4999: C4999 Cooperation

C4999 Cooperation

Rothschild Manor, Villa District...

Oman was sitting on the balcony, basking in the sun with great interest.

The warm sunlight shone on his face, making him feel exceptionally comfortable.

Of course, the places that made Oman comfortable were far more than that.

Now that the Rothschild family was in a state of internal strife, Oman saw an opportunity.

Now, Oman and Mitchell could be considered to be in sharp opposition.

Without saying a word, Alman kicked Mitchell out of the house. This would definitely incite a fierce resistance from Mitchell.

One had to know that Mitchell was not someone easy to deal with.

This could be seen from the fact that he used Weiss to pressure Arman.

Although from the current situation, Weiss hadn't achieved a very good result.

But Arman didn't think that Mitchell would give up just like that.

He would definitely continue to look for opportunities to pressure Oman.

And this was his chance!

Once Mitchell pulled Arman down from his horse, it would be equivalent to pulling everyone back to the same starting line.

Mitchell wanted to run for the position of clan leader, but how could he not want to?

At that time, the three of them would be arm-wrestling, and it was not certain who would win or lose.

"Mitchell, you old thing, you have to work harder ~"

The corner of Oman's mouth raised slightly as he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Oman had a grudge against Mitchell before.

He hated Mitchell for defecting at the last moment and becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back.

But now, Oman desperately hoped that Mitchell would take the bait a little more.

It would be best if he could pull him off the horse.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

Just as Oman was deep in thought, the door of the villa suddenly rang.

"Who is it?"

Oman subconsciously replied.

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

Weiss' voice came from outside the door.

Weiss?

Hearing the voice, Oman's eyes narrowed.

Weiss suddenly came to visit. What was he trying to do?

Could it be that he was appointed by Mitchell?

Not to mention, it was really possible.

Others might not know, but Oman was very clear about Weiss' identity.

Weiss was personally promoted by Mitchell, and could be considered as Mitchell's true confidant.

There was only one reason for his sudden visit.

Mitchell!

He must have been asked by Mitchell to come.

After figuring this out, a faint smile appeared on Oman's face.

He had already guessed Weiss' purpose for visiting.

Cooperation!

Yes, cooperation!

"The door isn't locked, please come in..."

Oman replied indifferently.

"Kacha ~"

Very quickly, the villa's door was pushed open by Weiss.

"Mr. Oman, where are you?"

Very quickly, Weiss' voice was heard.

"Upstairs, balcony."

"Knock knock knock..."

After a burst of hurried footsteps, Weiss stood in front of Oman.

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

Seeing the leisurely Oman in front of him, Weiss' eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

How should he put it?

The Oman in front of him completely explained two words: leisure!

Yes, leisure!

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

Would he still cooperate with him and overthrow Oman?

It was really hard to say.

"Mr. Oman, you're really in a good mood!"

Weiss said with a smile.2

"Haha..."

Oman didn't respond, only faintly smiling.

The more relaxed he appeared, the more initiative he would have in the negotiations later.

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