Actually, there was no need for such a grand gathering, but Richard and his friends were intrigued when they saw Mavi's ceramic Bugatti sports car. Their curiosity got the better of them, and they came over to take a closer look.
"Hello, Mr. Mavi. Welcome to Paris, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Richard took the initiative to shake Mavi's hand. However, as they exchanged a few pleasantries, his gaze kept drifting toward the Bugatti in front of him.
"Mr. Mavi, I've never seen this model before. If you don't mind me asking, which company produced this car?" Richard and his friends gathered around the car, examining it closely.
These car enthusiasts had been in the scene for years, yet they had never encountered such an aggressive and dominating supercar. Moreover, judging by the body material, it seemed to be made of some special kind of ceramic.
Just like Amur had reacted before, Richard and his friends became more fascinated the longer they looked at the car. The more they admired it, the more they genuinely fell in love with it.
"Bugatti," Mavi answered casually, noticing that everyone was asking about his car. He was beginning to think he might as well buy a sports car company for fun in the future. After all, once the dot-com bubble crisis settled, his investments in Amazon, Google, and VGuest would take off. Their market values would skyrocket day by day.
In another couple of years, once they went public, they would become three unstoppable money-making machines, propelling his net worth into the billions, possibly even hundreds of billions.
"Bugatti? Does Bugatti even have this model? Is it a successor to the EB 110?" Richard asked in confusion.
"Something like that. It's a modified version of the Bugatti EB 110," Mavi replied nonchalantly. He wasn't here to show off his car today—he was here for the party.
Since this was their first time meeting Mavi, Richard and the others didn't want to press him for too many details. Instead, they made a mental note about the modification and moved on, enthusiastically inviting Mavi to join their bikini party.
"Haha! My friend, your car modification is absolutely stunning!" Richard complimented Mavi while leading him toward the poolside garden. Then, raising his voice, he addressed the bikini-clad women in the pool. "Ladies! Let me introduce you to Mr. Mavi, all the way from Russia!"
As soon as he finished his introduction, several beautiful women, clearly interested in Mavi, giggled and waved at him. "Hi, Mr. Mavi~" they called out flirtatiously.
Mavi scanned the pool filled with stunning women—there were at least 30 of them. Each one had long, flowing hair, youthful beauty, fair skin, and long legs. It was clear they were of the highest quality.
To most men, these models and beauties were like goddesses. But to a billionaire like Mavi, they didn't hold quite the same appeal—he was simply surrounded by too many of them.
"Mavi, my brother, there are plenty of empty rooms upstairs—you know what I mean." Amur, dressed in a white robe, held a blonde beauty in his left arm and a cocktail in his right hand. He winked at Mavi and continued, "This is a party—don't hold back. Just have fun and enjoy yourself."
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