At a seaside resort villa in Santa Maria Besteviste, on the island of Rousse in northern Corsica, a large Mediterranean island in France.
Charles Capet met with Marion Cotillard, representatives from BNP Paribas and Partouche, and Antoine Arnault, but there was an additional person.
Delphine Arnault, the eldest daughter of the Arnault family, currently the Vice President of Dior, and Antoine Arnault's older sister.
"Charles, did you have fun these past two days?" Delphine Arnault asked with a smile.
Charles looked at the waves and beach not far away and exclaimed, "The beauty of the Mediterranean Sea is always outstanding; it makes one forget their troubles!"
"Isn't it even more comfortable to forget your troubles and still win hundreds of millions of euros?" Delphine Arnault added. The Arnault family, of course, would not deny such a bet.
Four hundred million euros. According to the original agreement between Antoine and the other two parties, the Arnault family was responsible for 40%, which was 160 million euros in cash.
Charles spread his hands and laughed, "It was just good luck. No one expected the Greece National Team to actually win the championship. God must have wanted to help me!"
"Congratulations. We will prepare the cash as soon as possible and hand it over to BNP Paribas!" Delphine Arnault walked over and shook Charles's hand, then glanced at her younger brother, sighed, and left.
Charles nodded. He had originally wanted to ask something but held back, then exchanged a few pleasantries with the BNP Paribas Representative and the Partouche Representative.
"Here is a check for 8.1 million euros. Keep it safe!"
After everyone left, Charles took a check out of his pocket and handed it to Marion Cotillard.
Marion Cotillard had just arrived today and encountered the group chatting, standing by without saying a word.
Everything felt like a dream. After taking the check, the Lady excitedly asked, "For me?"
"Haha, it was yours to begin with!" Charles patted the Lady's shoulder, then sat down on the sofa. He had 160 million euros, after all!
The Partouche Group and BNP Paribas certainly did not lack cash, and the Arnault family could also mortgage some LV shares to get loan funds.
However, why would Delphine Arnault come to see him? Wasn't she being groomed as a successor?
"Charles!" Marion Cotillard also ran over and hugged Charles's neck. "I feel like this money just fell from God!"
"God doesn't bet on football!" Charles said with a laugh.
Marion Cotillard kissed Charles on the cheek and laughed, "But God's messenger bets on football, and you are God's messenger."
"So I've become Jesus?" Charles said, then looked at the beach below.
"Corsica is the fourth largest island in the Mediterranean Sea, isn't it?"
"That's right. Sicily, Sardinia, Cyprus, then Corsica, followed by Euboea and Mallorca!" Marion Cotillard was French, so she knew these things very well.
"Ah, the Mediterranean Sea truly is a great place for a vacation!" Charles sighed, wishing China had a place as wonderful as this.
"Charles, do you like it here?"
"Everyone likes a good place like this!"
Marion Cotillard seemed thoughtful, then said, "I want to buy a vacation villa here. Then we can come here for vacations together?"
Charles looked at Marion Cotillard, then smiled and asked, "You won't have a boyfriend in the future?"
"I don't have one now, do I? Don't you want me to be your lover?"
Charles shook his head, then looked at Marion Cotillard and said, "There's no need for that. You're going to get married too. If you meet a man you get along with, you can date and get married!"
Marion Cotillard nodded, "I know that. I'm single now, and I really want to thank you!"
Marion Cotillard certainly understood that Charles was a playboy with many women around him. How could he settle down for just one woman?
"Thank me, huh! That's possible," Charles mused. "If you want to buy a vacation villa, it can also be an investment. Why not buy one on Mallorca? It's also quieter!"
"In the future, if we have time, maybe we really can go on vacation together, undisturbed."
Marion Cotillard laughed, "These past few days, I've been thinking about how to thank you!"
Charles leaned close to the Lady's ear and whispered, "I want to try whiskey with ice!"
Marion Cotillard glared at Charles, then obediently nodded.
In the early morning, the warm Mediterranean Sea breeze, carrying seawater, washed over the beach, wave after wave. In the distance, seagulls sang loudly from the lighthouse on the pier.
The night had just passed, and lovely dewdrops danced ballet on the leaves. Streaks of golden light began to illuminate the land and the sea.
In the bedroom of the seaside resort villa, Charles was half-reclining on the headboard, picking up his ringing phone to answer it.
"Charles, good morning. I hope I haven't disturbed your wonderful dream!"
"Oh, Miss Arnault, good morning. I just woke up myself and am enjoying the morning," Charles said, taking the call while watching Marion Cotillard rise and fall.
Next to the Lady was a glass with half a glass of whiskey and a few ice cubes.
"Charles, just call me Delphine. Can we talk again later? Bring your lawyer and accountant!"
Is she going to give him the money? But couldn't she just deal directly with his lawyer?
"Okay, no problem!" Whatever it was, meeting was fine. Charles hung up the phone.
A moment later, Charles finally showed a joyful expression, looking up to see Marion Cotillard just putting down her glass.
"Is something wrong?" Marion Cotillard asked, half-kneeling on the bed.
"Delphine Arnault asked to meet me. It's probably about the prize money!" Charles said weakly.
"Oh, that's great!" Marion Cotillard said, getting out of bed to go to the bathroom for a shower.
After resting on the bed for a few minutes, Charles was full of energy and refreshed, jumping out of bed and heading straight for the shower.
Marion Cotillard, soaking in the bathtub, saw Charles enter and laughed, "Do you still have energy?"
Just now, her mouth was a bit numb!
Charles pouted and said, "Young people naturally have a lot of energy, and the fresh morning air always makes one feel good!"
However, they didn't do anything in the bathroom. After Charles showered, he went to eat breakfast, then called his legal team to meet Delphine Arnault in the hotel's small conference room.
In the conference room at the Santa Maria Besteviste Hotel, only Delphine Arnault and her two assistants were present.
He didn't see her brother, Antoine Arnault, but Charles didn't pay much attention. After all, he had won one or two hundred million euros from him. Why should he care about the other person's thoughts?