All Chapters of Powerless Against His Feisty Wife: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

Grayson pleaded, "Please listen to me. I'll be back very soon. Now that we know where Robert is, we can take him back to Maltford once we've rescued him. If things go well, I will be back tonight."He couldn't stay in Mandoria once he saved Robert. He had to bring him back immediately. Maltford was where the two of them belonged.Belle pouted without replying. Could Grayson make it back that night?If things went that smoothly, then didn't that mean those people who tried to trap Robert were bad at their jobs?"Belle, are you listening to me?" Grayson asked, panicking. Belle quickly replied, "Yes, I'm here.""Be good, okay? Stay at home and wait for me. Do it for me.""I—""If you really do come over, I will get mad and jealous. I would think that you came here for Robert. You know what I've always thought of him, right? Do you want me to be sad?"Belle fell silent.Grayson said, "If you think of it as doing it for me, can you please stay in Maltford?"Belle's lips twitched

Rodney asked, "Then should we continue with the original plan without saving Mr. Strauss?""Yes," Grayson replied in a low voice.Suddenly, both Sam and Rodney's phones rang at the same time. Both of them picked up with different expressions on their faces.Sam said, "Mr. Page, Mr. Quinn is here, but he got caught the moment he got off the plane."Grayson's eyes widened in disbelief."He's been brought back by the Hannibals for a 'nice cup of tea.'"Grayson pressed his lips together in disdain. Was Scott trying to get caught by being so obvious about it?Given the well-known closeness between Scott and Robert, the fact that he appeared right after Robert's capture seemed like an unmistakable indication that he was inviting trouble.How could the Hannibals let him walk around freely?"Don't worry though, Mr. Page. Mr. Quinn's father has already announced that he'll bomb the whole of Mandoria if anyone dares to lay a hand on his son."Grayson stayed silent. It did seem like som

Grayson shook Shane's hand with a neutral expression and sat down casually.Shane beckoned for someone to bring some coffee and continued to act in a decently friendly manner toward Grayson. "I heard that it's your first time in Mandoria. You must have witnessed some competitions before, haven't you? Let's chat as we enjoy the show."The fighting ring lay right in front of them, encircled by rows and rows of seats for the audience.Regular attendees typically occupied the lower seats, while only VIPs had the privilege of watching from private booths. Rumors circulated that renting these private booths cost at least 100,000 dollars.In the center of the fighting ring stood a thin, unattractive girl. Her hair hung messily over her face, and she stood barefoot with a stick in hand. Caution filled her eyes as she shivered in fear while observing the audience.The crowd was shouting, "Let it out! Let it out!""What are they waiting for? Hurry up! I want to see her get torn to shreds!"

Shane scoffed, "He's just a cowardly chicken. He's scared of dying."　　Grayson narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why do you say that?"Shane shrugged, unwilling to say any more.Grayson fell silent for a moment before saying, "I heard that the Roland family isn't doing too well. Are the other families ganging up against you?"Shane exploded. "They want to put us out, but so far, the Rolands have been doing just as well! I'm not tooting my own horn, but if you're willing to work with me, I can give you the lion's share of our profits. The most other families can offer is a 60-40 divide, but I can give you 80 percent of the profits."The expression of everyone in the room changed the moment Shane finished speaking.Grayson fell silent for a moment and said, "I need to think about it.""Alright, alright. No rush. Go back and think about it. It's your first time here, so I'm sure you must feel unfamiliar with the place. If anything happens, just say my name. Even if we don't work togeth

Seven let go of Cadel and stood behind Grayson with a steely expression. He stared at Cadel and the rest of the soldiers disdainfully.Cadel stroked his throat angrily and gestured with a dark expression for his soldiers to retreat. Then, he called for someone else. "Bring Mr. Quinn a drink!"Cadel sat down with a much better attitude than before. "We obviously want to work with you, or we wouldn't have invited you over. Morgan is the head of the Hannibals, and as his younger brother and a direct relative, it shows how sincere we are about making this deal."A lot of businessmen come and go, but not many get to meet me. I only did that because I was unhappy that you ran off to meet with the Rolands before meeting us. I hate two-timers."Grayson's expression remained unfazed. "I wanted to work with you guys, but no one was replying to me, and since the Rolands approached me first, I naturally had to show up. I don't care about the rivalry your families have. I only care about the pr