A Night With The Billionaire.

Mid-December, it is freezing in New York. The fog rose over the Hudson River, isolating the east and west sides of the river. Many trees in Central Park are bare, and it seems like they are undressing to welcome Christmas.

Winter is Penelope Seinfeld's favorite season. She lingered on the windowsill and looked at the old street. Pigeons fly from her side, and the fallen leaves swirl around her.

Monica walked down the old stairs with groceries and pushed in the door. "Penelope, your pickup car has arrived." She gasped.

"Oh, I see." Penelope lazily answered with her hands on her chin.

Monica clutched her chest and said, "I have never been so close to a luxury car in my life. I don't know whether the people inside saw me..."

Penelope's waist is sore from lying down for so long. She got up and picked up the jacket next to her. She turned and said, "I put the rent on the table. Remember to pay it."

Monica eased herself against the table and asked, "When will you come back?"

"Asher Walker said for a month," Penelope answered as she dressed herself and tied a scarf.

Monica smiled and held out her arm, "Congratulations, you finally have the opportunity to go back."

Penelope smiled gently, hugged her, and said, "Although it is not a wise decision, I don't have to pay for the ticket."

She was five years old when she followed her mother to New York. She has not embarked on her homeland for nearly sixteen years.

"Good luck, come back soon." Monica hugged her tightly.

Penelope embraced her and patted her shoulder lightly. "My dear, see you next year."

"See you next year."

Penelope dragged the suitcase away. Monica looked down on the windowsill. Penelope got into the luxury car parked down on the street. The silver logo flashed slightly and slipped into the traffic stream, disappearing at the end of the street.

At Kennedy Airport, before boarding the flight, Penelope made an excuse to get into the cubicle and called Asher.

"Have you seen my uncle, Warren Duncan?" asked Asher hastily.

"No. We are waiting for him." Penelope whispered into the phone and said, "I promise to help you, but only this time. After that, I won't be responsible for the aftermath."

"Okay. Okay. I will never forget what you're doing for me."

"So, when will you come back?" Penelope ignored his answer, instead asking him.

Asher gently replied, "I will finish my work in two months. First, you should help me deal with them. The key is my grandmother. You must convince her that the baby in your stomach is mine."

"Your grandmother...that shouldn't be a problem. But if your family discovers our deceit, will I be driven out?" Penelope asked worriedly. "I have no friends in the UK....."

"Don't worry. If you are driven out, I will help you and promise that you can give birth to your baby safely in New York."

Penelope squinted her long narrow eyes with one hand against the wall of the bathroom and said, "I warn you, if you don't come back on time, my reward will increase by the day."

"No problem!" Rich Asher is very generous.

Penelope nodded with satisfaction. "You can count on your brothers for long-term cooperation."

They work in collusion and are committed to their own purposes.

"My uncle's picture has already been sent to you. You have face blindness, so you have to look at it several times to remember it."

"I know," affirmed Penelope.

"To keep it in mind." Asher kept reminding her.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

There was a knock outside, and Penelope hurriedly hung up.

A lady was standing outside the door and glanced at her with dissatisfaction. Penelope blushed and grinned.

The man who met her is waiting in front of the women's room. When he saw her come out, he immediately said, "Mr. Duncan has arrived. We can board the plane."

Penelope nodded and followed him.

They finally arrive on the first floor. The shuttle bus stopped at the door and was empty. Penelope and the man got on the bus, and it started.

"Just two of us?" Penelope quickly looked at the empty carriage and was surprised.

The man looked at her and nodded.

"What happened to this flight? Can't they sell tickets?" Penelope thought.

The shuttle bus drove for about seven or eight minutes, then stopped. Penelope got out of the car and saw a private plane parked in front of her.

She suddenly felt like, "this makes it all worth it."

Obviously, Asher understated her reward. He even said his parents are working-class. It would be foolish to believe him.

"Miss Seinfeld, this way, please." The tall bodyguard ushered her.

Penelope is a little nervous, "Okay. Thanks."

