My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 926: Why Be Humble

"Doesn’t Mr. Ji want to know in advance?" Ivanov laughed heartily, revealing a somewhat sly and proud expression.

"No need!"

An extremely clear and bewitching, arrogant voice fell into the ears, feeling like the fine knocking of bamboo on antique porcelain, mysterious and elegant, yet with an indescribable chilly charm.

"The very thing that makes a secret alluring is its unpredictability. If the answer is revealed right at the beginning, then the fun is lost! Those who can’t wait to show off usually end up in a laughable state. I trust Mr. Ivan wouldn’t be like those ridiculous people."

The man who spoke was dressed in a black suit, with gold cufflinks bearing a simple crest on his fine shirt cuffs. The light shone on half of his face, giving him a shadowy and dominant presence.

He was around thirty years old with a perfect jawline, skin white as snow porcelain, set off by his thin, ice-red lips, quite stunning. The mystery of his appearance only accentuated his charisma—a supreme coldness and confusion.

Three parts arrogance, seven parts indifference.

This man was none other than the king of military weapons, the one who held the power over countless lives—Ji Mo.

Ivanov’s face turned somewhat embarrassed, but quickly he laughed it off as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Ji remains as sharp as ever, but some young people these days, they will eventually be consumed by their own stubborn pride. They always think they have the world in their grasp and lack a bit of humility!" His tone was polite, but it clearly carried a hint of sarcasm.

"It’s not about thinking; it’s that—the world is indeed in my grasp. So, why be humble?" Ji Mo laughed arrogantly, swirling the red liquid in his glass. Lifting his exquisite chin beautifully, he downed the drink in one go.

A glimmer of darkness flashed in Ivanov’s eyes. He indeed intended to swagger before this powerful adversary.

After all, Ji Mo’s rise had stolen the glory that belonged to the Ivan Family in the arms industry for fifty years. Every member of the Ivan Family saw it as a disgrace, an insult to be avenged, vowing to seize back the top spot!

However, Ji Mo was as arrongant as ever. Just wait and see; once they, the Ivan Family, get their hands on those things, they will certainly rise again, reclaiming the top spot and severely embarrassing him.

"Ah, you men, as soon as you meet it’s all business and politics, truly boring to death." Mu Bao’er shifted her gaze and spoke up, easing the tense atmosphere a bit.

Although the two families were at odds due to competition, in the world of business, one still had to maintain an appearance of harmony!

Her man had always been above the world, not giving anyone a second glance. Although this was the truth—after all, the Ivan Family had been fighting for so many years and still couldn’t beat him—now was the time to save face since it was their banquet, after all!

"Tired, are you? I told you not to follow along, and now you find it boring. I’ll send you back to rest early," Ji Mo said affectionately, gazing at his beloved wife and holding her waist as if no one else was around.

"No way." Mu Bao’er’s face darkened at the mention of resting.

This man had brought her to a black market auction because she was interested in those treasures. But upon arrival, she realized he was too cunning. These past few days, they hardly ever left the villa, constantly attending to Sir Ji.

Finally, they had managed to get out tonight, and she had no intention of returning anytime soon.

She finally understood his ulterior motive. At home, because their little daughter Ji Hua was only four years old and often clung to her, even wanting to sleep together at night, it greatly annoyed the man. This time, he took the opportunity to leave the little daughter behind and bring her to have a world of their own as a couple.

"Mommy." The timely voice of Ling Kong rang out.

Mu Bao’er turned around in surprise, as if she had received a reprieve.