My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

The moment Christen had finished speaking, a black Cadillac ALADE SUV gradually steered into the compounds of the mansion. It was elegant yet solid, much like all the other iterations of the Cadillac family.

With a 6.2 displacement V8 engine, it was truly a rarity in China. But since it was an import from the US, it was only about 100 grand, which was rather affordable.

Down came two men dressed in dark colors. They hurriedly rushed to open the doors by the passengers seat, before a bald, middle-aged man hopped off.

Down came none other than Poseidon, but in a full marine uniform this time.

Poseidon came towards the entrance of the mansion. As he strode along the path, he lifted his head and glanced at Christen as a nod of respect.

Christen gave him the bare minimum as a response before moving her pupils, hinting to let them in.

The two bodyguards stood by the gate, while Poseidon took the bald man along into the house and made his way straight towards Yang Chen.

“Oh, old bag, I was quite sure you were a Hawaiian chef just yesterday, and immediately today youre a US Marines commander?” Yang Chen burst into laughter.

Poseidon was unfazed by his joke as he stoically replied, “Yang Chen, my name is Prandelli. I am a lifelong accoladed admiral of the US Marine Corps. Im not here to joke with you. Today, Im here to settle this once and for all.”

The bald middle-aged man lifted his head as he modestly explained, “This must be Your Majesty Pluto. I am the current chief of the FBI, Robert Mueller. Its my pleasure to meet you—”

“Alright cut the crap. Say what you must and make it quick.” Yang Chen was not having any of it today.

Robert grinned as he continued, “So heres the thing, Admiral Prandelli has already proven that youre not the culprit of the US Marines fleet ambush incident. Im here to apologize on behalf of the US government for the inconveniences and misunderstandings that have come to past.”