After Mavi placed his order, the chefs and servants swiftly retreated like a receding tide, busy preparing his dinner.
At that moment, a beautiful Russian maid with golden hair and blue eyes approached Mavi, holding a baby bottle in her hand.
She wore a black dress along with sexy black lace stockings, her face adorned with a charming smile as she walked toward him. She was tall and slender, her long, shapely legs looking incredibly alluring beneath the stockings.
"Young Master Mavi, it's time for you to feed Winnie," the maid said with a sweet smile, offering him the warm bottle of milk she had just prepared.
"Winnie? Who's that?" Due to some memory loss after his reincarnation, Mavi couldn't immediately recall who "Winnie" was. Judging by the name, it sounded like a female. Could it be his daughter?
The maid hesitated slightly, then explained with a hint of doubt, "Young Master, Winnie is the little polar bear you bought two days ago! Have you already forgotten?"
"A little polar bear? Oh, right!" Mavi looked at the Russian maid and reached out to take the bottle from her hand.
Winnie, the polar bear, was just two months old and still in her nursing phase. Since he wanted to build a bond with her, Mavi personally fed her whenever he had the time.
The maid led Mavi to the room where the little polar bear was kept. The spacious room was not only exquisitely decorated but also fully equipped with everything the bear needed: a small bed for sleeping, plush toys for playtime, and even her own private bathroom.
As soon as Mavi stepped into the room with the milk bottle, Winnie, who had been lying on the bed, immediately lifted her little head and excitedly trotted toward him, making soft, affectionate noises.
"Come drink your milk," Mavi said, shaking the bottle slightly before bending down and scooping the little bear into his arms.
At just two months old, Winnie was already quite large. Her fluffy white fur made her look like a round ball of snow. With her adorable, clumsy manner, she pawed at Mavi's clothes, her big, round black eyes fixed on the milk bottle.
As soon as the nipple of the bottle reached her mouth, she eagerly latched on and began sucking with gusto.
Watching the little polar bear contentedly drinking milk in his arms, Mavi shook his head with a smile. He couldn't help but think that this bear was living a better life than most people—staying in such a comfortable room with 24/7 care.
After feeding his beloved pet, Mavi stretched lazily, preparing to head to the living room for dinner. However, just as he turned to leave, a well-fed Winnie, reluctant to part from him, wobbled after him, following closely at his heels.
The blonde maid walking beside him maintained her ever-charming smile. Mavi glanced at her and then gestured toward Winnie. "Take her back to her room."
"Yes, Young Master Mavi," the maid obediently nodded before gently bending down to scoop up the little polar bear from the floor.
The maid's name was Anfeya. She was 17 years old. If Mavi recalled correctly, Anfeya had been forced to drop out of school to support her family after her father fell seriously ill, exhausting their savings. She had been working here for about a week now.
However, over the past few days, Mavi had been busy with other matters in Moscow. It wasn't until today that he finally had time to return to the estate—and have some fun by blowing up luxury cars with an RPG.
Watching Anfeya gracefully carry Winnie away, Mavi strolled into the living room, waiting for the maids to bring out the exquisite French cuisine prepared by the chef.
"Young Master, this is freshly prepared Saint-Jacques scallops. Please enjoy," a maid announced as she brought in a steaming plate of plump, juicy scallops. This was a classic French appetizer, also known as an hors d'oeuvre.
The scallops had been specially flown in from the Saint-Jacques region of France at great expense—just to please Mavi.
Meanwhile, the butler, Ivan, retrieved a bottle of 1992 Romanée-Conti red wine from the estate's underground cellar. With great care, he uncorked the bottle, then poured the wine into a decanter, allowing its fragrance to fully develop while separating any sediments.
Enjoying the impeccable service around him, Mavi couldn't help but think how incredible it was to live as a wealthy man! A bottle of Romanée-Conti worth thousands of dollars, paired with delicious, succulent Saint-Jacques scallops, mouthwatering seared foie gras, exquisitely prepared French lamb chops, and a fragrant, perfectly cooked French steak.
Everything felt like a dream! He couldn't resist pinching himself.
"Ouch…" Feeling the pain in his thigh, Mavi confirmed that this was, indeed, real. He lifted the wine glass filled by the butler and took a small sip.
There was no doubt—Romanée-Conti, one of the top ten wine brands in the world, was truly exceptional. Even as an amateur, Mavi could taste the rich, full-bodied flavors unfolding in layers across his palate.
After finishing his delightful dinner, Mavi returned to his room and powered on his laptop. In the year 2000, most computers still ran on Windows XP or Windows 2000, and boot-up times were frustratingly slow.
He waited patiently as the browser finally opened, then began researching information about American internet companies. If his memory was correct, March 2000 was right around the peak of the dot-com bubble.
By mid-March, many internet company stocks would experience their first round of crash-like declines. Numerous speculative, overvalued companies would be weeded out.
Mavi glanced at the date on his computer: March 3, 2000, 7:35 PM.
He then instructed a servant to summon the butler, Ivan, and gave him an order. "Ivan, send someone to get in touch with Amazon in the U.S."
"Amazon? What for, Young Master?" Ivan was slightly taken aback, unsure why Mavi suddenly wanted to contact an American company.
"Investment," Mavi replied as he navigated to the Nasdaq stock market page. The composite index had closed at 4,856 points on March 3, just 192 points shy of its peak at 5,048.
"Understood, Young Master. I will send someone to make the arrangements immediately." Although Ivan didn't understand Mavi's intention behind investing in an American company, as a loyal butler, he would execute any command with absolute precision.
After taking care of this business matter, Mavi stretched again, ready to take a bath and relax.
Just as he was about to do so, a graceful figure entered his room with elegant movements. "Young Master Mavi, it's getting late. Would you like me to prepare a hot bath for you?"