"The underworld, huh..." Sarah Scott tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Of course I'm a little scared, but in this world, black and white are all mixed up—who can really tell them apart? President Baker is involved with the underworld, it's not like we don't know, but we still joined him anyway."

Christopher Carter was taken aback, staring at her intently, his gaze a bit sharp.

In this world, is the line between black and white really not so clear?

Brian Baker shook his head and sighed lightly. "Old Nine, you've dealt with all sorts of people, but not much with legitimate industries. To be honest, the circle that has the most overlap with the underworld is actually the entertainment industry. Strictly speaking, how many companies can really be completely free of underworld connections? More or less, they're all involved to some extent. Those young girls might not understand, but how could Sarah not?"

Christopher Carter lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded. "Sometimes, when people from the film and TV industry come to my turf, they know exactly how to pay their respects and protection fees. I never thought much of it, just figured they were savvy. But now that you mention it, the fact that they know exactly who to approach is itself suspicious. So everyone has a tacit understanding."

"Exactly. Especially when some peers force actresses to shoot things they shouldn't—it's pretty common." Brian Baker glanced at Sarah Scott with a meaningful look.

Sarah Scott smiled slightly, but her smile was a bit stiff. Christopher Carter glanced at her but said nothing.

Sarah Scott sighed, lowered her head and took a sip of wine, then suddenly said, "President Baker, do you like me?"

Brian Baker laughed. "At our age, isn't that a childish thing to say?"

Sarah Scott nodded, very serious. "Whether you like me or not, if President Baker could marry me, I actually think it would be nice to date you. After all, I'm over thirty and want to get married, and your conditions are quite good."

Brian Baker was stunned for a moment, then smiled and sighed. "Yeah, after all, you're a woman in your thirties too." He paused, then added, "If we hadn't been exposed today, maybe I would have said some sweet words and really dated you for a few years. But since we were exposed, there's no point in continuing. Still, Sarah, I think you have a bright future in the entertainment industry, and I don't want to fall out with you. I'm not some idiot thinking with my dick. Let's just pretend nothing happened today."

Sarah Scott responded with an "mm," resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the expressionless Christopher Carter, and she suddenly asked, "Mr. Carter, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-six."

Sarah Scott sighed. "So young..."

Brian Baker and Christopher Carter exchanged a glance and both burst out laughing. Brian Baker said, "What? Trying to sow discord between us brothers?"

Sarah Scott replied coolly, "You're joking, boss. You don't really like me anyway, surely you have more composure than that?"

Brian Baker laughed. "Alright, alright, you wouldn't really fall for my brother, would you?"

Sarah Scott smiled elegantly. "Why not? Mr. Carter is really manly, looks just like my type, and we seem to have some fate. If President Baker doesn't mind, I really would like to get to know Mr. Carter better."

"..." The two brothers were dumbfounded again.

In just half an hour, these two underworld bosses had already been turned into fools by this woman—twice.

After a long while, Brian Baker finally smiled with a strange expression. "Alright, if you can really get my brother to marry you, that would be a wonderful thing."

Christopher Carter said helplessly, "Sixth Brother, stop joking."

Brian Baker patted him on the shoulder. "It's about time to settle down, Old Nine. You can't spend your whole life fooling around with women. There's nothing wrong with dating—just treat it like a blind date, no pressure."

Christopher Carter couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, aren't you being a bit too generous?"

Brian Baker was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Old Eight is dead."

Christopher Carter was startled and looked up at Brian Baker.

"Old Eight is dead, and it was so sudden. Any day now, it could be me, or you." Brian Baker stood up, pressing his hand on his shoulder. "There will never be a shortage of women to play with, but dating with marriage in mind—now that's something you haven't experienced. You should try it. That way, if you end up like Old Eight one day, at least you won't have regrets."

Christopher Carter pressed his lips together and didn't answer.

Brian Baker continued, "The situation with us nine brothers... heh... If you two really end up together, you, Old Clark, will be one of my people, and that's worth more than gold. But Sarah... you'd better be joking. If you really want to be with someone like us, you have to be ready to be a widow."

After saying that, Brian Baker strode away. Christopher Carter silently watched his back, and only after a long, long time did he sigh. "Sarah XI, you've achieved your goal. You can go now. I won't see you out."

Sarah Scott shook her head. "You think I'm just using you?"

Christopher Carter said coldly, "Aren't you?"

"No." Sarah Scott said seriously, "We... could give it a try."

"But I don't want to." Christopher Carter said coldly, "I'm not interested in marriage."

Sarah Scott rested her chin in her hand with interest. "Why not? Twenty-six isn't that young, you know."

"Haven't you heard what your President Baker said? We could die at any time. Getting married would only hurt someone."

"That's pretty exciting, isn't it?"