Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 82 Shusaku Went to China

Andreas looked at the phone with an air of nonchalance. The die was cast.

Alison and Cecilia smiled at each other. They were confident in Andreas, and they believed in him.

"Well, when we're done with this, we can go back to Beijing," Charlie said with relieve.

"Andreas, answer the phone," Alison said.

Andreas smiled and reached for the phone. "This is Andreas, how's it going?"

A shocked voice spread, "Mr. Sandoval! Something went wrong!"

"What's the matter?" Andreas asked, frowning slightly.

"The Sandoval Group... didn't collapse..." whispered the man. The smile froze on Andreas's face.

"What did you say?" Andreas's face looked murderously cold.

"HT Group was on the verge of acquiring the Sandoval Group when suddenly, the Sandoval Group got

much capital and started fighting back in the stock market..." His voice trembled. "So far, the Sandoval

Group is buying back shares like crazy, and it seems that they have plenty of money."

"That's impossible!" Andreas retorted and looked sullen. "I've already told everyone not to help the

Sandoval Group... They are out on their own. How can they raise any money!?"

"Mr. Andreas, you can watch the news for yourself. The Sandoval Group is fighting back hard. The

momentum is very strong," said the man on the other end of the phone.

"I see..." Andreas was shaking. His arm holding the phone was also shaking uncontrollably.

And then Andreas put the phone down, his deep eyes full of viciousness!

"How's it going?" asked Alison. Charlie looked hopeful.

"It failed..." Andreas spoke slowly and meaningfully.

"What? How could that be? Shouldn't we win? The Sandoval Group is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Everyone could defeat them!" Alison and Cecilia exclaimed, looking puzzled.

"Shut up." Andreas barked coldly, and his face grotesquely twisted.

"Max Kirk..." Suddenly, Andreas's eyes twinkled, revealing a terrifying look and he slowly let out a cry!

Inside the mansion, the music filled the elegant room, but with a clear cup crack sound, the cheerful

atmosphere was spoiled!

"Fifty billion is gone!" Charlie clenched his teeth. This 50 billion was the family's money. If the family

knew about it, they would bother about it!

If that happened, the status of Charlie and Andreas in the family would plummet!

Charlie borrowed fifty billion from the family because Andreas was confident that he could make more

money out of the ports and airports, but now... The fifty billion was gone. They couldn't earn any profit.

Andreas thought of Maxwell's smile in the CEO's office and understood what had happened.

"Call one sword style of Imperial Capital for me!" Andreas said coldly, his tone containing the horror of

fierceness!

***

A middle-aged man sat on tatami mats at a dojo in Japan.

A young woman, twisting her graceful waist, made tea for the middle-aged man.

"Eijiro has disappeared for several days. Before he left, he said he was going to practice in different

places. Since then, we haven't heard of any news about him. Is it possible that something happened to

him?" The middle-aged man sipped the tea and muttered to himself.

"Eijiro is a superb swordsman. He is the best of one sword style in Imperial Capital. Even if he just took

a sword before he left, it is by no means comparable to ordinary swordsman." Middle-aged man felt

relieved as he was thinking like this.

All of a sudden! A few figures rushed in!

"My Lord, someone in China sent a message that the little master was assassinated in China and

died."

The middle-aged man widened his eyes. There were coldness and viciousness in his eyes.

"The sick man of Asia!" The middle-aged man suddenly got up and walked out, "Go to China now. The

Sick Man of East Asia dares to be so rampant to kill Eijiro!"

"It is time to remind them of their fears of being dominated by the Greater East Asian Empire..." The

middle-aged man set out a foot. The brick on the door cracked opened! The ground cracked after his

every step. Everything was stunned by middle-aged man's strength!

His men were paid highly respect to the man because the middle-aged man's identity was notable!

No one could have imagined that the matter would provoke him to target at China!

***

In the president's office, Greta and Harriet were busy working and discussing some problems. They

seemed to be completely immersed in their work and completely forget Maxwell.

Maxwell sat on the leather couch, feeling frustrating. Greta didn't speak to him all afternoon.

All of a sudden, Maxwell's phone rang. Maxwell took it out and saw the name "Isadora" on the screen.

The long-haired beauty in black lace and a sexy outfit appeared in his mind. If Maxwell hadn't had a

good control of himself, he would have been enchanted by Isadora.

