lerbook Chapter 323 Dale's Seduction
Chapter 323 Dale's Seduction
"This is Palo Alto's most famous bar," Dale said. "Girls who want to stay in the US all know this place."
He pointed to the doorway, just as a blonde girl walked in.
She was probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, quite tall, and wearing a dark blue dress that fell just above her knees. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her waistline. Her hair was blonde, draped over her shoulders, and shimmered softly in the light. She wore light makeup, with a natural pink lipstick.
She stood at the door, her gaze sweeping across the bar. It passed the bar counter, then a few booths, before settling on their table.
His gaze lingered for a second, then shifted away.
She walked to the bar and sat down on an empty bar stool. She crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing her fair calves. She ordered a drink, then turned slightly to face them.
She wasn't facing him directly, but at an angle. But that angle allowed Ling Yun to see her profile clearly.
A straight nose, a slightly upturned chin, and long eyelashes.
She picked up her wine glass and took a small sip. As she put the glass down, her gaze swept over and met Ling Yun's.
She didn't move away, just stared at it, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Then she lowered her head and gently twirled the wine glass with her fingers.
Dell laughed out loud.
"She's from Sweden," he said. "She studied industrial design and wants to stay in the US, but she doesn't have legal status. She's been here for almost three months and hasn't found the right person yet."
Ling Yun looked at Dell with suspicion, "How did you know?"
"I come here often," Dale said. "I know almost all the girls who come here regularly."
The blonde girl looked up again, this time at Ling Yun, and smiled. Then she picked up her wine glass, stood up, and walked towards them.
She walked with a graceful gait, her waist swaying gently, her high heels clicking on the floor. She paused as she approached their booth.
"Hello," she said softly, with a slight accent.
Ling Yun nodded. "Hello."
She waited a second, and seeing that Ling Yun didn't intend to invite her to sit down, she smiled and continued walking. After a few steps, she sat down in an empty booth nearby. The booth wasn't far from them, and they could see right in their direction.
Dell looked at Ling Yun with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"You missed it," he said.
Ling Yun didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
Soon another person walked over.
This time it was a brown-haired girl, a little younger than the previous one, probably around twenty-two or twenty-three. She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, a very simple outfit, but the shirt was tucked into the jeans, showing off her slim waist. Her hair was dark brown, tied in a ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead. She wasn't wearing much makeup, just a little lipstick.
She walked over to their booth and pretended to look at the painting on the wall. There was indeed a painting on the wall, an abstract one with vibrant colors. She looked at it intently, tilting her head slightly.
Then she turned her head and smiled at Lingyun.
"Do you like this painting?" she asked.
Ling Yun glanced at the painting. "It's alright."
The girl took a step closer. "I find it very interesting. Those colors, they're like..." she thought for a moment, "like they're very happy."
Ling Yun didn't speak.
The girl waited a few more seconds, and seeing that he still didn't invite her to sit down, she smiled.
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
Then she walked away, went to the bar, and sat down next to the blonde girl. The two girls looked at each other, said something, and then both laughed.
Dell leaned back on the sofa, watching this scene with a broad smile.
"Ling," he said, "you're too serious."
Ling Yun ignored him.
"That Russian guy, the computer science student," Dell said. "He's only been here two weeks, hasn't even opened a business yet. If you want, you can take him home tonight."
"I have no such intention."
Dell looked at him, his eyes becoming serious.
"Ling," he said, "do you know why these girls are here?"
Ling Yun didn't speak, only looked puzzled.
“They’re not here for a one-night stand,” Dale said. “They’re here for an opportunity, for a man who can help them stay in the US. Lawyers, investors, Silicon Valley bosses. Anyone will do, as long as they can stay.”
He pointed to the blonde girl.
"Her name is Emma. She graduated from the Royal Institute of Technology in Sweden with a degree in industrial design. I've seen her portfolio; it's quite good. But she doesn't have legal status and can't find a job. Her OPT has expired, and if she can't find an employer soon, she'll have to go back."
He then pointed to the brown-haired one.
"Anna, a graduate of Moscow State University, ranked among the top three in the Computer Science department. She came to the US to pursue her master's degree and just graduated. She has an F1 visa and her OPT has just started, with one year remaining. If she can't find an employer to sponsor her H1B within that year, she'll have to go back."
He turned back and looked at Ling Yun.
"They are all smart people. They are educated, capable, and ambitious; all they lack is a formal identity."
Ling Yun picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
"You brought me here," he said, "just to see this?"
Dale looked at him with a serious expression.
"Ling," he said, "you're exactly the kind of person they're looking for."
Ling Yun didn't speak.
"You're rich, you have a company, you're famous, and you're young and handsome," Dale said. "If you want them, just wave them over, and they'll come to you. They're not just random streetwalkers; they're serious. If you help them stay, they'll be with you. You can get married or get them residency. A few years later, once they have their residency, you can continue if you want, or break up if you don't. Neither of you will owe each other anything."
"and then?"
"And then?" Dale laughed. "Then you'll have company, someone to come when you call and leave when you dismiss them, without any trouble. In America, being alone is so boring. Don't live your life like a Puritan."
Lingyun put down his glass. "Dale," he said, "I have a wife."
Dell paused for a moment.
"Wife?" he repeated. "What does this have to do with them? You're just finding a sex partner in America, it's not like you're betraying your family."
"Hmm... Oh?" Ling Yun was bewildered by his absurd logic and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Dell looked at him, and after a few seconds, smiled again.
"Okay," he said. "You have a wife. That's fine. Your wife is in China, and you're in America. It's normal for you to need company in America. Especially for a young, handsome guy like you who's so rich, there are plenty of beautiful girls waiting for you to rescue them, waiting for you to 'develop' them."
Dell was like someone tempting a child to eat a piece of candy, his incessant chatter filled with sweet enticement.