My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 196 - 196: 196: This is Cultivation, and also Strength

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Even if there’s no immediate need, they could be business partners.

However, it’s also possible that Xaviera Lohill approached Yigol Novak for other reasons.

If that were the case, as soon as Yigol noticed, he would immediately draw a line in the sand with this woman.

Yigol explained honestly, “I am actually just a homebody, cooking and cleaning at home. My wife runs a small company, renting out housing for landlords who like to be hands-off.”

Xaviera’s eyes stayed locked on Yigol as he spoke. After hearing his words, she felt he was even more extraordinary.

“Mr. Novak, are you joking with me?” Xaviera asked somewhat embarrassed. She felt that Yigol saying this was actually his way of hinting that she should leave.

If Yigol lived in a normal apartment building, saying this would be no problem. But he lived in the top unit of this villa, the best house worth a hundred million dollars.

Yigol calmly replied, “We didn’t know each other before, why would I joke with you? Miss Lohill, it’s our good fortune that you’ve come to visit. However, if you’re here to make friends, I might have to say something you don’t want to hear. We can’t be friends.”

Xaviera’s face changed instantly.

Yigol’s words made it clear that he was saying, “You’d better leave now. My home doesn’t welcome you.”

Yigol realized that saying this might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he further explained, “No offense intended, but I don’t want to have any dealings with women. My wife is very broad-minded, but it’s a personal rule of mine. I’m already married, so I don’t interact with other women.”

“Especially those like you who are beautiful and have a tasteful demeanor. I wouldn’t have any interactions with you at all. However, if you have other matters today, just come out and say it quickly. Wouldn’t that be better?” Only then did the embarrassment in Xaviera’s heart gradually fade.

She found that Yigol always spoke calmly and confidently. How confident must this man be to have such an attitude?

It seemed that no matter what happened, he would always remain calm.

Simply put, it was cultivation and strength.

Just how powerful must this man be to have such confidence and allow him to remain calm in the face of anything?

Xaviera was now quite certain that Yigol was a low-key magnate among the big bosses, with exceptional strength, not just some average rich boss.

Some people with too much money attach great importance to cultivation and develop a detached view of life.

Not many people have such insight, but Yigol is definitely one of them.

This sudden realization made Xaviera feel an intangible pressure. How could she remain calm and collected in the face of such a big shot?

Little did she know that this was all his own doing.

Unknowingly, Xaviera felt as if sitting across from Yigol was like sitting on a bed of nails. Helpless, she could only grit her teeth and reveal her intention for coming.

“Mr. Novak, as expected, nothing can escape your eyes. I’ll be honest, I came to visit your home today for a purpose. Making friends is one aspect, but the main reason is that I have a project and am seeking investment. I don’t know if Mr. Novak would be gracious enough to listen to my project proposal?”

Xaviera felt that her wealth was completely overshadowed and didn’t have the heart or confidence to continue with pleasantries, like fighting for her dreams.

She thought that a man like Yigol wouldn’t want to hear her spiel.

Without all the excessive talk, Xaviera got straight to the point, streamlining her purpose.

Of course, Xaviera didn’t think that doing so would increase her success rate. But if she didn’t get to the point, she estimated that within a few minutes, her composure would crumble, and she would flee in panic.

By getting straight to the point, she still had some hope. What if Yigol, in a good mood, really gave her an investment opportunity?

After hearing her words, Yigol was somewhat moved. Investing, if it suited his taste, could be a possibility.

After all, he had more than enough money. If he engaged in investment, life wouldn’t be so boring. Even better if he made money, but it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t since he wasn’t short on cash.

If he could invest successfully, he would gradually gain a foothold in the business community and have his own place.

This mattered to Yigol. Although he enjoyed living a carefree life with Suri Drew, some social relationships were necessary. Having a social network would make things much easier.

Both he and Suri would encounter various matters in their lives that would require social connections and resources.

As he gradually gained status and connections, Suri would also have the chance to boast. If not, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to show off with their daily life revolving around their small circle.

Yigol nodded calmly and replied, “Let’s hear it.”

Xaviera’s eyes remained on Yigol. Seeing his calm demeanor, she didn’t think there was much chance. But to her surprise, Yigol actually asked her to share her project, reigniting her hope.

Xaviera tried to adjust her emotions, “Since this is my first visit to Mr. Novak’s home, I didn’t bring a proposal. So…”

Yigol interjected, “Just describe it. Your ability to present your project matters.

If you can convince me, investment amount isn’t an issue.”

Xaviera’s heart trembled. Investment amount isn’t an issue?

How much money must he have to say something like that?

Xaviera’s gaze never left Yigol. He spoke calmly and sincerely, not the type to joke.

His calm demeanor made Xaviera feel that he was out of her reach. Only a person with a certain level of strength would have such confidence.

One reason Yigol could say this was his underlying confidence. Another reason was that he didn’t think any investment would amount to hundreds or thousands of billions. Even if it were in the hundreds of billions, it wouldn’t be a problem for him.

So, naturally, he had ample confidence.

He couldn’t have known that this would lead Xaviera to misunderstand him. “Mr. Novak, my project proposal…” Xaviera adjusted her demeanor and presented her plan.

Although she was nervous, she had skill. As she talked about the project, she gradually grew more comfortable and forgot her earlier anxiety..