Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist - Chapter 311: Hatching a New Plan

Chapter 311: Hatching a New Plan

Before Alex knew it, he was back on a plane headed straight for the middle east. After all, he could not teleport just anywhere within the world, while he could freely teleport to wherever his heroines may be at any given moment.

In order to get back to where he was prior, assuming it was not one of such locations, he would have to mark a waypoint for him to teleport to. This meant that he had to first fly to a country where an unconquered heroine was located, mark a location which he could freely teleport to and from without notice, and then go from there.

It was a major pain in the ass, but when compared to his previous methods of travel was still infinitely superior. The flight was long, but it was far from boring. As Alex had his flight attendants to keep him company.

And they always knew how to keep the man best entertained. Of course, once the plane landed, they would go their separate ways, allowing for Alex to focus on the conquest of his heroines.

When Alex arrived in the capital of Saudi Arabia, he received a far warmer welcome this time around. His passport was officially marked as a diplomatic one, and he was welcomed by staff of the US embassy who decided to take him to visit the ambassador.

A man who, prior to the rewriting of the narrative, Alex had knocked out cold in front of the Saudi Princess. But as a result of these changes, Alex now found himself with a chance to make a far better first impression. Not that the man was anyone Alex was personally interested in making friends with.

The armored limousine which Alex was being transported in eventually made its way to the US Embassy, where Alex was ushered inside, and greeted by a staff member who assured him that the Ambassador would be meeting with him shortly.

To put it simply, Diana had pulled friends with her contacts in the US Federal government, contacts who she paid significant funds to their election campaigns, to get Alex a spot in the diplomatic detail to Saudi Arabia.

What was the extent of Alex’s actual responsibilities? Not much. Nobody really expected a college dropout, who was also a professional fighter, to fulfil any important tasks. Officially, he was the aid to the Ambassador, but apparently there was already a woman fulfilling that role, causing some confusion to Alex, who waited for his meeting with the ambassador.

And eventually, after several hours of waiting, the Ambassador called Alex into his office, who demanded that Alex shut the door behind him. Once Alex had sat down, without permission no less, he sat there with a stoic expression on his face.

Alex was dressed like a proper gentleman, three-piece suit, luxury watch, the whole nine yards. But he was far from a man of high society, and he proved this when he spoke to the man rather informally.

“So, are you going to explain why you had me wait three hours in this fucking building when we could have gotten this dick measuring contest over with in a matter of minutes? Is that your way of flexing towards me?

You do realize the reason I’m here is because the people you work for are bought and paid for by me, right? I mean, you don’t honestly expect me to work for you, do you?”

Frank’s response was actually out of Alex’s expectations. He frowned at Alex and poured himself a drink without offering one to Alex, before leaning back in his chair and speaking to Alex as if he were a mere child.

“You are exactly what I expected you to be. Do you know that, Mr. Smith? I have done quite an extensive digging into your past, and to say that you are nothing more than a common thug would be an understatement.

How someone like you came into so much money, where you could bribe politicians so that you can buy your way you into my delegation, is completely unknown to me. But let’s get one thing straight here: you have completely and utterly wasted your money.

Sure, the jackasses in Washington might be corrupt enough to follow your antics, but no amount of money is going to convince me to let you step foot within a mile of the Saudi Royal Palace. I’m afraid you have wasted your valuable time by coming here.”

Alex paid attention to only half of the smug words that came out of the ambassador’s face. Instead, he was attracted to the man’s family portrait, which contained a photo of him, his wife, who was gorgeous for her age, and his young daughter, who had to at most be twenty-one.

The photo appeared to have been taken recently, as it was within the streets of Riyadh, and the two women were wearing hijabs. After seeing the two beautiful women, Alex smirked before shifting his attention back to the US Ambassador to Saudi Arabia, a man by the name of Frank Rosenberg.

And when he did, Alex clicked his tongue three times before asking the man for clarification.

“Tsk…Tsk…Tsk… So let me see if I’m understanding you here. Your bosses are going to take my money, and yet you are going to refuse to give me what I paid for?”

Frank did not like the look on Alex’s face, but he also didn’t notice Alex staring at the photo of his family on the desk. Thus, he doubled down, with a hint of severity in his tone, as he responded to Alex.

“Yes, that is precisely right….”

Alex then stood up from his seat and approached the door, taking one last look at the photo before issuing a veiled threat to the American ambassador.

“Well, I’ll tell you this Mr. Ambassador, one way or another I always get my money worth, you have a beautiful family…. You would be well to take proper care of them…”

After saying this, Alex left the embassy, though he did not outright say anything threatening. The tone in the man’s voice, as well as the smug smile on his face, led Frank to believe Alex was up to something. But what exactly did the man planned to do? Frank did not know.

As for Alex, he was taken to his hotel, where he hatched a plan on how to fuck the smug Ambassador’s wife and daughter, though this was definitely a detour in his plans to conquer Aisha, Alex would not get anywhere until this little rat was on his knees begging for forgiveness.