CHAPTER 1276: CHAPTER 436: WELL DONE

So after Sigmund Warburg sat down in his usual spot, the bartender, without needing Sigmund Warburg to speak, had already served him a glass of red wine along with a plate of cheese.

Sigmund Warburg sat there in silence, having just replied to Anthony Rothschild that the matters over in Los Angeles were going smoothly.

Now that Joan Harrison and Jimmy Chandler have disappeared, where will I go to take photos?

"Maybe photos aren’t needed anymore!"

Sigmund Warburg suddenly thought, since he already knew about Joan Harrison and Jimmy Chandler’s affair, wouldn’t it be better to just say the two eloped?

"No, pictures are still necessary!"

Sigmund Warburg muttered to himself, photos of Joan Harrison and Jimmy Chandler meeting were needed, as photos create a story.

Upon figuring this out, Sigmund Warburg decided to call his contact in Los Angeles after returning home, instructing them to find the photographer even if Joan Harrison couldn’t be located. Surely the three of them couldn’t have eloped together, right?

"Then is that woman named Emma Harrison, the replacement sent by the Harrison family?"

Sigmund Warburg pondered, feeling he should investigate Emma Harrison’s situation. If Emma were to follow in Joan’s footsteps, the Block Family and the Harrison family definitely wouldn’t be able to form an alliance!

Once he had everything figured out, Sigmund Warburg’s mood started to improve.

Things were ultimately in his favor!

"Sir, would you like another glass?"

Seeing the smile on Sigmund Warburg’s face, the bartender tentatively asked.

It was only then that Sigmund Warburg noticed his glass of red wine was empty.

"No, this is enough!" Sigmund Warburg said as he stood up to leave.

"Sir, you always don’t mind the cost of wine, why do you only drink this much each time?" The bartender couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked Sigmund Warburg his lingering question.

Sigmund Warburg chuckled softly: "Red wine is good, but you can’t overindulge. I need a strong body to live up to 90 years!"

The bartender was stunned, never expecting such an answer!

When he was about to ask more, Sigmund Warburg had already walked out of the tavern.

Outside the tavern, lights were bright, the temperature moderate. Sigmund Warburg took a deep breath of the slightly moist air, preparing to head home.

Just at that moment, a Ford car stopped beside Sigmund Warburg.

The sound of the brakes caught Sigmund Warburg’s attention, he stopped and turned to look at the car, then saw the window roll down, revealing several black gun muzzles aimed at him.

Before Sigmund Warburg could react, gunfire erupted!

The car drove away.

As Sigmund Warburg fell, his body was riddled with bullet holes, with blood pouring from him.

The gunshots drew the attention of the surrounding people. Only after the gunfire had ceased for a while did people begin to come out to check, including the tavern’s bartender, who then saw Sigmund Warburg lying in a pool of blood.

"Ninety years?"

The bartender recalled Sigmund Warburg’s wish.

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In Cameron Block’s estate in Los Angeles, in the room where Joan Harrison once slept, Emma Harrison was now wearing a form-fitting black leather outfit... not much was actually covered.

Cameron Block wore a similar outfit, just a pair of black leather shorts, both with some bruises on them.

But neither seemed to care.

"Why was it Sigmund Warburg? I think it should have been Anthony Rothschild!"

Emma Harrison said, clearly displeased.

Cameron Block snorted coldly, delivering a hard slap, as Emma Harrison lifted her leg, her long high heel kicking Cameron Block’s abdomen.

"Kill Anthony Rothschild? I haven’t gone crazy yet!"

Emma Harrison, seeing Cameron Block clutching his abdomen and bending over, swiftly jumped onto Cameron Block’s back, wrapping her right arm tightly around his neck.

"Anyway, no one knows it was us, so what if we killed them, are you afraid of him?"

Cameron Block, struggling to breathe, didn’t plead for mercy. Standing upright, he fell backward with force. Even though the ground was covered with a thick carpet, Emma Harrison, in pain, loosened her grip on Cameron Block’s neck.

"I’m not afraid of him, but if killed him, what happens to Venus Bank’s business in Europe? The Rothschild Family indeed might not know it was us, but they will deduce. In the entire United States, who apart from our families would have the courage and capacity to do such a thing?"

Honestly, Cameron Block didn’t know if Sigmund Warburg was involved in the Joan Harrison incident, but he had to vent somehow. Generally speaking, these kinds of vile acts were mostly done by the Rothschild Family, so if he struck at the Rothschilds’ key members in the United States, it would be okay!

Pinned down, Emma Harrison clawed at Cameron Block’s waist, leaving a few bloody marks in an instant, painful enough to make Cameron Block roll away in departure.