Baby Alliance: Helping Daddy Get A Rich Mommy

Chapter 368 Negotiation

Once again, Pierre returned to Satan’s turf through the night, and he knew that he would come. In the dimly-lit room, only the light from the man’s cigar kept flickering. When Pierre walked in, Satan was seated on the couch, smoking his cigar idly.

“I didn’t think that we would meet again so soon,” Satan said, opening his arms as though he was welcoming an old friend.

Although they weren’t old friends, they had been acquainted for a long time. Pierre was responsible for weapons development in his base while Satan had been trying ways and means to acquire the weapons from his hands. For many years, they had been pitting their wits and courage against each other.

“Where’s my son?” Pierre asked straightaway. There was no point to have any excess chit-chat with him since they both knew what was on the other party’s mind.

“Your son is in my hands, but what do you have in exchange for him?” Satan asked with a sly smirk.

Seeing that there was another single-seater couch, Pierre plopped himself on it and asked instead, “What do you want in exchange for him?”

opponents, they could only guess what the other

TR300, has just completed its upgrade to a new version. It has a further range and is more accurate, the most developed of

snorted. “Looks like you’re very well-informed. Why?

finger, Satan said, “No one can be compared to

what Satan wanted was

one. But if Pierre pledged his alliance with him, it was as good as owning

eyes at Satan, Pierre didn’t imagine that he was actually so ambitious. “Have

head, waiting for his

bite more than you can chew,” he sneered. “Aren’t you afraid of overstuffing

course he knew what Pierre meant; the more ambitious a person was, the more he had to pay and take greater risks. He was already leading a life so brutal that just one wrong

want to agree to my term, and it’s my business if I can swallow this bite. I don’t wish to chat unnecessarily with you, General Fowler. If you’re willing to work for me, then I’ll return your son to you safe and sound. But if you’re not…” he trailed off. Without the need to finish his sentence, they both

man that he was, only death awaited Jameson