Chapter 1240: Dilemma

Fischerin said lightly, looking at Alice.
"You didn't tell him?"
"No!"
Alice quickly shook her head and said, "Let me massage it for you and alleviate the fatigue!"
Fischer nodded, lying on the bed, and Alice massaged him directly.
Europe, country Y.
In a huge castle, there is an extremely luxurious room.
The carpet in the room is made of fine wool rugs, gorgeous crystal agate chandeliers, and frescoes of the last century hung on the surrounding walls.
There is also a pile of antique relics from the last century. Anything is worth ten million yuan. It can be said that this room is extravagant.
And on a luxurious sofa in this room, a young man wearing a tuxedo, blonde hair, a fair-skinned look, and an evil look sat here.
Holding a glass of red wine with decades of history, two maids are massaging their legs and enjoying the emperor-like treatment.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked in quickly and watched the young man bow down and said, "Master!"
"What does Fischerline mean?"
The young man took a sip of red wine slowly and spat softly.
"Still determined!"
The middle-aged man shook his head and spat.
"Interesting, I like this kind of stubborn woman, so that you will have pleasure when conquered, but the stubborn woman will eventually have to kneel in front of my Flot and lick me!"
The young man's mouth showed an extremely confident smile, and the evil light in his eyes flashed.
In Country Y, you have to ask what is the most famous, not what attractions, but a building, a building up to 300 stories high, with a height of nearly 1,000 kilometers-Xuefeng Building.
This tallest building in Europe is the headquarters of L'Oreal Group, which was also built by Fischerin.
The name was a combination of the names of Fischerline and Xiao Yifeng, and the building was built after the two confirmed their relationship.
At this time, in a conference room on the top floor of the building, a group of shareholder directors and managers of the L'Oreal Group gathered here.
Wearing a formal suit, Fischerline was sitting next to Alice, and in the position of Fischerline's deputy, was sitting Lolita Vice President Crut, the Cruz who was injured by Xiao Yifeng. brother.
"President, you can see the situation today. The owner is in critical condition. The Locke family is now being followed by many European chaebol families, and it is already difficult to take care of Upper Olivia."
"Now that L'Oreal is under siege by more than a dozen European top groups, major banks have cut off our funds, and those companies that cooperate with us have all given up cooperation."
"All this has put Loliya in a dilemma. If you don't make a decision, Loliya will accompany you to die."
Crut looked at Fischerin coldly, his eyes glowing strangely.
"What decision do you want me to make?"
Fischerin's eyes glanced at this Crut.
"Leave L'Oreal's position to me, and then reassured to be Master Flott's woman, so that not only L'Oreal can be preserved, but even the Rock family can be preserved, and the interests of all of us present are not. There will be losses, what do you guys think? "
Crut looked at everyone in the conference room and said.
"Yes, the vice president is right!"
Everyone present echoed.
"President, did you hear that? This is the suggestion of all of us. I also hope that you will make some sacrifices in order to take the overall situation into consideration, and that Master Flott is the heir of the Charles family, one of the thirteen clan members."
"If you become his woman, you will definitely not lose anything, nor will you tarnish your identity. I also hope that the president will think about it. Although this matter will lose some money for you, the gain will be greater. . "
Crut watched Fisherman keep talking.
Fischer's complexion was deep ~ EbookFREE.me ~ His face was a bit ugly, her eyes twinkled.
"Crut, don't think that I don't know what you are doing secretly, and unite with Flot, isn't it just trying to control L'Oreal? I tell you, even if L'Oreal declares bankruptcy, I definitely don't Let it fall into your hands, and you don't dream. "
Fischerin's eyes were firm and she vomited coldly.
"Fishlin, you ..."
Crut suddenly stared at Fischerlin with a very ugly face, his eyes flashed.
"Okay, have personality!"
A heartbreaking voice came in from outside the office, and then the door of the office was opened directly, and a group of people came in.
The young man, headed by blond hair, wearing a gorgeous tuxedo, with a wicked look, is the heir of the Charles family, one of the thirteen clan bloods, and also the man who wants to get Fischer.
Behind Froth stood a group of people, all of them strong members of the Charles family, but also all blood people, one by one introverted.
"Master Flott!"
Watching the young man appear, Crutt hurried forward, looking at the Flot with a bowed expression, like a faithful slave.