"Beautiful, of course, beautiful, my wife is the most beautiful."
After Dirk Carter said this, his hands climbed onto Dorothy Zechariah's shoulders, ready to push her down with impatience.
Dorothy Zechariah suddenly pulled a long face.
She pushed Dirk Carter's hands away and asked, "The woman at the table wearing the cheongsam today, I think she's prettier than me."
Upon hearing this,
Dirk Carter's mind was immediately overwhelmed.
He scratched his head, just thinking about how to explain.
Dorothy Zechariah burst into laughter.
She said, "Seeing you like this, I'm just teasing you. I've been married before, and you can still marry me—I'm not even happy enough, why would I care? Besides, those women have all helped you before, it's them who made you the great you are today."
"Dorothy..."
Dirk Carter was about to say something.
But Dorothy Zechariah blocked his mouth with her hand.
