Lawrence Winters was a bit taken aback but quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Kenneth, with so many socialites and celebrities around you, don't practice on me. Save those lines for them; maybe they'll work a little."
Edward Foster chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You've caught me, but do you think it would have just a little effect? If I posted that on social media, do you think I wouldn't have a bunch of women thinking it was meant for them?"
"Ha, I don't believe there are so many foolish women," Lawrence pouted. "What's the point of saying such lukewarm things?—If you're bold enough, send a red envelope!"
"Kenneth, as the heir of a large conglomerate, you can't just chase women like those penniless artsy types who only talk. You know how cheap that looks?"
"Who cares about your heart's emotions? Just throw a huge red envelope over, and they'll be all yours!"
Edward Foster: "… What if they aren't impressed?"