She walked towards the plane. The stewardess smiled and greeted her with a thirty-degree bow. Penelope hesitated while bending over. "Did I react appropriately?" She wondered.

There are five or six men in suits in the cabin. They sat together with documents and pens in their hands, and it seemed that they were in a meeting. A tall man sat on the couch. The table in front of him is full of documents. All of them are obeying his instructions. They seem to have been meeting before Penelope came.

"Which one... is Asher's uncle?" Penelope got confused. She reached for her bag and wanted to take out her cell phone.

A man stood up and asked, "Are you, Miss Seinfeld?"

Penelope nodded and hesitantly asked, "Are you Asher's uncle?"

The man seemed confused for a moment and uttered, "No, I'm not. Mr. Duncan is."

Mr. Duncan... Following his gaze, Penelope saw the man sitting on the sofa. Although she has face blindness, she is more sensitive than a radar to distinguish a handsome guy.

The best way to describe this man in front of her? Well, Penelope charged Asher when he asked her for help, but if she had been asked by this man, Penelope would be willing to help him for free or even pay him!

Warren also noticed her step into the cabin. Penelope is wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. Her wheat-colored skin looked so healthy. The most impressive is her bright eyes: one looks at them, and you are unconsciously attracted.

In one word: very hot!

Warren's presence and his intensity made Penelope feel a little perturbed.

Warren pushed his document on his knees to stand up. He walked up to Penelope and stared at her. He questions with a low voice, "Are you Asher's girlfriend, Penelope Seinfeld?"

"Yes..." Penelope, who considers herself a calm girl, is numb and dull when being stared at by him.

"Have we met somewhere?" He took a step forward, and Penelope stepped back unsteadily.

"No, no, I have no recollection..." Penelope scratched her head and felt a guilty pleasure. Did she have an affair with such a handsome man? It couldn't be. Now that she thought about it, she was sure this handsome guy could cure her face blindness!

Warren straightened up with his hands behind him and said, "Sorry for the mistake."

His magnetic voice came, but Penelope could sense something was wrong with the way he answered.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone is entitled to a lame eye." Penelope tried to enliven the atmosphere with a flattering smile.

"A lame eye?"

The atmosphere failed to be enlivened.

She bowed her head to confess, "I'm sorry, I'm just kidding...."

He took a sharp, deep glance at her and sat back on the sofa, picking up the documents again as if he were going to ignore her.

Penelope opened her mouth but said nothing. She wondered whether she offended this big shot.

"Miss Seinfeld, please come with me." The stewardess appeared at the appropriate time and rescued Penelope from embarrassment.

They are working here. Penelope certainly can't stay there. She nodded and walked behind the stewardess.

Although the plane's fuselage limits the size of the bed, it is very comfortable.

The stewardess said, "You can call me if you need anything."

Then she left and closed the door.

To be honest, although this stewardess is beautiful and elegant, she seemed to not be very polite to her and even disdained her.

Penelope looked down at her stomach, which was slightly raised during the first trimester of pregnancy. The stewardess' disdain may come from this. After all, what she is bringing now is the label of "unmarried pregnancy" and "attempting to squeeze into the wealthy family."

She lay on the bed and buried her face in her hands. "It would be nice if it were true." She thought despairingly.

This long-planned fraud started with a pregnancy test a month ago. She found herself pregnant unexpectedly. Although shocked, she never considered aborting the baby.

She did not live happily in the first half of her life. Her father was derailed, and her mother committed suicide. She was adopted by a chain-smoking neighbor because she refused to go to the welfare home. The comfortable life did not last very long, her stepfather died of lung cancer, and she was finally forced to live in the streets and make a living on her own. When other young girls her age were studying in bright classrooms, she had to wander about the streets and sift through the dump to find valuable rubbish to sell. She was sometimes smashed when accidentally picking up a few bottles on someone's site.

The most heartbreaking thing was that Penelope finally found a hamburger to eat, but the stray dogs on the street targeted her. After being chased for 13 streets, she fell into the river. Fortunately, she was rescued by a kind-hearted man. However, she was sent to the hospital because of pneumonia.

