Capítulo 95: Chapter 95: Delphine Arnault
Saint Maria Best Western Seaside Vacation Villa on the island of L'Ile-Rousse in the northern part of Corsica, Mediterranean France.
Charles Carpe met with Marion Cotillard and representatives from Paris Bank, Padres, and Antoine Arnault, with an additional person present.
It was Delphine Arnault, the eldest daughter of the Arnault family and current Vice President of Dior, age 29, and Antoine Arnault's sister.
"Charles, have you been enjoying yourself these past couple of days?" Delphine Arnault asked with a smile.
Charles looked at the distant waves and beach, admiringly saying, "The beauty of the Mediterranean has always been outstanding; it makes one forget their troubles!"
"Wouldn't it be even more delightful to forget your troubles and win a few hundred million euros?" Delphine Arnault added, knowing the Arnault family wouldn't deny such a gamble.
Four hundred million euros. According to the initial agreement between Antoine and the other parties, the Arnault family would bear 40%, translating to several hundred million euros in cash.
Charles shrugged and chuckled, "Just luck, really. No one expected the Greek team to win, not even God himself!"
"Congratulations, we will prepare the cash for Paris Bank as soon as possible!" Delphine Arnault walked over to shake Charles' hand, glanced at her brother, sighed, and then left.
Charles nodded, initially wanting to ask something but held back. He exchanged a few pleasantries with the representatives of Paris Bank and Padres.
"Here's a check for 8.1 million euros. Take it."
After everyone departed, Charles pulled out a check from his pocket and handed it to Marion Cotillard.
Marion Cotillard had just arrived today and found herself standing by, silently witnessing the conversations.
It felt like a dream. After accepting the check, she asked excitedly, "For me?"
"Heh, it's yours from the start!" Charles patted her shoulder and sat on the sofa, considering he had hundreds of millions of euros.
The Padres Group and Paris Bank wouldn't lack cash, and the Arnault family could mortgage part of their LV stocks to secure a loan.
But why would Delphine Arnault come to see him? Wasn't she being groomed as the successor?
"Charles!" Marion Cotillard ran over and hugged Charles' neck. "I feel like this money fell from the heavens!"
"God doesn't bet on football!" Charles laughed.
Marion Cotillard gave Charles a kiss on the cheek and said with a smile, "But God's messenger does, and you are His messenger."
"So, I've become Jesus?" Charles joked as he looked at the beach below.
"Corsica is the fourth largest island in the Mediterranean, right?"
"Yes, Sicily, Sardinia, Cyprus, then Corsica, followed by Evia and Mallorca!" Marion Cotillard, being French, was familiar with this information.
"Ah, the Mediterranean is indeed a great place for a vacation!"
"Do you like it here, Charles?"
"Who wouldn't like such a wonderful place?"
Marion Cotillard pondered for a moment before saying, "I want to buy a vacation villa here. Can we spend vacations together?"
Charles looked at her, then laughed and asked, "Aren't you going to get a boyfriend?"
"I don't have one now, do I? Don't you want me to be your lover?"
Charles shook his head and told Marion Cotillard, "It's unnecessary. You'll get married someday. If you meet a man you get along with, you can date and marry him!"
Marion Cotillard nodded, "I know. I'm single now and just want to thank you!"
Marion Cotillard knew very well Charles was a playboy. With so many women around him, how could one woman make him settle down?
"Thank me, huh? Sure," Charles pondered for a moment, "You want to buy a vacation villa, which could also be an investment. Why not buy one on Mallorca? It's quieter there. If we get the time, we might actually spend a vacation together without interruptions."
Marion Cotillard smiled, "These few days, think about how you'd like me to thank you!"
Charles moved closer to her ear and whispered, "I'd like to try whiskey with ice."
Marion Cotillard rolled her eyes at him but nodded obediently.
In the morning, the warm Mediterranean breeze carried sea water onto the shore, wave after wave, while seagulls sang loudly on the pier's lighthouse.
The night had just passed, with the adorable dew dancing on the leaves like ballet dancers, and golden rays beginning to illuminate the earth and sea.
In a bedroom at the seaside vacation villa, Charles leaned against the headboard, picking up the ringing phone.
"Charles, good morning. I hope I didn't wake you from a wonderful dream!"
"Oh, Miss Arnault, good morning. I just woke up, enjoying the morning," Charles responded, watching the still-moving Marion Cotillard.
Next to the girl was a glass, with a few ice cubes still in the half-filled whiskey.
"Charles, just call me Delphine. Can we chat later? Bring your lawyer and accountant."
Are they going to give the money? But they could just directly contact my lawyer, no?
"Sure, no problem!" Charles didn't mind the meeting. He hung up.
After a while, Charles finally showed a satisfied expression, looking up to see Marion Cotillard putting down her glass.
"Anything?" Marion Cotillard, half-kneeling on the bed, asked.
"Delphine Arnault wants to meet. Probably about the bonus," Charles said weakly.
"Oh, that's great!" Marion Cotillard said, stepping off the bed heading to the bathroom for a shower.
After resting on the bed for a few more minutes, Charles, feeling rejuvenated, jumped off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom.
Seeing Charles enter the bathroom while she was soaking in the tub, Marion Cotillard smiled and asked, "Do you still have energy left?"
Charles smirked, "Young people naturally have energy, and the fresh morning air boosts one's spirit!"
In the bathroom, they didn't do much. After his shower, Charles went for breakfast and then called his legal team to a small meeting room at the hotel to meet Delphine Arnault.
In the Saint Maria Best Western hotel's conference room, only Delphine Arnault and her two assistants were present.
Not seeing her brother, Antoine Arnault, Charles didn't pay much attention. After all, he had won a couple of hundred million euros from them. Why would he care about their feelings?
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