Fortunately, with gorgeous women like Greta, Maxwell had developed some immunity to beautiful

women.

Maxwell was about to open the door and leave his office to answer Isadora's phone when a voice

came, "You can't go out."

"Ms. Greta, I'm having a phone call and I don't want to disturb you at work," Maxwell smiled.

"If you want to have a phone call, just answer the phone here. No one is watching you." Harriet blinked

her beautiful eyes and wore a charming smile.

Maxwell was speechless... How dared he have a phone call with Isadora in front of them?

What if Isadora asked him out to a hotel this time, wasn't he missing out on a great opportunity?

That was a wonderful girl. How could he miss the chance!

"It's just a phone call. I just don't answer it." Maxwell hung up the phone, sat down on the couch, and

felt like he was on pins and needles. No matter what he did, there were two pairs of eyes staring at

him.

***

At the end of the day, Greta stared at the stock price on the computer screen and breathed a sigh of

relief. "HT Group should not have much money left. The Sandoval Group is finally out of crisis," Greta

said.

Harriet nodded. "HT Group is spending almost 50 or 60 billion, and they're not getting any revenue. It's

a huge blow to them."

"Not necessarily," Maxwell said suddenly. Greta and Harriet both looked at him.

"Fifty billion is a huge blow to HT Group... But what if it's not HT Group money?" asked Maxwell.

"What do you mean?" Greta looked confused.

"I think that since there is someone behind HT Group, there is a good chance that the money is not

coming from HT Group, but from those who are behind it," Maxwell said meaningfully.

"If this is the case, then the forces behind HT Group are by no means ordinary people," Harriet said

with a grave look. "To use fifty billion to deal with the Sandoval Group. They are absolutely not short of

money, but in China, many wealthy families can hardly do it..."

"The Sandoval Group is in big trouble..." Maxwell let out a sound.

Greta nodded. Suddenly, her delicate face turned cold, her beautiful eyes fixed on Maxwell,

questioning, "Who allowed you to sit there?"

"I..." Maxwell was stunned. He was regretful that he didn't sit on the couch!

'Stand there." Harriet snapped.

"All right." Maxwell stood up in anguish.

"Let's go home." The Sandoval Group was out of the crisis, which made Greta in a good mood, but she

looked tired.

Twenty-four hours in the crisis, she had used so many connections and tried numerous ideas. She was

so tired now.

She just wanted to relax now.

And right now, the Ocean City business community was like experiencing an earthquake! The news

about the Sandoval Group and HT Group went viral!

In the past two days, the Financial Times had been dominated by the Sandoval Group and HT Group.

The two groups had fought with each other. The Sandoval Group was at the back of the pack from the

very beginning and was under the pressure of HT Group. All predicted that they were not optimistic

about the Sandoval Group, believing that HT Group was trying to swallow the Sandoval Group with

premeditated intention.

Today, the Sandoval Group surprised everyone. Everything had turned over and the Sandoval Group NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

fought back crazily!

Crowds of people gathered outside the Sandoval Tower.

Luxury cars from all over Ocean City parked outside the Tower. Rich families and young businessmen

all came to Sandoval Tower, asking to see Greta and Derrick, and every member of the board.

When the Sandoval Group was in crisis, many of them were warned by Mr. Andreas not to intervene,

and some of them wanted to hit them when the Sandoval Group was down.

Even the Sandoval Group, a behemoth, was in need of help. What was the use if they helped it?

But today, the stock price of the Sandoval Group rose, slapping hard in their face!

The Sandoval Group was still the king of Ocean City. No one could threaten them.

HT Group, losing ground, had lost all its arrogance.

They finally realized that they had offended Greta and Derrick by hanging up while Greta called them

for help!

Now they regretted it and wanted to make friends with them again.

But did it work?

On this day, the board of directors of the Sandoval Group issued a notice that all the senior executives

should not interact with any dignities!

The Sandoval Group was shocked to hear the news. No one had expected that the gentle Sandoval

Group would issue such a strict and eccentric order!

***

International Airport of Ocean City.

A luxury plane landed slowly and the cabin opened. A middle-aged man stepped out, with a strong

fierce aura!

Under the dark sunglasses, there was a pair of vicious and vicious eyes!

Behind the middle-aged man followed a group of tall men, each of who emitted an ferocious aura!

Countless passengers scared back to avoid these terrible men.

"The sick man of Asia!" The middle-aged man said lightly with contempt!