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Chapter 666 - 666 116 Betting Everything The Filial Son Cao Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!_2

666: Chapter 116: Betting Everything, The Filial Son, Cao (Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!)_2 666: Chapter 116: Betting Everything, The Filial Son, Cao (Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!)_2 Cheng, why do you think you have the right?

Actually, Cheng Daqi could answer his question; the only reason for everything is whether one has a heart resilient enough.

Eris obviously lacked that; he couldn’t imagine the struggles and maneuvers CEO Cheng was facing in such a situation.

“If I have to give him an explanation, I can chop off my hand, but Eris, we and they are all human, the fairest thing in the world is that everyone has only one life!”

Desel Eris no longer wanted to trouble his brother, seeing the haggard Eris, he felt bad inside.

“Ha, yes, but there’s no need for us to do that, Desel, this is our best chance.”

The source of Eris’s misery also lay here.

Cheng Daqi, Temir, and Wolf were the best opportunities he could see; each one of these men was formidable, and their youth made him shudder.

The current rulers of America were a bunch of old men, but the future inevitably belonged to Temir, Wolf, and possibly CEO Cheng.

Such a ship was not easy to find.

So Eris chose to bet everything.

In fact, Eris’s response had long been distorted; along the way, the sunk cost he had paid was so high that it deeply influenced his choices.

The best chance?

You mean the one where I might lose my hand at his single word?

Desel didn’t want to listen to Eris’s nonsense.

He took out a knife and handed it to Eris, saying in a muffled voice.

“Come on, the knife is yours, left hand or right hand?”

Eris raised his eyebrows, his tone low.

“Ha, let’s go back to Saint Rodu to do it, then I’ll kneel before him and apologize, and then he’ll probably say I’ve gone too far and misunderstood his intention, you can even go to the hospital for a quick fix.”

“Fak, this shitty world!”

“A chance for great success, Desel, I’m sorry the cost has to be borne by you, but it’s what he asked for.”

“And what about the Chinese?

Doesn’t he have to take responsibility?”

“Ha ha ha, just wait and see.”

—————–

Wolf Dracula woke up again, he had been sleeping poorly recently, very poorly.

It might be partly guilt or perhaps anxiety about the future; in any case, he was always plagued by nightmares.

Getting up from the bed and using the nightstand lamp for light, he groped for his water glass, took a sip, and then let out a long breath.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wolf looked at the clock; it was three in the morning.

He walked out of the room to find the servant at the door dozing off on the couch.

Wolf didn’t want to say anything; he had slept for several hours, but still felt extremely tired.

The night shift guard at the top of the stairs heard footsteps, quickly hid his phone, checked his gun at his waist, and swiftly stood up to check the situation.

“Mr.

Wolf?”

“Yes, gather a few people and go to the hospital to take a look.”

“Yes!”

At the entrance of Dracula Manor’s main building, Wolf, dressed in pajamas, waited for his entourage to get ready.

The cold winter wind wrapped heavily around him, and he felt excellent.

In the past, he was an heir of the Dracula Family, with extraordinary power and status, but never the presence he had now.

Now, this business empire, this prominent family, a service team of hundreds of family members, and a staff team of tens of thousands existed solely for him.

Money can’t buy everything, but with it, he could purchase ninety-nine percent of the things in the world.

Thinking about this, he sighed once again.

“Ah, it’s not enough.”

The security team captain heard Wolf’s words and, somewhat puzzled, asked.

“What’s not enough?”

Wolf laughed dryly and replied.

“Ah, nothing…

I meant the lights aren’t bright enough, I can’t see clearly.”

“Then I’ll have someone contact the design team for you, give you some options, maybe make some minor changes?”

“That would be fine.”

The car stopped at the steps.

Wolf nodded lightly to the sharp security team captain and got in the car and left.

Watching the departing car, the security team captain seemed to have received some significant promise, grinning from ear to ear with a bright demeanor.

With a new king come new ministers; Old Joel was already hanging by a thread, and Wolf had become the definite helmsman of the Dracula Empire.

For those serving the Dracula family, Wolf’s approval meant more than anything.

The Dracula Family was a major biopharmaceutical giant in America and globally.

The publicly traded part of Dracula Biotech alone was worth tens of billions of dollars, not to mention those highly profitable unlisted businesses.

The Dracula Family’s insurance company had even provided custom insurance for LAPD officers and operated many powerful private hospitals—world leaders in organ transplantation.

Therefore, after Old Joel suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, he received the best treatment in their own hospital.

In the middle of the night, the boss’s boss’s boss made a surprise visit, and the hospital director almost flew in from his home.

Fawning, he hovered around Wolf like a loyal lapdog.

In the best private VIP ward, Mr.

Director sent all outsiders away and then reported to Wolf with vigilance.

“Mr.

Dracula’s treatment plan was personally supervised by me.

Following your instructions, we adopted the most conservative treatment approach.

If nothing goes wrong, he’ll never get up again in his lifetime.”

Wolf, looking at the sleeping Old Joel, asked in a low voice.

“No chance of recovery, right?”

The director quickly reassured him with a slap on the chest.

“None, absolutely none!

We only administer saline, glucose, the necessary vitamin supplements, and sedatives every day.

My son-in-law is his attending physician; rest assured, everything is arranged, and no one will know about this!”