Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 392
Watching Quella Radcliffe’s receding figure, Bran Cook muttered to himself, “She really is a stubborn woman. Even changing her mind to marry me has to be done in such an aggressive manner.”
He believed his speculation, that Quella Radcliffe proposed this marriage because she was out of options and wanted to save the Radcliffe Group.
The method might be a bit forceful, but the thought of such a woman made Bran Cook’s heart flutter.
Previously, everyone had been criticising and insulting Quella Radcliffe, but now those voices had disappeared.
No one is a fool; if Bran Cook marries Quella Radcliffe, then they would be family in the future.
To ridicule Quella Radcliffe now would just be making things difficult for oneself.
Negotiating with the Willson Group?
Everyone knew it was just a front.
An utterly impossible thing, the success rate was zero!
But knowing things without pointing them out, many began to congratulate Bran Cook, “Young Master Cook, achieving your heart’s desire to win the beauty, truly a cause for celebration!”
“When will the wedding be? I will definitely attend!”
“Congratulations to Young Master Cook!”
The venue that was originally meant for discussing business alliances quickly turned into a den of sycophants showering Bran Cook with praise.
And Bran Cook was quite pleased, but did not show it, instead he said, “Don’t talk like that, everyone. What if Quella Radcliffe really does make it happen? Wouldn’t that be a slap in the face for you?”
Although he said that, he was very clear in his heart that there was no room for change in this matter!
“Brother, what are you thinking? Sending your own wife away?”
Yasser Davenport looked at Julius Reed somewhat unhappily and snorted before turning his head to the side.
“Brother, when did I ever send my wife away?”
Julius Reed looked at Yasser Davenport with a smile, thinking this honest fatty was still a good person, and he was willing to lend a hand if there was a chance.
“The Willson Group clearly has no sincerity. By letting Quella Radcliffe negotiate, aren’t you just making her marry Bran Cook?”
Angered, Yasser Davenport said bluntly, “Don’t be fooled by Bran Cook’s gentlemanly facade; he’s not a good person at all!”
“Brother, you’re wrong about that. I’m sending Quella Radcliffe over because it can definitely happen!”
Julius Reed patted his shoulder and smiled, “Relax, I’ve slept with the boss’s wife of the Willson Group. Once she whispers in her husband’s ear, it’s sure to work out.”
Hearing this, Yasser Davenport’s eyes widened: “Brother, you’re not joking?”
If that was true, it would be a massive coup!
But Yasser Davenport still felt that it sounded boastful.
These days, everyone knew that the boss of the Willson Group was mysterious, to the point that no one had even seen him until now.
Sleeping with his wife? That seemed challenging!
“It’s true!”
Julius Reed said earnestly, “I swear to heaven, if I lie, I’ll step in dog poop the moment I leave the house!”
After all, he was the boss of the Willson Group, and Quella Radcliffe was his wife.
There was no problem claiming he had been with the wife of the Willson Group’s boss.
It made complete sense!
“Holy shit! A true player! How did you manage it?”
Yasser Davenport, who had just been solemn and full of resentment, now lit up with excitement, looking like a lecherous fatty.
Indeed, when men talk about certain topics, they can become best buddies in an instant.
“I’m a kept man! As a kept man, I naturally have the skills required. You think it’s easy to live off a woman?”
As Julius Reed spoke, he pretended to touch his waist and then winced painfully.
Seeing his expression, Yasser Davenport immediately abandoned the thought.
“You rock, I don’t.”
His face turned red, as if something dawned on him.
As the entrepreneurs at the club were busy congratulating Bran Cook, Quella Radcliffe nervously approached the Maybach.
She knew Julius Reed had some connection with the Willson Group, but in the face of such a significant matter, would it really be useful?
This wasn’t a decision one person could make alone. Last night, Bran Cook had called over the general manager of the Willson Group, a position of such importance, yet the talks had still fallen through.
Could the friend of Julius Reed’s friend’s friend truly be effective?
But since she was here already, she chose to trust Julius Reed.
This man had brought her countless surprises, and she hoped this time would be no different.
With a nervous heart, Quella Radcliffe opened the car door and sat in the back seat of the Maybach.
“Name, company name, you only have three…”
On the computer screen, the general manager’s assistant had just looked up when the words at her lips suddenly came to a halt.
“Quella Radcliffe, Radcliffe Group…”
“Hold on!”
The man’s face underwent a drastic change as he hurriedly stood up.
“No, give me a chance! I can do it…”
But before Quella Radcliffe could finish her sentence, the man had vanished from the screen.
“Ah!”
Quella Radcliffe sighed, she hadn’t even spoken yet, and it was over.
She thought about it, and it made sense—the Radcliffe Group, a company on the brink of bankruptcy, who would care?
Now, they wouldn’t even bother with her and just walked away.
“I’d rather die than marry Bran Cook!”
Quella Radcliffe suddenly became very cold and turned to get out of the car.
“Miss Radcliffe!”
But at that moment, a voice came through the computer screen.
Thinking she was hallucinating, Quella Radcliffe gave a wry smile, then opened the car door to leave.
“Miss Radcliffe!”
The voice came again.
This time,
Quella Radcliffe was sure she hadn’t misheard!
There was indeed a voice coming from the computer screen.
She hurried back inside the car and saw that the screen now showed a middle-aged man.
The man was breathing heavily, sweat on his forehead; he had clearly run over.
“You…”
Before Quella Radcliffe could finish asking, the man hastily began to speak.
“Let me introduce myself first!”
The middle-aged man took a sip of water, still panting as he spoke: “I am a director at Willson Group, in charge of market marketing and business development. My name is Vernon Ridge, and I’m pleased to meet you!”
“A director?”
Upon hearing this, Quella Radcliffe’s heart suddenly leapt into her throat.
Previously, Bran Cook knew the general manager of Willson Group, and he was only received by a minor general manager’s assistant.
Why was it that when it came to her, they switched to a director?
Moreover, it seemed that the assistant from before was quite arrogant, but when it came to the director, he was remarkably polite.
“Hello? Director Ridge…”
Quella Radcliffe tried hard to calm herself, and began to gather her thoughts, pondering how to persuade this director.
“Just call me Lake,”
Vernon Ridge chuckled amiably.
“Director Ridge… let’s talk about the business issue…”
Quella Radcliffe was utterly dumbfounded, her mind a complete blank.
This couldn’t be a dream, could it?
If it weren’t for the video call, she would have wanted to slap herself.
But quietly, she pinched herself, and it was quite painful.
This was real, not a dream.
“You say it, I’m listening.”
Vernon Ridge took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“About the matter of this business alliance…”
At that point, Quella Radcliffe froze.
Overwhelmed with nerves, she forgot everything she wanted to say.
She hated herself, for not seizing such a great opportunity.
In the eyes of the person on the other end, she probably lost quite a few points!
“Very well! Let’s do it this way, I represent the Willson Group, and we decide to join the business alliance. In five minutes, my secretary will bring the contract to your club, pleased to do business with you.”
After Vernon Ridge finished speaking, the video call was disconnected.
