Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Chapter 910 Looking For Relatives

Irene was getting closer and closer to Alfred recently. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

They were both foreigners.

On the other hand, Irene liked parties, and Alfred liked holding parties the most. The relationship

between the two got better and better.

On Friday, Alfred held a party in the Midnight club.

"Mr. Alfred, your party is awesome," Irene praised.

Alfred held a party almost every weekend. Sometimes it was small and only invited a few of his best

friends. Sometimes it was large and invited all the celebrities and newcomers.

"My goal is to become the party king of Dragon City." Alfred spread out his hands and smiled

charmingly.

"You are going to take over the position of Vinton," Fell said with a smile.

In the past, among the four younger master of Dragon City, Vinton was the most playful, favorite and

best player. Since he was with Eva, he had been resting and keeping a low profile. He even gave up

the throne of the king of the party. So it had been vacant until now.

"There must be someone to take the seat of the king of the party. Since the four young master of

Dragon City don't want to play, I'll play." Alfred shrugged.

When Essie and Eva arrived, they were wrapped tightly.

The models who came to the party were all working hard to attract the attention of the rich. Once they

succeeded in catching one, they would become a Phoenix.

What Zac hated most was the swimsuit party, because he hated physical contact. But his wife accepted

Alfred's invitation, so he had to come with her.

With a glass of champagne in her hand, Essie said, "Mr. Alfred, there was a little pity in your party." She

shook her head and sighed.

"Oh? Mrs. Essie, are you not satisfied with anything?" Alfred asked.

"All the models you invited to the party are female models, and they only consider the needs of men,

not taking care of our women at all..." said Essie.

Alfred smiled and said, "It's indeed my fault. It's my negligence. There are only female models, not

male models. It's too monotonous. I will pay attention to it next time."

Irene raised her eyebrows and looked at her with an extremely strange look. "Sister in law, is it really

appropriate for you to ask to see handsome guys so unscrupulously? Will my brother agree?"

"Take a look. It's just eye catching. My husband is generous. He won't mind," said Essie indifferently,

shrugging her shoulders.

Zac put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I don't care whether she look at them or not. Anyway,

they are not as handsome as me."

Essie was a little nervous. Narcissism was a kind of disease and he needed to take medicine.

With a smile, Eva said, "Essie is the honorary chairman and president of the Appearance Association,

as well as a fashion designer. She only appreciates beauties."

"Now it's a world of judging people by face." Jim shrugged. In the entertainment circle, this

performance was more important.

"So a handsome man like me should be very popular, right?" Alfred said with a smile.

"Mr. Alfred, you are rich and handsome. Of course you are welcomed." Raising her eyebrows slightly,

Essie said with a smile, "When a woman looks for a man, she will look at his appearance, and then, his

wallet. For some women, wallet is the most important thing, more important than your appearance. As

long as the guy is rich, she could bear it. Even the guy is old, ugly, fat, bald, with beer belly, or with all

kind of pimples marks on the face.

Alfred laughed weirdly, "Are you talking about those material girls?"

With a smile, Essie's eyes wandered to a corner of the party. Two young models were attentively

entertaining a short and rich man.

Irene sneered with contempt. "That's how an inferior woman is like. As long as they guy is rich, she will

stick to him."

"If it weren't for such kind of women, how could the short and rich show their charm?" said Essie with a

mocking smile.

"You're right. We don't like women like that. We can only leave them to the rich and short," Alfred said

with a smile.

While they were talking, Franklin came over with two young models in his arms. "Good evening,

everyone."

"Good evening, Franklin." Everyone greeted him.

Alfred glanced at him and said, "Little Franklin, are you too tired recently? You should have a rest and

needs to recuperate for a period of time."

"Don't worry, Alfred. I have been very happy recently. Dragon City is a good place. I like it so much. I

decide to apply for the permanent residence right and stay here," Franklin said with a smile. It was hard

to tell from his slow tone if he was deliberately saying something to irritate Alfred, or he really liked the

current life.

