell phone number she had previously blocked, was in front of her. Her cynical smile appeared when she saw Jack's super expensive car stopped in front of her.

"You're wasting my time for thirty minutes, Jack," said Anne curtly when Jack got out of his beloved car which was brought from Switzerland.

"Are you mad at me, Anne?" Jack asked in confusion, because earlier he thought Anne would be amazed when he brought his expensive car.

"Of course, I'm tired, Jack. I have to rest, tomorrow I have to work again at the shop. There are many things I have to take care of," answered Anne quickly.

"You're not in college?" Jack asked again to change the subject.

"Class was closed for the next three days because the others were away on vacation in Ireland, so I chose to be in the shop with Linda," said Anne, covering her mouth in a drowsy manner.

"To Ireland ..."

"Leon gave free vacation gifts to all the students involved in the performance yesterday. He accommodates everything, from plane tickets to hotels, that's why all the students go," said Anne slowly, trying to explain to Jack.

"If everyone goes, why don't you go?" Asked Jack briefly.

Hearing Jack's words made Anne laugh silently. She then took her hands off her chest and put them in her trouser pockets.

"I don't want any more contact with those people, Jack. Isn't the best way to save yourself from a fire is to run as far as possible from the source of the fire," said Anne softly with a smile.

Suddenly Jack stepped forward and hugged Anne so tightly that she couldn't move.

"Jack ..."

"Let me hug you for a moment. I have to give a gift to a smart girl like you." Jack said quietly as he closed his eyes. His intention to be angry at her immediately disappeared when he heard the reason Anne did not go to Ireland.

To be continued.