Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Roadblock_1

The matter of the business alliance suddenly piqued Julius Reed’s interest.

With the Radcliffe Group being half-dead, Quella Radcliffe toiled day and night without much profit. It would be better to find an opportunity to take on the business alliance project and push Quella Radcliffe to the chairman position.

It wouldn’t let down the reputation of the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Furthermore, without clarifying the treachery of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, he wouldn’t be able to reveal his identity.

People from Deep Cold wanted him dead, and so did the Boulevard League.

Not to mention the bunch of young masters and misses in the capital, none of whom wanted him to live comfortably.

In this world, one must have money.

In the face of money, even the Ridge Family, who had always benefited from Julius Reed’s kindness, had evil thoughts, let alone others.

At present, the business alliance might not make too much money, but once such a large alliance gets promoted and branches out nationwide, it could mean astronomical figures.

At that time, holding the key to the treasury, he could do whatever he wanted.

Julius Reed was very clear that Quella Radcliffe was exceptionally strong in business and that working within the Radcliffe Group was simply a waste of her talent.

He could also tell that Quella Radcliffe, a career woman, had always wanted to prove herself, prove that she was worthy of Julius Reed, and was working tirelessly day and night.

What could be more fitting than the business alliance?

Wasn’t it just about voting? Could Bran Cook outcompete him?

“What are you thinking about?” When Quella Radcliffe saw Julius Reed looking somewhat lost in thought, she quickly nudged him.

She had originally been filled with frustration at today’s banquet but Julius Reed’s appearance had suddenly lifted her spirits.

Especially after watching Bran Cook be embarrassed in public, Quella Radcliffe felt extremely gratified.

“I’m thinking, when did you become so proactive!” Julius Reed said to Quella Radcliffe with a mischievous smile.

“Pfft! It’s not like you…”

At this, Quella Radcliffe’s pretty face turned red, and she quickly turned away.

She naturally knew what Julius Reed was referring to. Although her kiss had been impulsive, after all, he was her husband, and a kiss was no big deal.

Over this period, her feelings for Julius Reed had already changed.

“Hey! Can you two not be so lovey-dovey!” Anna Harris grumbled from behind.

Today, she had aggressively slapped Julius Reed, but before she could feel good about it, she was kicked to the ground.

She felt incredibly wronged!

Now with Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed being all sweet together, she decided to be the third wheel to get back at Julius Reed for that kick!

“Anna Harris, your acting was explosive today! When I start a film company, I’ll make you the lead actress. I guarantee you’ll become famous overnight,” Julius Reed said, remembering how flawlessly Anna Harris had cooperated at the banquet and praising her all over again.

He almost believed it himself at the time.

If it hadn’t been for his vow to stay away from women for a thousand years.

“You mean it! Then I’m not leaving. I’ll wait for you to make me famous,” Anna Harris huffed and moved closer to Quella Radcliffe, “You didn’t get the loan, and that Liu guy still wants to mess with you. What are you going to do?”

Quella Radcliffe attended today’s banquet intending to borrow money.

Little did she expect Bran Cook to be so self-righteous and attempt to take advantage when she was down.

Now she had neither secured the loan nor had she offended someone.

“Your husband is so rich, ask him for it!” Anna Harris poked Quella Radcliffe on the side.

She was very clear about Julius Reed being wealthy.

Flying in helicopters and flirting everywhere hardly seemed the behavior of someone short on cash.

But the Radcliffe Group was in the midst of a financial crisis and needed a huge amount of money.

“Where would I get the money from? I’m living off my wife, waiting for her to support me.” Julius Reed laughed and joked, Quella Radcliffe was very proud, borrowing money behind his back, not wanting to be just a pretty face.

If he took out money now, Quella Radcliffe would be even more unhappy.

He definitely needed to help, but could only do so as an unseen benefactor behind the scenes.

“Pfft! Your wife is having such a hard time, and you still have the mood to talk nonsense.” Anna Harris gave Julius Reed a disdainful glance.

Because of the company’s issues, Quella Radcliffe hadn’t been sleeping well lately.

Dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes.

“Kid, you sure know how to live it up, surrounded by beauties – damn, you’re lucky!”

Just then, a voice cursing came from the woods on both sides of the road, followed by a dozen or so people straggling out.

“What are you doing! I’m calling the police and shouting for help!” Anna Harris instinctively took out her phone, about to make a call.

But an employee, quick on his feet, walked over, snatched Anna Harris’s iPhone 8, and smashed it hard on the ground.

As if worried it wasn’t broken, he stomped on it again!

“Everyone stay put! Or don’t blame me for not being nice!”

Aaron Martin stood in the center of the crowd, with a wooden stick on his shoulder and a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey! Don’t be scared, what are you calling the police for? These are my friends, you’re getting all worked up for nothing.” Julius Reed spoke up, trying to comfort Anna Harris.

“Your friends…” Anna Harris stood there, looking at her shattered phone, obviously heartbroken.

“Yeah, my friends! Brother Aaron Martin and I get along very well. What you’re seeing is an illusion.”

Julius Reed looked at Aaron Martin with a smile and said, “Right?”

As soon as these words were out, even Quella Radcliffe looked at Julius Reed with a strange expression.

How could they not know?

“Boss, what’s going on?” Aaron Martin’s employees looked at Julius Reed, asking their own boss with confusion.

The two nearly came to blows at a banquet, and now they were here to deal with this Amos Davenport guy, so how did they suddenly become friends?

“Bullshit! I’ve got an irreconcilable feud with you! You dare to screw me over in front of Aron Jackson; I’m going to rip that filthy mouth of yours today!” Aaron Martin spat fiercely on the ground: “Ptui! You, of all people, want to be friends with me? Only if the sun rises from the west!”

He hated Julius Reed so much, he felt an itch in his teeth.

If Aron Jackson had believed the slander just now, his whole future would have been ruined.

Aaron Martin was clear in his mind that the only reason Bran Cook was willing to lend him money was because of his influence under Aron Jackson.

If he were to be driven out by Aron Jackson, who would even give him a second glance?

Probably even a garbage-scavenging old man would dare to hit him with a tricycle!

“Guys, let’s give him a good beating!” Aaron Martin commanded with the wooden stick in hand, and his employees rolled up their sleeves, moving closer to Julius Reed and the others.

“What do we do?” Seeing the thugs approaching, Anna Harris instinctively tightened her grip on Julius Reed’s clothes: “Can you fight them off?”

Asked such a question, Julius Reed shrugged and said, “Can’t beat them, but I have an idea that could prevent my wife from getting hit.”

“What idea?” Anna Harris asked in a low voice, keeping an eye on the approaching ruffians.

She even overlooked the fact that Julius Reed said “my wife,” not “you and my wife.”

“Hey!”

Without heeding her words, Julius Reed called out to Aaron Martin: “How about I give you my ex-girlfriend, and you let me and my current girlfriend go, is that a deal?”

“Go to hell, you scumbag!”

‘Thump!’ Anna Harris’s kick missed, losing her balance and falling to the ground.