With Rashid watching, Lin Chu put his arm around the woman and danced with her to the melodious party music.
She wore a sexy evening gown that showed off her impressive cleavage.
However, even for a beauty, her Central Asian features didn't quite match his aesthetic preferences.
'An eight out of ten, at most. Not a point more.'
'These days, for a woman to truly catch my eye, she basically has to be a perfect ten.'
'Or have some other special quality.'
After the dance, Lin Chu politely excused himself.
The woman sensed his distraction and didn't press the matter. She just smiled and moved on to her next target.
As for Lin Chu...
'High-society parties... there's nothing "high-society" about them.'
'It's just a different venue for hitting on people and talking business.'
He'd long since seen through the illusion of it all.
'Back at the party at Jackie Chan's house, I still wanted to show off a little, to make my presence known. Now, I can't even be bothered to do that.'
