The Greatest Manager of All time

Is there a girl you do not need to change, a girl you do not need to do anything for you, a girl you only need to sit beside quietly, and no matter what she is doing, simply watching her makes you feel happy?

In Lynn's heart, Isabel Potter was that kind of woman.

He liked her quiet, detached temperament, as if she stood apart from worldly struggles. He also liked the way she looked when she focused seriously on reading. Of course, at the end of the day, Lynn was still a vulgar man. What he liked even more was Isabel's shy side when she had nothing on.

In a place like Britain, he had seen far too many bold and wild women. Girls who became shy were rare creatures, let alone the kind of girl whose face grew burning hot when she was half-resisting and half-yielding.

Lynn sat beside Isabel and listened to her talk about life at Cambridge. A smile remained on his face the whole time. Just hearing her slow, gentle, water-soft voice was a different kind of pleasure.

"Speaking of which, Lynn, do you still remember that a certain man once told me he would earn a lot of money in the future and make me the boss?"

Lynn smiled. What man, when in love, did not say a few grand and ambitious words to a woman?

Bragging did not cost money. In any case, it was about the future, and whether it came true or not had nothing to do with the present.

Lynn nodded now and said, "I remember. But I also seem to remember that the woman shook her head at the time and said being a boss was too vulgar. She said one of her dreams was to travel around the world and see the scenery at the end of the world before coming back."

"People's thoughts change. Besides, the world is so big, and life is so long. There's nothing wrong with seeing it slowly and walking slowly."

"Then what are your thoughts now?"

"I want to become a publisher, but I don't have money."

"I'll give you ten million pounds. Is that enough?"

"I heard you have assets worth a hundred million."

Lynn's expression did not change, and his smile remained the same. He nodded and said, "Yes, but I only have this much liquid capital. If you want it, I'll give all of it to you."

Isabel Potter had probably only heard rumors. The outside world's estimate of Lynn's assets was around one hundred million pounds.

After all, the new stadium investment was nominally being put in by other companies, not using Lynn's own money.

Isabel's eyes shifted slightly. The feminine wisdom hidden behind that hint of innocence was what Lynn admired most.

She was testing him. Lynn could feel it clearly.

Before Lynn had become rich and powerful, the two of them had shared affection. But now she was bringing up money?

Clearly, she was checking her position in Lynn's heart. She was no longer the little girl who could be coaxed away by sweet words, and Lynn was no longer the silly young man who tried to move people without spending money. At this age, if reality was still not discussed, then life had been lived in vain.

Lynn was extremely certain that Isabel would not take his money!

But he guessed wrong.

Isabel smiled and said, "If you gave me all your money, and you later ran into cash-flow difficulties, I would feel guilty. So…"

She stared at Lynn's flawless smile, paused, then continued, "Give me five million, then. I want to establish a publishing house and give some unknown writers a way to survive. Publishing houses now are too utilitarian. They can throw millions of pounds at celebrities just for some tasteless, boring autobiography, while works truly written with talent are treated as worthless. That isn't fair."

Isabel might have thought that asking Lynn for five million pounds would change his expression, but she did not expect Lynn to smile and nod in praise.

"Isabel, you've changed. You've gone from being detached from worldly affairs to wanting to help the world. I support you. I said I'd give you ten million, so it'll be ten million. If I, Lynn, really lacked five million pounds in cash flow, I could sell all my cars and still gather more than ten million. If there were ever a real cash-flow problem, ten million would only be a drop in the bucket. Let's have dinner together tomorrow night and discuss it in detail."

A trace of surprise flashed through Isabel's beautiful eyes.

She really had been testing Lynn.

But she had not expected that after three years apart, Lynn would still be so generous toward her.

When he had ten thousand pounds, if she asked, he would give her all of it. When he had ten million in liquid funds, he would still give it all to her without changing expression.

"Ten million pounds just to have dinner?"

"Isabel, you've learned bad habits."

"I learned all of them from you. Your two lovers are coming over. Although I've been in Cambridge, that doesn't mean I don't read the news. How are you going to handle this scene? Do you want me to help block them?"

Hearing that, Lynn turned his head and saw Erin and Catherine Carter walking toward them together. Cold sweat broke out on his back. Then he looked calmly back toward Isabel Potter and said in a low voice, "I'm yours."

