My American magical life
Chapter 645 - 645 110 Take a Big Dump on His Face!_5

645: Chapter 110: Take a Big Dump on His Face!_5 645: Chapter 110: Take a Big Dump on His Face!_5 And Eris was his campaign office director, who had done plenty for him.

He considered seeking reconciliation with Achilles, but then what?

Then he might never have to think about entering politics again in this lifetime, and the inheritance rights within the family could get blown to pieces by CEO Cheng and Temir, the mad couple—when Eris came knocking to take a dump, Wolf immediately understood it was Cheng Daqi and Temir who had instigated this.

“Did Chan tell you anything else, like what I need to do?”

Wolf Dracula looked at Eris with dissatisfaction and asked.

“Huh?

I don’t know any Chan, Mr.

Wolf, who are you talking about?”

Eris played dumb so convincingly that Wolf nearly turned green.

Wasn’t it you who told me, when you brought that interesting new immigrant over?

You’re born, that Chan is even more born, and so is Temir.

You three must have decided to set me up!

“Alright, you can go.

I’ll ask Forbes about it for you.”

Wolf waved his hand in disgust, shooing away Eris, the beast.

Then, he opened his phone and sent a message to CEO Cheng.

Wolf: !?

What does this mean

Cheng: [Address], come quickly, there’s a thirty-pound rat here.

“Hahaha, you are too bad, Chan.”

In the back seat of Mushang’s car, Mi’er looked at the message on the screen and laughed until her stomach hurt.

Cheng Daqi did have a sense of humor, still teasing Wolf at this hour—CEO Cheng was too composed.

“Didn’t you raise a few capybaras?

Let him broaden his horizons, no problem there.”

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At Mi’er’s manor villa, Wolf still came, obviously not to see the giant rat.

With a dark face, Wolf felt he had indeed broadened his horizons by knowing Cheng Daqi—he never imagined someone could be so shameless.

He invested money in CEO Cheng’s LCE, helped CEO Cheng to get Cort into politics, and then what?

Cheng Daqi stuffed people to set him up, used women to set him up, and came up with various schemes to set him up, the three of them plotting against him!

Is this person even human?

To hell with your thirty pounds of rat!

Riel scanned Wolf expressionlessly, ensuring he wasn’t carrying any bugs for eavesdropping.

The month of January in Saint Rodu was already cold, but Riel wore only a tight black long-sleeve sports top—let’s just say the contours were taut.

Looking at Riel’s sexy muscles, Wolf’s mind started to wander, not previously aware that Riel was so sexy.

“Hi, nice weather today, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, let’s go inside.”

Riel indifferently patted Wolf’s butt, causing Wolf to shiver, but when he turned his back to Riel, the corners of his mouth curled up in a slight smile.

Chan, you set me up, right?

Sooner or later, I’m going to get your bodyguard!

Both gays thought the other was passive, Riel felt somewhat unsatisfied and regretful, while Wolf was filled with anticipation.

It must be said, Mr.

Wolf Dracula was indeed extraordinary.

“Chan, long time no see, I heard there was a multiple homicide in Saint Rodu recently, I thought you were dead.

I’m so happy to see you’re still alive, hahaha.”

“You’re talking about the soccer incident in front of ABC, right, Mr.

Wolf?

That seemed to be done by your campaign office director Eris, didn’t you know?

Ah, Eris, with a name like that he must be a mafia boss, a shady broker, a psychopath killer.

How could you hire such a person as your campaign director?

Such a pity.”

Wolf was sickened by CEO Cheng’s shamelessness; he asked through gritted teeth, sporting a sardonically forced smile.

“Hahaha, Chan, you really have a sense of humor.

Where’s the thirty-pound rat?

You’re not one of those despicable, lying little men, a fraudster raised by a bitch, right?”

Cheng Daqi walked over to the window, yelling down below.

“Lights, turn on the lights, the lights by the pool!”

Faced with the spiteful and continually insinuating Wolf, CEO Cheng decided to show him the ropes.

The servants at Mi’er’s manor villa turned on the lights; watching those chubby capybaras, Wolf’s face distorted even more.

He thought CEO Cheng and Mi’er, the mad couple, were outrageous enough for television.

Who in their right mind would actually keep a thirty-pound rat in their house?

“Wolf, I also have peacocks and alpacas.

Do you want to see them?

It might be more convenient if we go down.”

Mi’er said with a grin.

She really did have quite a few animals, all interesting or pretty ones, and Wolf could look to his heart’s content if he wanted to.

“It’s all good, the Dracula Family is so wealthy, you can keep more when you inherit the family estate at seventy, even open a zoo then, and see anything you want.”

CEO Cheng’s jab was precise—I wish you inherit billions at seventy and start a splendid life.

Of course, that was nonsense since Joel wasn’t going to be presiding over meetings with tubes attached.

“Chan, what are you saying, Wolf will be able to inherit the family position by sixty at most, a whole ten years earlier than seventy!”

The wealthy brunette continued the jab, both of them slapping Wolf’s face repeatedly, making Wolf completely lose control of his facial expressions; his complexion was marvelous.

Wolf wanted to speak, but Cheng preempted again.

“Ah, I’m really envious of you, Mr.

Wolf, with so many beloved brothers, over a hundred of them.

When you take over as the family head at sixty, you’ll have a bunch of strong, young brothers to help you with family businesses, so enviable.”

“Goose…

Goose …

umm, don’t look at me, I just thought of something hilarious.”

Mi’er couldn’t hold it in any longer; she thought Cheng Daqi was just too funny, like a stand-up comedy act.

After being slapped repeatedly by a man and a woman, Wolf’s face turned red, the super-wealthy heir flushed with warmth.