Paris, Saint Peter's Hospital, ICU ward.
"Bokassa, how's it going on your end? Are you ready?"
"Everything's set? Good, then we'll proceed with the plan tomorrow!"
"I want the whole world to know that Ye Huan is a coward who can't protect his own woman, and I want him to be humiliated to death!"
Brandon growled viciously, then abruptly ended the call.
Beside him, Ye Ming eagerly and excitedly asked, "Brother, everything's OK over there?"
"All set!"
Brandon sneered, "Tomorrow, we'll tarnish Ye Huan's reputation and humiliate him utterly!"
"Then… what about us tomorrow?"
"After midnight tonight, we'll fly directly to the Rothschild private island to prevent Ye Huan from retaliating!"
Brandon chuckled wickedly, "Once we win over the first Prince Consort the day after tomorrow, even if Ye Huan had the guts of eighteen men, he wouldn't dare retaliate against us."
"Haha, perfect!"