Isabel could not help laughing.

After Erin walked over and greeted her first, Lynn's gaze turned toward Erin.

"Hi, Isabel. Long time no see. We didn't see you come back during Christmas for the past two years. How come you had time to return this year?"

Isabel glanced at Lynn and said, "This time, I'm not leaving after coming home. Also, tonight he belongs to me. He said that himself just now."

Lynn's flawless expression instantly became extremely awkward. He gave Isabel an embarrassed smile. "You sold me out just like that? Looks like you really have learned bad habits."

Isabel blinked innocently. "I learned all of them from you."

Catherine Carter could not stand watching Lynn and Isabel flirt like this, so she left with a tense face.

Erin, on the other hand, sat down. She knew better than anyone that this young lady, who seemed detached from worldly struggles, actually had a stronger desire to win than anyone else!

At least after being love rivals with her for several years, Erin had a stomach full of anger.

But after fighting for so long, she had instead grown used to it and no longer cared too much about winning or losing in scenes like this.

She looked at Isabel and said, "I was standing beside Auntie Tang earlier and chatting with some of her friends. It seems Auntie Tang is really anxious to marry Lynn off. Isabel, any interest in becoming the Lin family's daughter-in-law?"

Lynn blushed.

Mm, very rarely, he actually blushed.

It was like a young maiden blushing on her first arranged date.

Isabel could not help smiling when she saw Lynn's face redden. She said, "I do know a little about Chinese customs. People of the older generation in China believe men should marry around twenty-three. Lynn is indeed not young anymore. He should get married, shouldn't he, Lynn?"

It was one thing for his parents to talk about his personal affairs, but when these two women brought it up, Lynn found it a little difficult to handle.

He smiled awkwardly. "It's nothing. I still feel young. I can delay it for a few more years."

Isabel shook her head. "You should still respect your parents' opinions. After all, in China, how does that saying go? There are three forms of unfilial conduct, and having no descendants is the worst. You need to marry and have children. I think Erin is quite good. Why don't you marry her?"

Erin narrowed her eyes slightly. "What do you mean, 'marry me, then'? Am I someone he can marry just because he wants to?"

Sweat broke out on Lynn's forehead.

It really seeped out!

He knew these two young ladies were about to go to war!

He suddenly said to them, "I see my dad looking for me. I'll go first."

Just as he stood up, Isabel slipped a room card into Lynn's hand without saying a word.

Lynn left quickly. Of course, the room card went into his pocket.

Erin looked darkly at the smiling Isabel and said, "He was right. You really did learn bad habits!"

Isabel picked up In Search of Lost Time again and smiled. "I've discovered that sometimes it's quite nice for a woman to be a little bad. At least she won't be bullied by you like before."

Erin's expression became dazed. Suddenly, she remembered that several years ago, she herself had habitually slipped room cards into Lynn's hand just like Isabel had now.

Then she laughed helplessly and shook her head. "What a grudge-holding woman."

In truth, both of them knew very well that it was not that they were unwilling to marry Lynn. It was simply that they understood a man like Lynn too well. Marrying him might mean losing even more, and losing even more terribly.

Eastern Swansea could not exactly be called a chaotic mix of dragons and snakes, but at the very least, it was not as orderly as the city center, the north, west, or south.

The north of the city mainly contained the university and proper entertainment venues. The west was mostly home to municipal departments. The south had more shipbuilding, art studios, museums, and similar places.

The east, however, carried a slight taste of a gray zone. The Taylor family had once taken root here, only moving their "old nest" in recent years to the Mansel District in the north of the city.

Many legally restricted adult entertainment venues in Britain were opened in the east side. The Taylor family also had businesses here, though those had already been separated out and handed to other partners to manage.

"Kiss the Night" was a strip club. At seven-thirty in the evening, two motorcycles stopped outside the venue.

After Evra and James Cook took off their helmets, Evra hurriedly pulled James Cook inside.

He said to James Cook, "Walk faster. Don't let any reporters photograph us."

James Cook's heart pounded. After seeing the sign, he knew what kind of place this was.

It was indeed not a bar, and it was not a nightclub.

But it was even more exciting than either of those!

It was also the "paradise" that men longed for!

He finally understood what Evra had meant by bringing enough money.

