chapter 083

Charity auctions.

The little princess of the Hilton family and the former princess of England are on the bar.

Two women of extraordinary origin fiercely compete for Martin's manuscript.

Everyone watched the excitement with interest.

At this time, Martin suddenly stood up and walked quickly towards Paris Hilton in full view.

Then he bent down and said something in Paris' ear.

The little girl of the Hilton family was visibly happy.

Martin then gestured to Dainna, who raised the sign again, "800,000."

"800,000, once; 800,000, twice, 800,000, three times, deal!"

"Congratulations, Ms. Dienna, this precious manuscript is yours. "

Whether 80 dollars to buy an author's manuscript of a best-selling novel is worth it is a matter of opinion.

If you say "two five zero" from now on, the value of Martin's manuscript is definitely not as good as the jewelry taken out by those guests, but over time, the value comparison between the two sides will gradually reverse.

If Martin died suddenly, cough –

Let's put this dangerous idea aside.

When Martin returned to his seat, Daina asked with some curiosity:

"What did you say to that little girl?"

"Nothing, just an appointment for a meal. "

"Wow, then I think she earned it. Daynna covered her mouth, pretending to be surprised, but feeling a little uncomfortable.

Martin glanced at this "sister" meaningfully, and said with a smile: "I think so too." "

The auction continues.

The finale was when a wealthy lady donated a pair of sapphire necklaces, which also sold for 800,000 US dollars, ranking Martin's manuscript as the highest value lot at this auction.

The auction is over.

Martin and Dainna got into Dainna's car together.

Songs from Martin's mysterious album were playing on a loop in the car.

"Sister, I have something for you. "

"What?"

Daina was a little strange.

Martin suddenly pulled out a small box from his pocket containing a pair of emerald earrings, which were exactly the auction items that Daina had been able to do at this auction.

No, I remember the earrings were bought by that Steve Jobs!?"

"I asked him to buy it. Martin smiled, "Sister Dainna, I'll help you put it on." "

Saying that, Martin did not wait for the other party to agree, so he took out the earrings and brought them to Diana's face.

Between the front and rear seat positions of the car, there is a raised metal baffle that isolates the space behind the car into an enclosed space.

At this time, the second piece of music from the "Martin 1" album was playing on the stereo.

The ambiguous atmosphere abruptly rose.

Martin's fingers touched Diana's earlobe, and a visible blush spread from her face, staining Diana's earlobe red.

"Don't!"

She made a faint sound of resistance.

The body is paralyzed and unable to move, or maybe…

She didn't want to move.

Let Martin's warm fingers touch his earlobe, and Dainna's confused eyes will overflow.

"No, Martin!"

In Dainna's mind, the only source of resistance was Martin's age.

The age difference between the two is too big, almost a generation difference, if something really happened, once it is known by the world, it will inevitably be criticized by countless verbal criticisms!

But —

Deep in Dainna's heart, she was faintly looking forward to something!

Extreme contradiction.

Martin's face came over, Dainna closed her eyes, her mouth muttered "no", her lips were already blocked by Martin…

When the car stopped at the gate of the Martin family's villa, it was more than half an hour later.

The driver got out of the car to open the door for Martin.

The moment he opened the door, he sniffled slightly, and a strange smell mixed with perfume, sweat, and some special smell entered his nose.

"What strange smell?"

He muttered secretly in his heart, and looked suspiciously into the car.

It's dark inside, and nothing can be seen.

Martin got out of the car neatly dressed and politely thanked the driver.

The driver smiled in his heart, what was I thinking, just a child.

But I didn't find that Dainna, who was in the depths of the carriage, was disheveled, and her face was red and she was sitting there, gasping weakly.

Before the driver closed the door, Martin glanced back into the car and smiled proudly.

The conquest of the succubus has never been by love, at least not the only means.

He is still small, but he doesn't want to lose his life essence…

For succubiuses, they have ten thousand ways to conquer the opposite sex, even without physical contact.

Watching the car leave, Martin snapped his fingers, put his finger on the end of his nose and sniffed, and happily walked towards the villa door that had already been wide open.

What a good day!!

......

The next day, noon.

Martin went to the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles as scheduled to go to the date of the little princess of Hilton.

This girl, who will do all kinds of outrageous and bizarre things in the future, is now just a spoiled little girl.

That's right, the little girl, even though she's five years older than Martin.

Today's Paris Hilton obviously dressed up on purpose –

She wore a pink dress studded with broken diamonds, a pair of beige round-toe leather boots, platinum-blonde curls, a large pink bow, and an obviously customized pink LV bag in her hand.

Although she will soon be eighteen years old, this girl is still dressed like a little girl, cute and beautiful!

It is a pity that she has a long mouth, and opening her mouth destroys this temperament.

"Martin Meyers, you made me lose a precious collection yesterday, you have to compensate me, otherwise I want you to look good!"

As soon as Paris Hilton spoke, a sense of arrogance came to his face.

Martin did not respond, did not even raise his head, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said in a commanding tone: "Sit down and talk!" 5.8 To deal with this kind of spoiled girl, you must not put on a dog-licking posture, otherwise the other party will look at you more and more – you must be more horizontal than her!

Of course, the premise of "horizontal" is that you have to have a prosperous beauty, otherwise it may backfire!

Paris was slightly stunned, a little angry, and a little fresh, since childhood, no one dared to speak to himself like this.

She huffed and sat down and slammed the pink packet on the table, "Can I talk about it now?"

However, Martin still did not respond, but handed over the menu in his hand.

"If you want to eat, order it yourself!"

Paris subconsciously took the menu, and then reacted, "No, what about me asking you?"