The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO-Chapter 862 - 843: Since When Did I Have a Grandson?

Chanel Group, kicked out?

Upon hearing this, Ye Huan had a playful expression on his face: "Is the news really that well-informed?"

"Of course, just take a look at who my brother is."

Ye Ming looked proud, turned slightly to make room, pointed his hand at the Shangri-La Hotel lobby, and said respectfully, "May I present, heir to one of Europe's eight financial conglomerates, the Flanders Conglomerate—Brandon Flanders!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

A man with a calm expression, dressed in a custom Armani suit and sporting the latest Rolex diamond-encrusted watch, exuding extraordinary style, walked out of the hotel lobby and approached the group.

"Ye Huan, know why you and your wife were left hanging in the Chanel Group lobby for five hours, and not only didn't meet your collaborators but were also kicked out by security?" Ye Ming smiled triumphantly.

"It was your doing?"

Ye Huan asked with a light chuckle.

"Not me, but my brother, Brandon!" Ye Ming remained smug.

"You are Ye Huan?"

At the side, Brandon squinted as he observed Ye Huan: "I heard from Ye Ming that your background and strength are too mysterious, always hidden from others, like a novel protagonist?"

"But how did such a protagonist end up in my hands?"

Brandon mocked with a sarcastic smile: "Does it feel bad to be left hanging in Chanel Group's lobby? Does it feel bad to be kicked out by security? Also, didn't you warn those European companies maliciously attacking Tianyun International over the phone that they'd regret it? How come you've come to France, and they still aren't regretting it? Is it because behind them stands the Flanders Conglomerate, stands me, Brandon? Does this mean I am more like the novel protagonist than you?"

"Don't rush, there will be a day you regret it." Ye Huan shrugged, looking carefree.

"Stubborn to the end."

Brandon sneered and turned his gaze to Liu Tianyun, formally declaring, "Liu Tianyun, our Flanders Conglomerate has decided to formally enter Huaxia after the Rothschild Clan's banquet."

"Your Tianyun International, which is currently gaining momentum, has been chosen by the Flanders Conglomerate as the target to make our mark."

"I can say with certainty that two weeks from now, Tianyun International will lose the Huaxia market and even go bankrupt under the Flanders Conglomerate's siege!"

"You only have one way to break through, which is to cooperate with Chanel Group, use their cosmetics distribution network to flood the Western market with Meiying products and quickly recover funds. Unfortunately, under my arrangement, you will never succeed in negotiating cooperation with them."

"Your Tianyun International is sure to collapse!"

"There's no other possibility!"

Listening to these words, Liu Tianyun couldn't contain her anger, "You..."

She didn't get to finish cursing.

Ye Huan couldn't hold back, snorted, and asked, "What brand of garbage bag are you, to be so full of it?"

Brandon's eyes grew cold: "What, you don't believe what I'm saying?"

Ye Huan raised his brows and said meaningfully, "Believe me, if you're tired of living and intend to take Tianyun International as your target, you'll definitely regret it."

"Haha, then I really want to see who will end up regretting it."

"Just making threats, what's the use?"

"Today at the Chanel Group was the start of your regret! Nobody other than Chanel can save Tianyun International! And as long as I'm here, Chanel Group won't even look your way!"

Brandon said with a cold smile.

"Just wait and see." Ye Huan mocked with a laugh, then turned to Ye Ming, and asked him a question he'd been curious about: "By the way, shouldn't you have been executed by now? How are you still here?"

"All thanks to my good brother, Brandon!"

Ye Ming looked as proud as ever: "I know you're heartless, and you've been hell-bent on wanting to get rid of me, your cousin, for good, not sparing me. So my brain worked, and I got in touch with Dragon Fragrance."

"My brother Brandon is good friends with the Western Dark World's seventh Celestial God—Sun God, so I told Dragon Fragrance if she didn't forgive me and get me bailed out, I'd have Lord Apollo deal with you! When she heard this, she obediently released me, hah!"

Ye Ming laughed wildly.

Ye Huan was perplexed, could it be true?

Would Apollo associate with such a fool?

He took out his phone and sent Apollo a WeChat message.

"Do you know Brandon, the heir to the Flanders Conglomerate, and some Huaxia guy named Ye Ming?"

Apollo replied quickly: "I know Brandon, we were kindergarten classmates, and I beat him up several times back then, even kicked him into a septic tank once. Later, he got scared of me, transferred kindergartens, and we never contacted each other again. That latter Ye Ming, I've never even heard of, what's up?"

"Nothing."

After replying, he put down his phone.

Ye Huan coldly chuckled inside, clearly Brandon and Ye Ming were bluffing and pretending to be wolves with a borrowed power.

At that moment.

"Let's go, don't bother talking to him too much." Beside him, Brandon seemed somewhat impatient, and after speaking, he turned and strode away.

Ye Ming happily followed behind him like a lackey, inwardly thrilled!

Even though Ye Huan didn't show it, he could imagine Ye Huan's feeling of being left in the lobby for five hours and then kicked out.

It must feel incredibly humiliated!

Finally released some pent-up anger!

Brandon, worthy of being the heir to the Flanders Conglomerate!

More protagonist-like than a novel protagonist!

Said to deal with Ye Huan, and successfully did it!

Ye Ming thought so, releasing a pig-like laugh, feeling the resentment from being slapped by Ye Huan previously dissipate considerably.

"Ye Ming, it's unnecessary to be happy over this matter; our most important task at the moment is to court the mysterious Prince Consort of the Rothschild Clan."

"As long as we win his favor, our future will be bright, we will truly become important figures, reach the pinnacle of life, and be revered by the world!"

"Treading on Ye Huan is just a small episode."

"When Tianyun International falls, when he truly regrets confronting me, regrets being your enemy, then it's not too late to be happy."

"We should focus on winning that big shot's favor. It isn't worth wasting too much effort on an almost clown-like Ye Huan. After all, for you and me, soon to curry favor with Western's number one Prince Consort and become giants, Ye Huan is nothing."

Brandon adjusted his suit and said breezily.

The invisible arrogance, most deadly.

Ye Ming seemed to imagine the deeply regretful look on Ye Huan, uncontrollable joy surged as he thanked, "You're right, brother, thank you so much for helping me vent my anger! Only you could have such sway to get Chanel Group to help deal with Tianyun International, amazing!"

"Stop flattering, let's go."

Brandon dismissed it.

The two had already reached a Maserati Quattroporte by the street.

Brandon was just about to open the car door when he saw a somewhat familiar figure running past and directly towards Shangri-La. His hand paused.

He turned his head and focused.

Isn't that the heir to Chanel Group—Louis?

Why is this guy here?

Also, the woman accompanying him, isn't that Chanel Group's vice president, Kardashian?

Why are they coming together?

Brandon frowned, feeling uneasy inside.

The next scene shocked him greatly!

"Grandpa Ye, Grandma Liu, I can finally see you!" Louis stopped in front of Ye Huan and Liu Tianyun, and said joyfully!

Grandpa Ye?

Grandma Liu?

Brandon and Ye Ming's eyes widened.

Are you kidding me, you, the heir of Chanel Group, calling Ye Huan Grandpa and Liu Tianyun Grandma?

Didn't you just kick them out of Chanel Group?

Now you're calling them grandpa and grandma, what's going on?!

Meanwhile.

Looking at the tall 180 cm blonde man in an expensive suit in front of him, Ye Huan frowned, wondering since when he had another grandson?