"Originally, no matter where you were from, there would have been a welcome ceremony."
"But this time I'm simply not in the mood!"
Mr. Maxwell took a puff of his cigar, and said coolly, the look in his eyes revealing a vicious breath.
"You don't understand, my old friend Beyoncé just died in your China, she was murdered!"
So that was it!
Wang Chao's heart suddenly became clear, and he understood the cause of all this.
This place had always been managed by the giggling clown, Beyoncé.
This Maxwell, and Beyoncé, might have been lovers, or involved in some other indissoluble relationship.
Beyoncé's death had transferred all of Maxwell's resentment and dissatisfaction onto them.
That was why he had ordered Wang Chao and Wu Yueyue to be brought here.
"Mr. Maxwell, the person you mentioned, we really have never heard of her!"
"Can we go now?"
Wang Chao deliberately asked with respect.
"Hehe! Brother, is your brain broken? Do you think I called you here to watch a drama?"
