My Cold and Beautiful Wife Chapter 756

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0756Located in a beautiful sea, a luxury yacht with dozens of bikini clad beauties with different skin and hair was mooring around.
On the top deck, there was a man in beach pants, with black curly hair and a big belly. He held a blonde beauty in one hand and flirted with her.
"Abu Zai!" The man shouted, "My lunch isn't ready yet!? I'm going crazy from hunger! "
Not long after, a tall and skinny man wearing a white chef uniform and chef hat walked up onto the deck. The man had a curled beard, and his face was thin and his hands and feet were very long.In his hand was a particularly large silver plate. The heavy plate seemed light in his hand.
"Your Royal Highness, Prince Rashid, here is your lamb chop with caviar and your white truffle mushroom soup." Abu Dhayi respectfully placed the plate down and opened the lid.A tempting fragrance drifted out, and even the beauty in Rashid's embrace swallowed her saliva.
"Oh, Abu Zhai, your culinary skills always make me so excited, it's the right thing to ask you to be my chef." Prince Rashid laughed, picked up his knife and fork, and began to enjoy his delicacies.
Abu Zhayi took out a satellite phone and said, "Your Royal Highness, there is something I have to trouble you with."
"What is it?" Prince Rashid wondered."Please call your father, Chief Hassan, and tell him two things," Abu Dhabi said flatly.
"Huh?" Rashid had a puzzled look on his face. "Say that again?"
Abu Dhayi said: "Please call Chief Hassan and tell him that the old man was released within half an hour and that the Dragon Knights had to cease fighting."
"Hey!" Abu Zhayi! " Prince Rashid suddenly stood up and cursed, "Who the hell do you think you are!? No matter what you're saying, you dare to command me!? What right do you have to make me call my royal father!? "
Abu Zhayi did not move. He simply picked up his collar and spoke into a button shaped communicator, "Let's begin!"
Not long after he finished speaking, dozens of steel ropes sprang up from all sides of the yacht. After the hooks on the ropes grabbed onto the edges of the yacht, dozens of ferocious soldiers wearing underwater equipment climbed onto the yacht!"Tutututututututututu!" … …
The few soldiers who came first took care of the bodyguards in the corners with their guns, and the whole yacht was taken over in an instant!
The whole incident had occurred in less than half a minute, and everyone on the boat was dumbfounded!
Only when the women playing by the pool saw the blood and screamed did Prince Rashid realize the gravity of the situation!
"Ah …" Abu Zai! You. What exactly did you do!? " Prince Rashid roared.
"Your Royal Highness, you are the first successor to the throne of the Emirate. If you die, your four brothers will be greatly taken advantage of. I think you definitely wouldn't want this to happen …" Abu Dhabi said.Prince Rashid's face was unsettled. He knew that he had gained complete control of the black clothed amphibious army that was standing in all directions.
"Who the hell are you people!?" Raseed asked.Abu Zhayi respectfully tapped his chest with one hand, facing the distant sea and sky, and said, "Divine-Wrath!"
It took three seconds for Rashid to react, and his face immediately turned ashen. "You are!?" For. Why would you be my chef on my ship!? "
"Of course, it's because you appreciate my dishes and have recruited me," Abu Dhabi said.
"But... But the question is, how could you be a chef!? " Rashid was about to go crazy.Abu Zai said matter-of-factly, "Our king leads us to freedom. We are free to do whatever we want. I like to cook. Don't you like what I cook?"
"Oh... "Damn it!" Rashid completely lost his temper, gnashing his teeth as he reached out his hand. "Give me the phone. I want to speak to my Royal Father!"
"Remember, there are only twenty-five minutes left …"
… ….It was a medieval castle in the Orchid Lands. Although it looked extremely ancient on the outside, it was surprisingly luxurious inside.
In an elegant and refined office, a handsome man with neatly combed blond hair was playing a violin.The melodious sound of the zither drifted out of the window, stopping the birds in the forest.
"Mr. Brandon! I have something to report! " A hungry old man in a tuxedo walked into the office.
Brandon stopped playing and turned around with a frown. "What's the matter, Bob? Don't you know that I hate people who disturb my playing the most?"
"Please redeem yourself, sir. The family has issued an emergency order for you to be dealt with within half an hour!" Bob explained."Oh? What did my grandfather say? " Brandon's face turned serious. His grandfather was the current head of the Rothschild Family.
Bob gave Brandon a telegram tied with a red string, which had not been abandoned in this family that respected certain traditions.
When Brandon opened the telegram and read it, his expression froze.
"This... "How is this possible …"
Bob was concerned. "Mr. Brandon, what's the matter?"
"Europe, North America, South America, East Asia, and even Africa have all encountered problems …" Brandon frowned.
When Bob heard this, he turned pale with fright. "How can that be? Everything is going well, but why is there a problem with the entire world's business?"
"Because there are 'believers' of some guy all over the world... "They're just a motley crowd, trying to annoy us on purpose …" Brandon clenched his fists.
Bob was just a housekeeper, but he knew that if anything happened to the business network around the world, no matter how rich the Rothschilds were, they would still suffer heavy losses.
Even though the clan wouldn't fall, as a businessman, if one was able to avoid losses, it was certain that they had to avoid it. Thus, they had to weigh the pros and cons.
"What does that have to do with you, Mr. Brandon?" Bob asked curiously.
"You don't need to ask, go out, I need to make a phone call." Brandon slumped down.
Bob didn't dare to say anything else and left the study.Brandon picked up the phone and dialed a number. "General Robert, we seem to have underestimated our opponent. Lucifer has been calling him retired for the past few years, but he's actually playing chess all over the world in secret …"
Robert sighed, "You're the seventh member to call me. It looks like I don't need to continue answering the phone. Miss Barbara's actions were too radical. We made a mistake …"
"Haha …" Brandon smiled bitterly, "It seems that I am not the worst. In that case, General Robert, ask Olendo to stop, Lucifer …" Indeed, the reason why he was able to survive until now was not because of luck … " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)
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