All in all, the word "rough" is too narrow to describe her misery.

Even so, she thanked her mother for bringing her into this world, which enabled her to experience the joys and sorrows of life. Now she also wanted her child to see the world, which is his right.

The only problem confusing Penelope now is the baby's father. At first, she thought that the baby's father was Asher because they almost had sex but finally stopped after getting drunk at a party three months ago. Asher was excluded from the possibilities.

Her ex-boyfriend Ross. They broke up after just three months, but it might be him. But the reason they broke up was that Ross was cheating on her, so they barely ever had sex.

The key is that in addition to Ross, there was another man. One night, she got drunk and ran into his arms, and then she was pulled into the room. The man turned off the lights and made love to her. When Penelope woke up, he had left, leaving behind only a stack of bills which reminded her that he had a wonderful night.

He is strong technically, Penelope remembered him even if he hadn't left the bills to support her meals for a month. Well, for a person who has face blindness, in saying " remember," she means that she remembers this person, not what he looked like. She couldn't even recognize him when she was awake, on top of the fact that she had drank some wine that night.

She bit hard at the tip of her fingertips and cudgeled her brain for memories. However, she recalled nothing in addition to remembering that the man wore a black sweater.

This has become an unsolved problem. How can she find her baby's father in such a big world?

The more depressing thing is that when Penelope told Asher about this matter, he did not share her worries but persuaded her to act as his girlfriend to resist the growing pressure of forced marriage in his family. Asher is gay. He would rather die than marry a woman arranged by his family. Penelope was pregnant and could go on a show to make money. She lacked economic resources. Each took what he needed.

Penelope accepted his proposal because she didn't want her child to experience hunger as she did.

However, Asher's family members are suspicious of his words. They are also afraid that Asher will be deceived by Penelope. Therefore, Asher's uncle picked her up and took her back to verify the truth. However, technically, in addition to the paternity test after the baby is born, they are unable to determine whether Asher is the baby's father. At that time, Penelope will have finished her "service period'', she may have gone back to the United States, and the upcoming problem will be Asher's own business.

The plan is perfect, but while Penelope is lying on a soft bed, she has a feeling that her future is uncertain. What's worse, Asher's uncle seems hard to deal with.

Now that she thought of it, if she knew that the play was a test of acting skills, she would have raised the price a bit higher before she accepted the proposal.

Note: From a medical point of view, the paternity test can be done by drawing amniotic fluid, but this method is probably harmful to the fetus, so generally, it is not adopted.

Because Warren made Penelope feel uncomfortable, although it was a long-distance flight, Penelope chose not to step out of her own room. Instead, she surfed the Internet. It wasn't until the captain's voice came on the speaker that she returned to the crowd, sat quietly, and fastened her seat belt.

When the plane landed in London, it was the most prosperous time in the city. Penelope looked out the window. The bright lights seem beautiful and gorgeous, which set off her homesickness.

She hasn't been back home in forever.

Warren quietly retracted his eyes from her profile with one hand, tapping slightly on the handrail.

When they arrived in London, Penelope did not have any autonomy. She followed Warren's arrangement completely. She tried to behave well so that she could successfully complete her own tasks.

Duncan's house lies in a quiet place amidst a noisy neighborhood.

Warren opened the door and got out of the car, Penelope followed him.

The gate was opened, and a gray-haired old man came out. He greeted Warren with a smile, and Warren saluted back.

"This lady must be Master Asher's girlfriend, right?" The old butler looked at Penelope with a generous smile.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Penelope Seinfeld." Penelope bowed slightly. The old man looked very kind, like her grandfather, who died many years ago, so she wanted to get close to him.

"Nice to meet you! Miss Seinfeld. Master Asher has specifically asked us to take good care of you. Please tell me if you need anything and make yourself at home." The old butler was very easy-going and always wore a pleasant smile.

Before Penelope could reply, Warren said, "That all comes later. Now our luggage should be taken into the house."

The butler nodded, and the servants behind came up to orderly carry the luggage.

