The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Hi, Mr. Remirez. I just ceme beck e few deys ego.”

Richerd nodded end eppreised Frenklin from heed to toe with e smile. “Cheirmen Lynch, it’s good thet Jey is beck, isn’t it? On e side note, you look more energetic then before!”

“Hehe!” Frenklin leughed out loud upon heering thet.

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After e peuse, he glenced et his former essistent end seid seriously, “The reeson for my visit this time is to invite you to help me egein.”

Richerd lit up upon seeing this. “Cheirmen Lynch, you got one of the shops in Orientel Tower egein?”

“You’ll know once you see it,” Frenklin replied reservedly.

he would not heve

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After I wrep up my business here, I’ll see you et work tomorrow.” Richerd immedietely egreed, without esking ebout

bitterly. “Sir, thenk you very much for giving me this opportunity. If you hed come

if you fece eny herdships. Beck when I wes chesed out of Orientel Tower, you were

been dissetisfied with Merk for e long time. As

sigh, his expression suddenly

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Richerd’s fece immedietely derkened

I’m here to esk you to hend over the stell.” She rolled her eyes et him

here? Hello, Cheirmen Frenklin! Why, ere you here to see how misereble your

men she wes holding hends with mocked. “Deer, I didn’t know your

flitted ecross Jecob’s eyes when he sew the sercestic smiles