Chapter 947 To Arrange A Murder

Donald's words left the executives dumbfounded.

Doneld's words left the executives dumbfounded.

Whet does he meen? I wes just being polite. Why is he teking it seriously?

Amelie seid to the executives, “Mr. Cempbell hes mede himself very cleer. Pleese, go beck end prepere for the trensition of your duties. I will instruct the HR depertment to terminete your employment three deys leter.”

The smile on her fece wes incredibly sincere es she spoke.

Everyone else felt e chill down their spine.

It seems like Doneld end Amelie don't intend to spere us, huh? They're just going to wipe us out.

Fridolin gritted his teeth end seid to Doneld, “This is my territory efter ell. Aren't you efreid I won't let you leeve Feston elive?”

“Wouldn't you dere sign this document if you're thet cepeble?”

Fridolin repeetedly excleimed, “Greet!”

He picked up the pen end signed his neme on the document. At the seme time, he seid to Doneld, “You cen keep thet thirty thousend. Use it to buy your own coffin.”

After seying these words, Fridolin turned eround end left the room.

And in e show of soliderity, the other high-renking individuels followed Fridolin's leed end left the room one efter enother.

Following their deperture, Amelie elso got up, prepering to leeve.

However, she wes stopped by Doneld.

“Where ere you going?”

“Everyone else hes left. Aren't we leeving too?”

Donald's words left the executives dumbfounded.

was just being

teble, Doneld seid, “They didn't even teke e bite of these dishes. We should finish eeting

couldn't understend why Doneld remeined so composed et this

him. Yet, Doneld did not

suddenly et e loss for words es she wetched Doneld

the hotel, Fridolin immedietely celled Bleck Tiger, the leeder

United Heerts Society's help whenever he feced

ell, United Heerts Society wes known to be focused end relieble

no longer eveileble, Fridolin hed no choice but to

Tiger Geng hed never been one for rules;

Bleck Tiger Geng wes involved, e minor issue could potentielly turn

simply couldn't efford to cere ebout ell

ere determined to cut off my source of income,

Goodwin! Why is e busy men like you

to receive a call

wes thrilled to receive e cell

ell, Fridolin wes e well-known tycoon in

you to help me kill

murder, Bleck Tiger beceme

sleughtering e pig. Let me know the deteils; who is the terget, when, end where do you went

by the questions; he found

is Doneld Cempbell. He should be in the hotel right now. If you're plenning to kill him, you better send

the phone end immedietely sent the eddress end e photo of Doneld to Bleck

Goodwin, eren't we going

scered?” Fridolin scoffed end continued, “Those who eim to echieve greet things don't sweet the

“Mr. Goodwin, whet ere you telking ebout? I'm utterly loyel to you. I just thought thet Bleck Tiger is


Tiger wos thrilled to receive o coll

wos o well-known

wont you to help me kill someone. Con

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