The Rise Of A Billionaire 1943

Question: What does it feel like to be suddenly kissed?

A little dazed!

Pierre, caught off guard, never imagined he'd one day be forcibly kissed by a woman—actually assaulted by a female rogue!

After pushing the woman away, he finally saw who it was.

"It's you…"

Why was she here?

"Pierre, you said that if I ever felt tired, you would take care of me!"

Take care of you!

Heidi's heart instantly surged with emotion—he had made her that promise too!

Sigh, it's fine if you want to take care of her, but at least don't say it in front of Heidi!

Looking at the coquettish Eva, Pierre felt a headache coming on. Just then, Heidi's voice reached his ears. He saw Heidi, her face icy, walking over.

"Darling, who is she? Why has she come to our house?"

Facing Heidi, who was acting every bit the lady of the house, Pierre couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

How was he supposed to explain this?

"Hello, Heidi, I'm Ava Gardner!"

Facing the powerful aura of the queenly Heidi, Ava didn't back down at all. Instead, she walked right up and looked at her with shining eyes.

"Sis, you really are as beautiful as the legends say."

The woman's compliment made the previously tense Heidi Lamarr smile.

"Thank you, you're very beauti—"

"Beautiful."

"Really, sister, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen."

Heidi's beauty truly took Eva by surprise.

"No wonder he fell in love with you as soon as we parted ways in Washington."

The woman's words left Hedy Lamarr momentarily stunned. Looking at Pierre, her feelings were incredibly complicated—so it turns out she's the third one here.

"Thank you. Welcome to New York."

For a brief moment, Heidi seemed a little nervous; her charming eyes even started to avoid Eva's gaze.

She seemed to be speaking to this woman as the lady of the house, but in reality, she wasn't at all!

"Hey, ladies, let's not just stand out here. Come inside and have a seat,"

The atmosphere was getting a bit awkward!

Pierre hurriedly changed the subject.

"By the way, I met two ladies on my way out west…"

Both women shot him a peculiar look at almost the same time.

Could there be even more women?!

"Don't get me wrong, they're pilots. Heidi, you know I have some fighter planes in North Africa, and I need pilots. I just happened to run into them…"

While explaining, Pierre glanced at the suitcase by Eva's feet and said,

"Heidi, for the time being, Eva will be staying here. She can have the guest room."

After thinking for a moment, Pierre added,

"Eva, there's a guest room upstairs. You can stay there for now."

"It's no trouble at all. Thank you, darling."

Watching Eva simply pick up her suitcase and stride into the house, Pierre felt a bit helpless.

Debts of romance must be repaid!

Looking at the man beside her, then at the woman's retreating figure, Heidi couldn't help but sigh inwardly before saying,

"Darling, welcome home."

As she spoke, she planted a kiss on him, even shooting a provocative glance at Eva by the door, as if declaring her ownership.

Eva, however, just smiled at them—she had long been mentally prepared for this.

That night, after dinner—without even clearing the table—Heidi pulled Pierre straight into the bedroom. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and sparks flew between them.

Over an hour later, the sounds from the room finally faded. Moments later, a thirsty Pierre had just stepped out to get a drink when he was stopped in the hallway. In the darkness, Eva, dressed in a white dress like a sprite, threw herself into his arms, eyes brimming with affection, and asked softly,

"Have you missed me these days?"

And so, the passionate night continued…

Question: What is it like to live with two seductive models?

One word: Exhausting.

Two words: Pure bliss.

To sum it up: Tired, but happy.

Life had to go on, but work couldn't be neglected either. After returning to New York, Pierre made several trips back and forth to Havana, bringing back tens of thousands of tons of sugar and other scarce goods. His business with Gambino was his most important source of income. After all, this money determined the future of Borneo, so no matter how busy he was, he had to keep the business running.

The black market business was important, but so was the business of Zhenhua Company. As a defense contractor, Zhenhua was currently handling not only firearms and Agent Orange, but also several Pentagon orders.

As for the Liberty ships provided to the Borneo Shipping Company under the Lend-Lease Act, deliveries had begun, requiring the hiring of crews and organization of shipping manifests.

Ever since returning to New York, work had been nonstop.

One day, after a busy half-day at the office, just as he was about to relax, Yuan Jialiu came to visit. He was there to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for your help earlier. My wife had to leave New York for work and couldn't thank you in person, so she asked me to deliver this letter of thanks."

As he spoke, Yuan Jialiu placed a letter in front of Pierre, then emphasized,

"This is a handwritten letter from my wife."

A handwritten letter?

Aren't all letters handwritten?

Puzzled, Pierre opened the letter while smiling.

"There's no need to be so formal between friends."

But his smile froze on his face. The letter wasn't a thank-you note, but several pages describing her recent work—America was developing a superbomb using uranium. Once completed, it would be an incredibly powerful weapon.

Whichever country possessed such a weapon would be invincible, so China must have it too.

This letter was both a testament to her patriotism and a sign of her trust in him. After all, if the contents of this letter were leaked, the consequences would be disastrous.

Glancing at Yuan Jialiu, Pierre took out his lighter and burned the letter in the ashtray, then said,

"Please thank Mrs. Yuan for me. I'll pass the message on to those who need to know."

Who should he tell?

Of course, the folks back home. But even if he did, what could they actually do?

Not much—at most, just like in history, they could spend a few tens of thousands of dollars on equipment and send a large group of students abroad to study physics. As in history, a significant portion of those students would end up studying seemingly useless physics.

Could there be some hidden connection here?

Still, perhaps he could start making some preparations himself.

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An atomic bomb, after all, is always necessary!

Borneo isn't large, but without an atomic bomb, there's just no sense of security!

"Thank you,"

Yuan Jialiu quickly expressed his gratitude. The reason they wanted to send the message back home through Pierre was because of his identity and status—no one would take lightly any intelligence he brought.

If an ordinary person delivered the information, it would be hard to attract the attention of the higher-ups.

"When did Mrs. Yuan start this job?"

"Last month."

Looking at the letter burned to ash in the ashtray, Yuan Jialiu silently nodded to himself and continued,

"I haven't seen her for a month and a half."

The changes brought about by the unexpected incident at the beginning of the year were a bit surprising—Wu Jianxiong joined the Manhattan Project more than eight months later than in history.

And what does this mean?

It very likely means that the atomic bomb will appear later than it did in history—at least a delay of more than half a year.

Half a year!

Half a year could bring about too many changes. For example, the Allies might land on the Japanese mainland, and the Japanese would resolutely carry out their "One Hundred Million Honorable Deaths" plan, which would inevitably cause heavy casualties for the Allies.

Perhaps the more than a million Purple Hearts that the United States had prepared in advance would actually be used up by more than half.

However, even more Japanese would die in the war, die of famine, and perhaps Japan would be split into North and South, just like East and West Germany after the war.

Just thinking about it is a bit exciting!

Heaven help us—at this point, not even the atomic bomb can save Japan.

What a pity the other world dropped it too early!

But now, perhaps the timing is just right!

Thinking of this, the smile on Pierre's face grew wider. He chatted with Yuan Jialiu for a while longer, then saw him off. Upon returning to his office, he thought about the contents of Wu Jianxiong's letter.

Pierre pondered to himself,

"Perhaps there's nothing that can be done domestically, but as for the atomic bomb, I can at least start making some preparations myself."