4945: C4945 You Guessed It Right but so What

C4945 You Guessed It Right but so What

Thinking of this, Mitchell no longer paid attention to Charlie Rockefeller. He took a detour in front of him and strode forward.

"Elder Mitchell, don't be in such a hurry to leave. You haven't told me the answer yet."

Charlie Rockefeller shouted from behind.

The answer?

Hehe...

An answer my ass.

He had no intention of seizing power. He was simply here to escape.

"Clang..."

Mitchell strode into the study. Then, without saying a word, he pushed open the door of the study and saw that it wasn't anyone else.

It was John Rockefeller, Hank Duru, the leader of the Duru Family, and Morgan Pierre, the head of the JP Morgan Chase Financial Group.

"Phew ~"

At this moment, Mitchell let out a long sigh of relief.

Everyone present had status and status.

They shouldn't be the same as Charlie Rockefeller, right?

But what did he say?

It was beautiful, but the reality was bone-chilling.

Imagine, if Charlie Rockefeller hadn't been ordered by them, how could he have said those words to Mitchell?

Seeing that Mitchell had arrived, the three of them looked at each other. Without any hesitation, they immediately stood up and extended their right hands towards Mitchell.

"Hello, Elder Mitchell. I've long heard of your great name!"

"Elder Mitchell, please take a seat."

"Charlie, don't just stand there. Hurry up and make tea for Elder Mitchell!"

"Oh right, Butler Goodwin as well. Hurry up and bring Butler Goodwin to rest next door."

"Elder Mitchell, I haven't asked if you want to drink tea or coffee yet..."

... ""

Mitchell:???

He looked at the enthusiastic crowd in front of him.

Mitchell froze on the spot.

If it were any other occasion, it would be normal for him to be so welcomed.

After all, he was staring at the Rothschild clan elder's hat, so anyone would have to look up to him.

But it was different now.

The people standing in front of him were Rockefeller, the Duru family, and the leader of the JP Morgan Chase Financial Group.2

Their passion for him seemed to have gone beyond the limit.

This...

This isn't right!

Mitchell had never felt that he had such great face.

The only explanation for throwing aside his face was...

John, Rockefeller, and the others had done it on purpose.

Why did they do it?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mitchell's mind.

He thought of a possibility.

A possibility that terrified him.

John Rockefeller wanted to incite internal strife within the Rothschild family.

Right, that must be the case.

Guderwin had been sent by Alman to monitor him. This definitely couldn't escape the eyes of John Rockefeller, this old thing.

Therefore, he decided to play a trick on Guderwin and let Guderwin report it to Arman so that Arman and him could fight at a fast speed.

And once they fought, the entire Rothschild family would fall into internal strife.

Thinking of this, Mitchell's body began to shake violently.

Despicable!

John, Rockefeller, this old thing, was simply too vicious!

"Old John, you don't need to pretend to be warm to me. I have already seen through you!"

Mitchell stared at John, Rockefeller, and said word by word, "You want to incite internal strife within the Rothschild family? Let me tell you, this is impossible!"

"I, Mitchell, have never thought of fighting for the position of the head of the Rothschild family!"

Was he seen through?

John Rockefeller was slightly stunned, but after a moment, a smile appeared on his face again.

So what if he had been seen through?

In any case, Goodwin was not here.

He didn't hear what Mitchell said either.

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