Chapter 5001

Rothschild manor, villa area

Oman is sitting on the balcony with great interest and enjoying the sun.

The warm sun shines on his face, making people feel particularly comfortable.

Of course, there are far more comfortable places for Oman.

Now that the Rothschild family is fighting civil strife, Oman sees an opportunity.

Now, Aerman and Mitchell can be regarded as the tip of a needle to wheat.

Aerman directly kicked Mitchell out without saying a word, which is bound to cause Mitchell's fierce resistance.

You know, Mitchell is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

This can be seen from his launching Weiss to put pressure on Aerman.

Although at present, Weiss has not achieved good results.

But Oman didn't think Mitchell would stop.

He will certainly continue to look for opportunities to put pressure on Aerman.

And this is his chance!

Once Mitchell pulled Arman off the horse, it would be equivalent to pulling everyone back to the same starting line again.

Mitchell wants to run for patriarch, but he doesn't want to.

At that time, the three of them are breaking their wrists. Who loses and who wins is not certain.

"Mitchell, you old man must work harder ~"

Oman's mouth was slightly raised and murmured in a low voice.

Oman had a grudge against Mitchell.

Resentment that Mitchell defected and became the last straw to crush the camel.

But now, Oman is eager for Mitchell to be at the top, at the top.

It's best to pull Alman off his horse directly.

"Dong Dong ~"

While Oman was thinking, the door of the villa was suddenly knocked.

"Who?"

Oman responded subconsciously.

"Mr. Oman, it's me, Wes!"

Outside the door, there was Wes's voice.

Wes?

Oman's eyes narrowed at the sound.

Wes, what do you want to do?

Was it Mitchell's assignment?

Don't say, it's really possible.

Others may not know, but Oman knows exactly who Wes is.

Weiss was promoted by Mitchell and can be regarded as Mitchell's serious confidant.

Now, he suddenly came to the door for only one reason.

Mitchell!

Mitchell must have asked him to come.

Having figured this out, Oman's face showed a faint smile.

He must have guessed the purpose of Weston's door.

Cooperation!

Yes, cooperation!

"The door is unlocked. Please come in..."

Oman answered faintly.

"Click ~"

Soon, the door of the villa was pushed open by Wes.

"Where are you, Mr. Oman?"

Soon, there was Wes's voice.

"Upstairs, balcony."

"Dong Dong Dong..."

After a rush of footsteps, Wes stood in front of Oman.

A rocking chair, a book, and a cup of fragrant coffee

Looking at the leisurely Oman in front of him, Wes's eyelids jumped uncontrollably.

How to put it?

Oman in front of me completely interprets two words: leisure!

Yes, it's leisure!

Weiss even had an illusion in his heart that Oman seemed to enjoy his life very much.

Will he work with himself to overthrow Arman?

It's really hard to say.

"Mr. Oman, what a pleasure!"

Wes said with a smile.

"Ha ha..."

Oman didn't answer, but smiled faintly.

The more relaxed he is now, the greater the initiative he will take in the negotiations later.

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