658: Chapter 114: Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru, Soloist Wolf_2 658: Chapter 114: Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru, Soloist Wolf_2 Wolf glanced at his phone and said soothingly as he looked up.
“Okay, Mr.
Wolf.”
Still baffled, Eris left, and Wolf lowered his head again.
Looking at the empty chat window on his phone, there were seven or eight ssages from Wolf, none of which CEO Cheng had replied to.
At this mont, the Vice President of the California Republican Party felt like he was a one-man show—when it ca to clowns, everyone at Sun Circus combined wasn’t a match for him!
Eris had left, but Wolf’s personal assistant heard everything clearly; Wolf seed to transform into a master of desk tidying, and he even started singing the beautiful tunes of street hip-hop.
“Co in and tidy up!”
The rage inside Wolf was so intense, he felt he had been played, and he couldn’t believe that Cheng Daqi and Temir would pull such a stunt.
On what grounds?
You both act like you’re ready to break the net in a confrontation with , and then you end up trapping .
But did you ever consider that I could flip the table too?
After the secretary had tidied up the desk, they left, and Wolf dialed Temir’s number.
“You’ve set up!”
“What?”
“Cheng ran off, and you did too, pretending to help connect with other families.
You and your damn lover just wait; this isn’t over yet!”
The black-haired wealthy lady wasn’t known for her patience either.
She had been exhausted the past couple of days, working hard for Wolf and even getting cursed by him; she had no desire to put up with it.
“Shabi!
Giorgio, co here, there’s a shabi you should et.”
“Who is it?”
“Wolf, the one whose brains aren’t as big as an ass’s!”
Wolf knew who Giorgio was, and he was sowhat flustered.
Could it be that Temir really went to set up Dracula’s entry into the establishnt faction of the Republican Party for him?
“Mi’er, you must respect everyone’s personal choice, I’m also GAY, OK?”
Giorgio’s mousy voice ca through once again, with Mi’er hurriedly apologizing.
“Sorry, I was just impatient, Giorgio.”
Seeing that Mi’er’s attitude was good, Giorgio didn’t persist.
Taking the black-haired wealthy lady’s phone, he spoke to Wolf in a sugary tone.
“Mr.
Wolf, hello, long-ti no see.”
Mr.
Wolf, the new head of the Dracula Family, had a face like a dazzling rainbow as he replied with difficulty.
“You all go about your business, Giorgio.
We can get a drink soti when you’re in Saint Rodu, I’ve got to handle sothing here, gotta go.”
Giorgio, thinking of Wolf’s well-built muscles, licked his lips in anticipation and said.
“I’m free tomorrow, we could…
Mi’er, he just hung up on .
Is he not giving face?”
“Hah, I told you he’s a shabi.”
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At Saint Rodu’s Ci Yin Hospital, Steven lay in a VIP private room, sticking his butt in the air as he watched a short video.
What’s up with Forbes?
Just like Forbes needs rest when injured, he needs short videos to kill the boredom.
Today, he even ca across plenty of internet celebrities from MAS, and he didn’t hold back from liking and following them.
“Bang!”
The door burst open and Steven quickly turned off his phone, clutching the wound on his butt and wailing.
“Ouch, my butt, my butt…”
Gru, followed by his subordinates, approached Steven’s bed and mockingly said while watching this clown-like Forbes.
“What are you pretending for?
You arranged for soone to shoot at yourself the other night.”
They say Gru’s a miracle worker for a reason, just by speaking he managed to heal Steven’s butt.
His butt stopped hurting and he stopped yelling.
Looking back over his shoulder and seeing Gru with a few n crowding around his bed, Steven felt even more afraid of Gru than before.
This man is truly outrageous!
“What are you looking at?
A car was trailing you that night, an Audi that followed you for so long, and you weren’t the least bit worried, playing out a drama as if to orchestrate a scene.
You’ve got so nerve.”
“Steven, we’ve almost finished the investigation.
How about you take a trip to LAPD?”
One of Gru’s n was exceptionally diligent and imdiately got ready.
With Lisa back at the company, Gru realized Cheng Daqi must be hiding from the storm.
With CEO Cheng safe and sound, he felt a great weight lifted from his heart.
Therefore, the LAPD leader decided to continue shaking up the little Forbes who ca from Missouri with a taste of the West Coast.
Shot, huh?
Staged it yourself, huh?
Co on, let’s go.
LAPD welcos you!
He personally led the team to apply pressure on Steven, wanting him to spill more beans so Chief Gru could gather more leverage—or at least what he thought was leverage.
“Gru, what are you talking about?
Criminals attacked Forbes that night, what do you an I staged it myself!
Moreover, I’m one of Forbes’ guys; you LAPD don’t have jurisdiction, you’d better disappear right now!”
Gru smirked, tilting his chin slightly, and his followers rushed up to drag Steven off the bed.
“Fak, don’t touch , ahh~ I’m really hurt!”
Watching Steven being restrained, Chief Gru showed a toothy grin.
“You dare to fight ?”
“I have witnesses; that night there was a special operation at one of the LAPD precincts, they received intel from an informant that a group of drug dealers would be making a deal under the bridge where you got attacked, so they braved the pouring rain to stake out there for three hours.”
“Steven, your staging was too clumsy.
Not to ntion the conveniently minor shoulder wound, how did the thugs in that Audi manage to shoot you in the butt?”
“What, does Forbes drive with his face down, butt up in the air?”
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