As a good boy who had long since passed puberty, James Cook naturally also had a strong interest in this kind of thing. It was just that he did not know how to date, and he seemed shy to the outside world. If you were not proactive enough, you could not win a girl's heart.

Evra, meanwhile, was familiar with all of this. Before coming to Swansea, once he earned some wages, he would set aside part of it to relieve his loneliness. Of course, back then in France, he had only visited cheap little places.

Now things were different. His income was considerable. During his wandering days in Swansea, he had come to the east side and discovered there were adult entertainment venues here too. Naturally, he would not miss them. However, he had not come many times. Today was only his second time.

James Cook was like a curious baby. After entering, he began looking around everywhere. In truth, the place was also like a slightly larger bar, playing music that was relatively slow but carried an ambiguous mood. He and Evra walked to the edge of the stage, each ordered a drink, and began watching the dancers onstage swaying in revealing lingerie.

James Cook blushed. Evra, meanwhile, copied the other customers. When a dancer came before them and posed seductively, he slipped banknotes into her stockings, taking the chance to lightly touch her as well.

He encouraged James Cook to try too. Naturally, the dancer could also tell that James Cook was a newcomer. She lingered in front of him for a long time, occasionally posing in a way that teased the forbidden area hidden behind a thin layer of lingerie.

Blushing, James Cook tried to slip a banknote into the dancer's stocking. Then, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly pulled his right hand back. Evra covered his mouth beside him and secretly laughed.

The manager of "Kiss the Night" noticed Evra and James Cook.

He recognized the two as Swansea players.

As the manager of this kind of venue, the first thing he had to know was whether the people who came here had money or not.

For those without money, business was handled normally. For those with money, they had to be drawn in and pleased with all possible effort. If they had fun here, then the venue's income would increase.

Would he make a big fuss and tell reporters?

If he did, he would immediately be fired!

What good would telling reporters do for the venue?

None!

And it would be harmful!

If those who wanted to visit the venue found out that this place actively leaked information to the media, who would still come and "walk into the trap" themselves?

Confidentiality was the first requirement.

The manager spoke to the servers and strictly forbade everyone from spreading the news that two Swansea players had come to spend money and have fun here.

At the same time, he decided to provide them with a higher level of service.

A server came to Evra's side and whispered a few words to him. Evra immediately became excited. He pulled up James Cook, who was staring at the dancer with a slightly dazed expression, and followed the server to a VIP room in the back of the venue.

Evra could not wait to experience the "VIP service" the server had mentioned, so the server went off to arrange it.

Inside the VIP room, Evra and James Cook waited for two of the venue's top dancers. The two looked at each other and accepted without hesitation, immediately letting the two dancers perform in the room for them alone.

James Cook's eyes never left the woman with wine-red long hair. Judging by her age, she was probably a few years older than James Cook, and her figure was excellent!

After the two gave tips, the server came in again. Skilled at reading people's expressions, the server noticed the disappointed look James Cook revealed and asked him the reason.

James Cook awkwardly asked whether the girl from just now could dance for him again.

The moment the server heard that, he understood. Even Evra understood instantly. He took the initiative to leave the room and asked the server to open another room for him.

After a short while, the server brought the girl James Cook had named into the room.

But this time, the girl did not dance. Wearing revealing lingerie, she stood in front of James Cook and smiled as she asked, "Sir, is this your first time here?"

James Cook nodded honestly, then asked, "What's your name?"

The girl laughed helplessly. She suddenly felt James Cook's face looked a little familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen him before. Still, James Cook's handsome face, combined with his inexperienced behavior, easily made women feel fondness toward him. This girl was no exception, though she certainly kept her guard up.

She asked with a smile, "My real name?"

"Of course. What, do you have many names?"

James Cook asked in surprise.

The girl shrugged. "No one uses their real name here. Fine, I can tell you part of my name. You can call me Daisy."

James Cook kept murmuring, "Daisy, Daisy, Daisy…"

Daisy boldly took the initiative and stepped forward, arriving at the wide sofa before sitting astride James Cook. James Cook looked fascinated as he raised his head, gazing up at the beautiful Daisy in his eyes.

Daisy bent down and whispered beside James Cook's ear in a soft, enchanting voice.

"Leave everything to me."

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