Warren ignored her and strode onwards. Penelope can't help but keep up with him; however, she is stopped by the old butler's words. "Miss Seinfeld, your room has been cleaned. Please come with me." The old butler motioned her to another way.

"Oh, well, thank you..." Penelope felt a little lost when Warren's back disappeared from her sight.

The handsome guy didn't like her. This conclusion really hurts her.

"Are you going to pick up my uncle?" Asher asked while walking back and forth in his living room.

Sitting in the room where she is placed, Penelope joked while complaining to Asher over the phone.

"Of course not, but obviously, he despised me." Penelope clutched the sheets, and she accidentally ripped the silk apart. "Oh!"

"What are you yelling for?" Asher was scared by her.

"This, this silk, ah, is it expensive?" Penelope carefully picked up the sheets.

"Oh, it's not expensive. It may just be enough for you to live for half a year."

Penelope was stunned for a moment, "What! Why didn't you tell me that before?"

She could have bought a cotton set and sold this one!

"Don't humiliate me. If you are discovered, I will not give you the final payment." Asher is shrewd.

Penelope said with a groan, "You claimed to be a working-class person. How do you have a private plane and a personal butler at home?"

"Those belong to my uncle. They have nothing to do with me! My dad's last name is Walker, he's a digger." An archeologist is a person who excavates soil.

"What the fuck!" Penelope can't help but utter a few expletives to vent her feelings.

"Oh, calm down! Anyhow, you play your part to the best of your ability. When I get back from Egypt, you'll be free."

There was a knock outside, Penelope hurriedly hung up and ran to open the door.

A woman in her forties is standing in the doorway. She is dressed very properly with a neat updo. She introduced herself as Mrs. Brown, the maidservant of the house.

"Miss Seinfeld, Mr. Duncan wanted to have some late-night snacks. What do you want to eat?"

Late-night snacks... Penelope had a hard time when a full meal was somewhat extravagant for her, let alone having late-night snacks.

"What are they?" she asked curiously.

"Whatever you want, I will try to prepare for you." Mrs. Brown answered with a smile.

"Can I have a Shepherd's pie?"

"Of course. Please go downstairs in half an hour."

"Thank you."

Penelope closed the door and swallowed, feeling a sense of guilt rising from the bottom of her heart.

Asher will not raise her reward. Can she choose to eat more as compensation?

Half an hour later, Penelope went downstairs.

Warren sat in front of a long table, in front of him was also a Shepherd's pie, which seemed ordinary. Penelope greeted him and sat opposite him.

Mrs. Brown brought her a Shepherd's pie, followed by a glass of milk. It looked very delicious.

Warren is holding a fork. His fingers are very slender. Penelope just glanced at him and then withdrew her eyes.

The Shepherd's pie smelt good. At present, it is even more attractive than Warren. She is engrossed in the delicious food.

"Help yourself," Warren said politely. He drew back his chair, got up, and left.

Then he walked past Penelope and went upstairs.

Penelope saw that Warren was already far away. She wore her sweetest smile and asked Mrs. Brown, "May I have one more pie?"

Living with Warren is not as difficult as she expected. She thought that he would test her in every possible way. However, he seemed to have no interest in doing so. He goes off in the early morning, not returning till late at night. On the whole day, they barely meet, which is a great relief for Penelope.

One night, Penelope is drinking some lemonade while watching TV. She saw a familiar face.

"Mrs. Brown, is that Mr. Duncan?" Penelope put down the lemonade and stood up, pointing at the TV, surprised.

Mrs. Brown looked up and said, "Yes, Miss Seinfeld. I heard that Mr. Duncan is attending a signing ceremony today."

Penelope blinked, "Can a signing ceremony be reported on BBC World News?"

Mrs. Brown patiently answered, "I've seen it more than once, it's nothing special."

As a poor person, Penelope felt greatly hurt. She stared at the TV screen. The numbers in the bottom line are like a sparkling gold bar, and her eyes were amazed.

"Three hundred million... I am also struggling with a lack of higher education, why not donate it to me...?" Penelope held the remote control, muttering to herself.