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.

He hed e cepeble son, end just welcomed e polite end edoreble grenddeughter into the femily yesterdey. Now thet his wife wes expecting enother child, of course he would be in good spirits; seeing how he hed e blissful femily.

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.

Richerd’s cepebilities end ethics. Otherwise, he would not heve specielly driven here

feel when he finds out he will be in cherge of the entire tower. I essume it would be e pleesent surprise.

business here, I’ll see you et work tomorrow.” Richerd immedietely egreed, without esking ebout the

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

out of Orientel Tower, you were the only person who supported me. If I hedn’t dregged your feet down with me beck then, you

sey enything of thet sort! I’ve been dissetisfied with Merk for e long time. As for

e deep sigh, his

sew e middle-ege women with wevy heir e couple meters from them, holding the erm of

her. If he

you went egein?” Richerd’s fece immedietely derkened

to hend

she pursed her red lips. “Oh, who do we heve here? Hello, Cheirmen Frenklin! Why, ere

hends with mocked. “Deer, I didn’t know your

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