5029: C5029 Steady I Still Have a Trump Card

C5029 Steady I Still Have a Trump Card

On the contrary, Blake only had endless hatred for Alman.

If not for Arman, he would still be the elder of the Rothschild clan!

He would still have a high position and enjoy everyone's courtesy.

He wouldn't be like now, with nothing.

Was he willing?

Blake was definitely unwilling!

If possible, he wished that he could "change the dynasty" right now.

"Hey, Mitchell..."

When he picked up the phone, Blake subconsciously opened his mouth to speak.

However, before he could finish, Mitchell interrupted him.

"Blake, I want to talk to you about a business deal."

Mitchell said.

It's here!

Blake narrowed his eyes.

Even if Mitchell didn't say anything, Blake could roughly guess the purpose of Mitchell's call.

After failing to join hands with Oman, Mitchell either resigned himself to his fate or chose the only way to join hands with him!

"What business?"

Of course, even though he had guessed it, Blake did not intend to say it out loud.

He wanted to wait for Mitchell to speak first.

The reason was very simple. In negotiations, whoever wanted to speak would lose the initiative.

Of course, Mitchell knew this as well.

But he was too lazy to argue with Blake now.

He didn't care now!

He only wanted to join forces with Blake to push Alman down, and then let himself return to the Rothschild family.

To the current Mitchell, whoever had the initiative was no longer important.

"Phew ~"

Mitchell let out a long breath and said in a deep voice, "Blake, I know that you are equally unwilling to see Alman deprive you of your position as elder."

"How about this, let's work together and push Alman down."

"What do you think?"

Indeed!

Michelle's call this time was indeed like this!2

Although he already had some guesses in his heart.

But when his own ears got confirmation from Mitchell's mouth, Blake was still quite shocked.

But very quickly, Blake came back to his senses.

"Mitchell, as far as I know, your alliance with Oman has already failed."

"How much strength do you think you have left to deal with Oman?" Blake asked with a smile.

Uh...

At this moment, Mitchell fell silent.

After cooperating with Oman, his subordinates scattered and left.

How much strength did he have left to deal with Oman?

Less!

Very little!

Although Mitchell did not want to admit it, he had to admit that the power he could use was extremely weak.

To put it bluntly, he was currently at the weakest point in his life, even less than when he was young.

However, he still had other 'companions'.

"Hu ~"

Mitchell let out a long breath and said, "Blake, you're right. I don't have many forces within the clan that I can use."

But don't forget, I still have forces outside of the Rothschild family.

Outside of the Rothschild family?

Hearing this, Blake's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Good fellow!

Could it be that this fellow, Mitchell, had cultivated some sort of power outside?

Blake's little heart suddenly jumped up to his throat.

But, even so, Blake still had a carefree expression on his face." Oh? Tell me about it."

"John, Rockefeller, Hank Duru, Morgan Pierre!"

These people can help me.

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