Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1409 Ruth Sentenced to Life

Fake 'Celine' escaped, Braylon was disposed of, the previous lesson, all bear in mind, for Celine's

matter naturally do not dare to have any more slack.

Fear of a careless, head are falling to the ground.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

"Don't worry, matriarch, my subordinates will do their best."

"Please rest assured, Patriarch!"

......

said a few experts guarding the courtyard.

Chaya stood in the courtyard, looking at Celine who stumbled to the living room, closing the door and

isolating her view, she sighed helplessly and instructed the men again, "Keep an eye on the young

master all day, don't let her live lightly."

She was also young enough to know that a blow that was too big could have left a shadow on her

heart, and once she couldn't think, she would go to extremes.

"Yes, don't worry, patriarch."

The crowd said in unison.

Without saying anything else, Chaya turned around and walked out of the courtyard, got in her car and © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

left.

When she returned to the Great Hall of Government, Marble Temple Secretary Truman had already

come over and was waiting for her in the Great Hall of Government.

"Mr. Truman is here."

Chaya walked in with her cane, greeted Truman, and asked, "Come on, let's go meet Prince Richards

now. That guy is tough, and this time is determined to screw us Obren. once our Obren is annexed by

Motril, you have to remember that there will be no room for you and me here. This time, we can have

an alliance."

She laughed, and there was a bit of helplessness in her laughter.

In Obren, for hundreds of years, the Marble Temple Secretary can not see the Obren patriarch, the

patriarch also despise the Marble Temple Secretary, the two live in disgust.

Now, for the sake of the whole Obren and unanimity, it is necessary to make the same enemy and

become allies.

"Obren encountered an unprecedented crisis, and I was bound to step forward."

"Well, that makes sense, I just appreciate your nature. Hahahahaha ......"

"Go to the infirmary."

Without much ado, Truman turned around and walked towards the outside, Chaya pinned her cane and

the two went over together.

Infirmary, in the ward.

William was lying on the hospital bed, looking coldly at Richards on the side, with a gloomy face,

without speaking.

Richards knew William was in a bad mood, so he had to tell the truth, "I know you resent me in your

heart, but William, don't worry, this shot is all for you to help me take. After I return to Motril, I will talk to

my father and give you a compensation."

Motril is one of the most powerful countries in the world, with a large land mass.

William's great favor will help Motril, and if he reports it to King Motril, he will certainly give a great

reward.

"We have been brothers for many years, what do I need and what do I not need, would you not know?"

William's tone is slightly cold, the bones of Richards' disappointment.

"Well, well, I was wrong, this prince was wrong, I apologize to you."

Richards shrugged somewhat helplessly and sat down on his hospital bed, saying patiently, "Now that

it's happened, I sincerely apologize to you. Now, you tell me what you need, as long as you ask,

anything I will promise you."

After all, it really is not a good thing to take advantage of one's best buddies, and Richards does have a

lot of self-recrimination in his heart.

"What I, William, want I have already gotten by myself."

William lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling, and said with contempt.

A sentence choked Richards dumb, "Then you are talking nonsense, how do you let me answer? How

about this, you contribute a lot to Motril, if you assist us to take Obren, then the mining rights of Obren's

mineral resources, all to you, how about that?"

This is the biggest piece of big fat, rich as hell.

At the word, William's gloomy handsome face gradually had a slight change, he then inclined his head

and looked at Richards.

The two men looked at each other for a moment and he gave a 'hmm', "Deal."

"Hahahahaha ......"

As long as William agrees, it means that he is willing to forgive him.

Richards couldn't help but tilt his head and laugh, "You, you, are still so old-fashioned and calculating."

"I call that a legitimate interest."

" Treachery is treachery, and when it comes out of your mouth it changes the flavor."

"I am nothing compared to your treachery."

William snorted lightly.

Richards smile gradually tightened, thinking that he had to trouble William about the back degree, he

said to Richards, "You and I still need to combine our efforts to deal with that old thing Chaya now. You

should know that woman is not that easy to deal with."

Knock Knock-

While Richards and William were talking, they suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

The two men looked at each other, Richards got up and walked out of the room, crossed the small

living room outside the room, pulled open the door outside and saw Chaya and Truman standing

outside.

Richards' face instantly chilled a few degrees, and his azure pupils swept the two men, "What are you

doing over here?"

"Prince Richards, I came here with Mr. Truman to visit Mr. William."

Chaya smilingly said, a wave of the hand, a side of the entourage carrying a pile of nutrition, "know that

Mr. William was injured, specially brought a little something over, to talk about the feelings."

"Not rare!"

Richards doesn't give Chaya any face at all as he blocks the doorway, not at all comfortable with

people coming in.

This attitude of his, really let Chaya some helpless, can only look to the side of the Truman, cast a look

of help.

Truman suit, forty years old, Truman is proud, head held high, full of aura, "Prince Richards, I only met

with you a few times, how come you are so hostile to me? If this matter is spread out, I'm afraid

outsiders will also say that you Richards scorned me a Marble Temple Secretary."

Stimulating method, very effective.

Richards bristled and finally pulled the door open, "Come on in."

Now that Truman has spoken, what else can he do?

Chaya and Truman both walked in and the entourage placed a pile of nourishment all over the living

room, a pile that took up a third of the living room.

The three were seated and the maid walked out of the living room and closed the door.

"What is the business of the patriarch and Mr. Truman coming over today?"

Richards sat on the single sofa, legs folded, hands on the single sofa armrest, chin slightly raised, a

condescending attitude, "I Richards like people who have something to say, don't open your mouth if

you're grumbling."

"Good!"

Truman a pat on the leg, a bright smile, "I like Prince Richards such a quick person. William and

Theresa's matter we Obren deep apologies, in order to make up for Obren's fault, I discussed with the

patriarch, in Obren and Motril boundary area that all the oil handed over to the Motril ah, to apologize,

how?"

In order to break Richards want to revenge Obren's idea, Chaya and Truman two people after

discussion decided to make the biggest concession, is to give Motril an oil field on the border between

the two countries.

But only to give away oil, not to cede land.