The Pinnacle Of Life

Once he said that, he swung his arm around the sexy massage lady and said, “Come, accompany this old man

to have a good time. After I’m satisfied, I’ll give you a BMW!” The massage lady was obviously elated, and she followed him willingly. Concurrently, his phone rang. He pulled it out, and when he saw who was calling, he said to Fabio, “Talk

about those bastards, and they come, true enough. It’s Azure.” Having said that, he picked up the call. “Nephew Azure… Calling me at this time. What can I do for you?” Azure went straight to the point. “Come to Hell’s Angels for a meeting.”

Jerry snorted.

“Nephew Azure, do you think that you’ve become Thousand Miles’ boss after the death of your

foster father? Come to think of it, do you even know how to manage a business? If Thousand Miles were in

your hands, everyone would be out of a job, going cold and hungry by the end of the month.” Azure was indifferent. “I’m not the boss. Come for the meeting, it is to decide who will be. The meeting will

be in half an hour.

If you don’t attend, we’ll take it that you’ve let go on your own.” Having said what he needed to, Azure hung up the phone. “God d*mn it!” Jerry cursed, then quickly discarded the massage lady and hurriedly said to Fabio, “Old Fab, we’re going to Hell’s Angels for a meeting to decide on the next CEO.” For an event of such importance, it was apparent the two of them would have to participate. They got dressed

a hurry and left

lady that was thrown aside was unwilling to give up like that, and she took hold of Jerry,

“Master Jerry, it won’t be too late to

on the BMW he had promised her. Jerry wasn’t in the best of moods,

clutched her face in her

at Hell’s Angels. The moment they entered, they saw that there weren’t many people there. “Azure, didn’t you say that there would be a meeting

you the only one here?” Jerry asked. Azure replied calmly. “What’s the hurry? We still have an hour

start in half an hour

misheard me. I said one and a half hours. California’s roads are packed. How could

an hour? If that’s the case, weren’t

“Uncle Jerry, Uncle Fabio. Since you’re here, you

cursing up a storm in his

dead for a while. Asking him to accompany the

him like

alive, he treated you both like brothers. Now that he’s