My American magical life
Chapter 647 - 647 111 Achilles So that's how you want to play it_2

647: Chapter 111 Achilles: So that’s how you want to play it?_2 647: Chapter 111 Achilles: So that’s how you want to play it?_2 After hearing CEO Cheng’s extreme plan for manipulation, Wolf took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse.

“Can we really do this, isn’t Eris too sensitive now?”

Wolf was aware of Cheng Daqi’s calculations; Eris was seen as his man in the eyes of outsiders.

Letting Eris kill Joel, CEO Cheng had behaved despicably, but Wolf had no choice; he could only proceed according to CEO Cheng’s wishes.

Frankly, after Cheng Daqi confronted Temir tonight, he had three choices.

Choose one, Wolf had too many options!

The first was to reconcile with Achilles now, kill Cheng Mi later, and take over the family at an opportune time—for him, the sooner Old Joel died, the better.

Cheng Daqi wouldn’t act, but he would.

After all, the points Mi’er and CEO Cheng had mocked him for were true; he couldn’t afford to wait until he was seventy to take power.

With so many accidents over decades and so many brothers, who knew what could happen.

But this option was a dead end, first, Eris had really screwed up big time, second, Achilles was even less reliable than CEO Cheng—at least CEO Cheng wanted less and was less greedy, and third, CEO Cheng was too smart.

If he opposed CEO Cheng, Wolf could only fight quickly, making it easy for CEO Cheng to take him down.

The second choice was to join forces with CEO Cheng and Mi’er now.

Coalition under threat was something Wolf disliked, but for now, he had to choose it—temporarily.

The third was to choose neither and be an ostrich, but then his career would be over.

He hadn’t gained any benefits yet, and his father, one of the most wicked people on earth, might even target him.

How was he supposed to choose?

Why was Wolf so upset today, so angry that he splashed wine on Temir’s face?

Because Cheng Daqi’s move clearly displayed utter disregard for Wolf’s goodwill.

Everyone can recall how Wolf treated CEO Cheng—just look at LCE and Cort.

And CEO Cheng?

Facing a setback, CEO Cheng didn’t seek help but instead pulled Wolf down to join him in shouting “help.”

In Wolf’s eyes, wasn’t Cheng Daqi acting like a born schemer?

“…Old Joel is in such good health, we should find him a few more.

When it’s time for the investigation, there will be plenty to examine.

The waters are deep in Saint Rodu, and Eris is strong; didn’t Forbes fall into his hands?”

“Yes, Chief Gru is quite decent, hahaha.”

Wolf favored Chief Gru, knowing that he and CEO Cheng had a good relationship—CEO Cheng’s strategy relying on informational advantages had eventually paid off.

Wolf didn’t know the real relationship between Cheng Daqi and Gru; he didn’t know before, and he didn’t know now, but CEO Cheng didn’t deny it, instead, he diverted the topic along the lines of Wolf’s thinking.

“Mr.

Wolf, we might have a misunderstanding today, but Mi’er and I are doing this for your sake.

You have to understand.”

What’s considered the ultimate insult?

This is it!

Wolf had a high tolerance, and he said to Mi’er with a smile,

“Ha, yes, Mi’er, sorry about that, I was too agitated just now.”

Temir: “….”

She didn’t want to speak anymore.

She had been indifferent to Wolf from the start, but today she had completely witnessed the remarkable presence of Wolf Dracula.

You’re impressive, but you still fall short of my boy.

Chan is the real winner, and that’s enough.

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“I need to leave for a while, borrowing Sandi’s plane to meet some people.

Chan, make sure to bring more bodyguards whenever you go out.”

By encouraging Wolf to kill his father, the goal was to bring the Dracula Family into the core circles of the Republican Party establishment.

The real winner wasn’t Cheng Daqi; it was Mi’er.

But she couldn’t just straightforwardly make things happen; she was going to be very busy for the next while.

“Yes, I’m concerned about OC’s entry into China; you should pay more attention to it.

I’m very busy right now and don’t have much energy to help you manage.”

Mi’er rolled her eyes.

CEO Cheng had a way with people; he had become the invisible CEO of the multi-billion dollar company OC.

OC’s entry into China was not even as much his concern as Mi’er’s.

“Aren’t you worried about your own safety?”

“Ha, this matter is almost over.

Gru will briefly distance himself from us, but he will get close again in the future.

Whether or not Eris is investigated, there won’t be any problems for a while; Gru will control the situation.

This asshole turned on us suddenly, thinking he would cause us big trouble, but he probably doesn’t know that he’s actually giving us an assist.”

CEO Cheng had always been thick-skinned.

Mi’er knew he was just being stubborn, but she didn’t call him out on it, just asking how he liked the outfit she chose.

“I’ve been chatting with you in the dressing room for half an hour.

This is the thirteenth set; let’s settle on this one.

No matter how many times you ask, the thirteenth is the best looking.”

CEO Cheng was numb to it all, but Mi’er wasn’t in a hurry.

She liked spending time with CEO Cheng, even if it meant wasting time, she was happy.

“Then let’s go with this set.

I like these vibrant colors, green, blue, pink; that dwarf Sandi can’t pull it off.”

“Yet you borrowed her plane…”

“That bitch just has a bigger chest, that’s all.

Chan, hers is silicone-filled, mine are natural.”

So you mean you’re self-reliant?

The wealthy black-haired woman loved to drive, always trying to entice CEO Cheng into doing something with her, something he wouldn’t pursue further in conversation.

“How long do you expect it will take to settle this?

I’ll see when Eris can make his move.”

“About a week.

The main direction is easy to resolve, but it’s the future uncertainties I worry about.

Chan, Achilles is not easy to deal with.”

“The Dracula Family’s business has nothing to do with Achilles; this is a win-win cooperation between the financial tycoons.

If he even messes with this, will there be any rules left in America?

Don’t worry; everything is under control.”