My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

It is reasonable to say that only Ye Chen, the Holy See and the Rockefeller family can compete for the blood moon star at the scene. Even if people from several other big families want to fight for the blood moon star, it is impossible to prepare so much funds in advance.

One billion yuan can not be obtained by any family. Even the four major families of Zhonghai, who want to spend one billion yuan in a short period of time, must ask the family elders.

And for this chain of bracelets that didn't have much effect, it cost a billion. Based on Ye Chen's knowledge of them, these old foxes would not make such a mistake.

After all, spending most of the family's working capital can easily cause an economic crisis. If opportunities are found by other large families, the consequences are hard to imagine.

Not only Ye Chen, but even Dracula and Gabriel were surprised by this suddenly emerging competitor.

A magical red flashed in Dracula's eyes, and through the box, he instantly felt the breath of the house.

"Derek, it turned out to be you."

Dracula's face instantly became gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Dracula, my friend, I didn't expect you to be dead."

The moment Prince Derek saw Dracula, he was shocked and said with a look of surprise.

"Do you Norphele family want to go to war with our Rockefeller family?"

Dracula snorted angrily and said with a murderous look.

For this series of blood moon stars, the Rockefeller family prepared a lot, not to mention this series of bracelets not only related to Cain's inheritance, but also related to Louise's promotion.

As long as Louise is promoted to the Duke, she can be considered as a firm foothold in the blood family, and in the near future, she will lead the Rockefeller family to the top.

"Dracula, do you really think I'm afraid you won't make it?"

Prince Derek snorted coldly, and said faintly: "It is really wishful thinking to want to swallow the blood moon and stars alone. Who can get Cain's inheritance depends on his own ability."

"Well, well, I want to see, what is your Nophele family arguing with me."

Dracula sneered with a sneer on his face.

The Rockefeller family is one of the largest families in Europe. The family business is spread all over the world. In terms of assets, the Nofil family can't be compared. Dracula has no concerns about this auction.

"The Nophele family can't fight, I don't know if I can."

At this moment, a young man in luxurious clothes walked over to the bed, looked at Dracula with a smile and said.

This young man is dressed in a silver suit. His face is not as handsome as a man, and his pale blue pupils show the temperament of a noble disciple everywhere.

The moment Ye Chen saw the young man in front of him, his face was slightly aside, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Brother-in-law, who is this young man, a good-looking lady."

Su Xiaozhu looked at the young man's face, curled his lips and said.

Just as Ye Chen was about to speak, an exclamation came from the hall.

"He... he's Jeffrey, he actually came."

"Who is Jeffrey?"

"You don't even know Jeffrey? The first heir to the Rothschild family."

There was a cry of exclamation from the crowd, and the young man's identity was quickly recognized.

The Rothschild family, one of the largest family in the world, emerged in Europe. It is the top financial crocodile. His successor will be the rich man with billions of dollars in the future.

"A member of the Rothschild family has come, or is it the heir?"

Su Xiyue's face changed slightly, she stood up subconsciously, with a solemn look on her face.

Such a behemoth has sent the first heir to Huaxia. It is impossible for such an important person to come to Huaxia in person.

Such important news has been kept secret until now, which in itself represents some problems.

"Derek, you dare to collude with the Rothschild family."

Dracula also knew Geoffrey's identity at this time and said with a gloomy expression.

"Collusion? No, Prince Dracula, we are just cooperating, my father showed a strong curiosity about this bracelet, so I must take him back."

Jeffrey said with a soft smile on his face.

"Why, are those old guys interested in the inheritance of our blood clan?"

Dracula said in a deep voice with a flash of scarlet color in his eyes.

"No, no, no, this is the inheritance of the blood race after all. We naturally understand the rules. The inheritance will be inherited by His Royal Highness Prince Derek. We Rothschild will never intervene."

Jeffrey shook his head and smiled lightly.

"Smelly boy, dare to fight with me Dracula, aren't you afraid to stay here?"

Dracula said with a threatening look on Jeffrey.

"Dracula, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so annoying."

At this time, a strong man came out from behind Jeffrey and looked at Dracula with a smile.

The brawny man who suddenly appeared looked very fierce, covered with sturdy hair, and revealed a trace of wild beasts.

"Wolf King Bart, it turned out to be you, and Rothschild is really a good way to invite you to protect this stinky boy."

Dracula's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

In the underground world of the West, the blood tribe and the werewolf tribe are the two most prosperous tribes, and the tribes are all over the West.

Although the two races occasionally compete, under the threat of the Holy See, the two races unite with each other in order to fight the Holy See, and the relationship is fairly good.

The powerful werewolves comparable to the prince were called the wolf king. In Dracula’s time, Bart was already a silver wolf king, stronger than the average blood prince, and even some evolved into the blond wolf king. potential.

After so many years, Dracula felt extremely strong pressure from Bart.

In his current state, it is impossible to be Bart's opponent.

"Werewolves, it's really interesting. Even you guys came to this muddy water. Didn't Lancelot come? You are a silver-haired wolf king, but you can't take away this blood moon starlight."

A strange light flashed in Hermes' eyes, and he looked at Bart flatly.

Bart subconsciously stared at Hermes' pupils, and suddenly felt a **** vortex sucking his mental power in, and the rich blood slapped him from all directions.

With a bang, Bart felt as if his chest had been severely injured, and his whole body was blown out directly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes were full of horror.

"You know Lancelot, you...who are you?"

Bart looked at Hermes with horror on his face, his muscles suddenly swelled, and his black hair gradually grew longer and gradually turned silver. One of his palms had already turned into wolf claws, and even the entire head was evolving into werewolves. , A trace of terror exuded in the box.