A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 1109 Playing Games

The horn of a ship suddenly blasted and when Vinson turned in its direction, a massive vessel with its deck loaded with containers was spotted leaning in toward the shore.

In response to it, Luke remarked, “I’m afraid those trucks that I’ve brought along aren’t quite going to be enough for the job. I may have to go borrow a couple more.”

Trevor was still under the impression that it was his goods that the former was talking about. “You won’t have to trouble yourself. My company has trucks, lots of them. Just let us know when you need them, and I’ll have every bit of material sent over to you directly.”

“That’ll be too much trouble to ask of you. But we can’t wait, you see, as we’ll be needing those trucks right away,” Luke said with a laugh.

Trevor’s eyes fogged over. “Would your construction site be operating overnight? Are your workers going to work at this hour as well?”

Once more, Luke let out a boisterous hoot. “You seem to have misunderstood, Mr. Larson.”

we going to transport my building materials to your worksite?” asked a befuddled

exactly.” Luke purposefully beat about the bush as he pointed toward the large shipping vessel that docked just in front of them. “You’re right to assume

he saw that it was an ocean liner emblazoned with the name of an Epean construction company that was coming

“T-This…”

out the stockpiles and construction materials producers to prevent me from completing my project. Bet you didn’t expect that Mr. Nightshire had no intentions to source materials locally right from the start. Hence, we’ve already had materials created with the most cutting-edge technology shipped from Epea. Not only are they turbulent-proof and flood-resistant, but they are also of excellent quality as well as affordable. As for you,

“W-What?”

Trevor’s face turned

tremendous gratification inside and continued to rub it into Trevor’s face. “Didn’t you say you wanted to lend us some trucks, Mr. Larson? Now you can. Lunch’s on me

way and strode right for Vinson. But before he could get close

his lungs. “Vinson Nightshire! Are you going to pull

dreaded Vinson. His head was in flux as though he had

eyes with his own frigid gaze. All he saw in