However, China had always been a place full of enthusiasm and hospitality, and it was quite welcome

for foreign friends to come to this country.

Franklin was just a slave in his own country, but here, he was deeply respected by everyone and liked

by girls. Of course he liked here.

"Mr. Franklin, since you like it, you can stay here. It's not difficult to apply for a permanent residence in

Dragon City," Eva said with a smile.

Alfred threw up his hands and said, "Little Franklin, don't forget your identity. You are my servant. You

must be wherever I am." There was a hint of threat in his tone. Obviously, he was not going to give

Franklin freedom.

Franklin frowned and said, "Alfred, I remember that according to the rules of our country, if I can find

my family, I don't have to be your servant anymore. I can regain my freedom and go home with my

family. So I decided to find my family, my parents, brothers and sisters."

"When you were three years old, you were abandoned by your family. You have no memory of them.

How can you find them?" Alfred sneered.

"Alfred, don't forget that I'm of Asian extraction. Maybe my family is in China. I can post a notice on the

Internet about looking for a wife. If my family loses a child, they will definitely come over," said Franklin.

Alfred shook his head and laughed. "Little Franklin, are you naive or childish. You are of Asian

extraction, but this can only prove that you are a yellow descendant, not a Chinese. Asian extractions

are everywhere, including Japanese, Korean and Malaysia. And Singaporean. There were also Asian

descendants in the United States. You have to know your nationality first."

Hearing this, Essie was slightly shocked. "Mr. Franklin, don't you know which country you come from?"

"I don't remember what happened when I was a child. I was adopted, and then my foster parents sent

me to Alfred's house as a servant." There was a trace of sadness on Franklin's face.

Essie looked at him sympathetically. She could tell that Franklin didn't want to be Alfred's personal

servant all the time. He minded his humble identity.

Perhaps he was not a gay at all. He was forced by Alfred.

But Alfred was his young master after all. He was used to being arrogant, so it was impossible for him

to give him freedom easily.

It would be better for him to stay in China. China was at least a democratic country. If he went back to

their own country, he would have no freedom.

"Little Franklin, just follow me. I will treat you well. If you like women, I'll introduce more women to you

and let you have a good time, okay?"

Alfred put on a coaxing tone, as if he was treating a disobedient child.

Franklin pouted, "But I like China. I don't want to go back, so I want to stay here."

Alfred shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter. I still have to stay here for a while. You can

have fun here."

Franklin's dark eyes flashed. "My lord, no matter what, I will try my best to find my family. If you can

help me find my family, even if I regain my freedom, I will still be your assistant."

It was like he was asking help from Alfred. After all, Alfred was rich and powerful, so it must be much

better for him to help than Franklin did it himself.

Alfred sighed, "Well, little Franklin, since you want to see your family so much, I'll help you find them."

Then she turned to look at Jim. As the young master of the media circle, he was certainly the most

suitable person to ask for help.

"Jim, could you please help our little Franklin?" he pleaded.

"It's not a big deal. I'll ask the people of the news agency to help me post a Lost Notice and ask them to

pay attention to the person who is looking for the child." Jim nodded.

"Thank you," said Alfred.

"Mr. Franklin, I hope you can find your family as soon as possible," said Eva.

"I hope they are really Chinese, not Korean or Japanese. I don't like them at all," said Franklin.

"I think you look exactly like our Chinese. You must be Chinese, not Japanese or Korean." Eva nodded

like a chicken pecking rice.

"Is there any difference in appearance between Korean and Japanese to the Chinese?" Jim stroked

her head.

"Of course. The Japanese are short legged. Mr. Franklin is six feet one inch tall. He must be a giant in

Japan. Obviously, it was not inherited from the Japanese. As for Korean people, they all had small eyes

and flat nose. Among the beautiful stars on TV, nine out of ten had plastic surgery. They were rarely

born with beauty. Mr. Franklin is so handsome. I don't think he is from Korea," Eva said seriously.