FreeNovel"I've never needed to consult my father in the things I do!" Lifting the hem of her gown, Rosella went over to Melody. Immediately, a bodyguard stepped forward to pull out a chair for her. Hundreds of eyes in the venue focused on her.
Melody was a bit nervous at that moment. She had met Rosella once in Xanthalos. Rosella seemed much more humble in Nash's presence back then.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow, she was letting her demeanor as an heiress of a top-tier wealthy run wild. Even the chairperson of a hundred-billion corporation was overwhelmed.
"I burned down the Inspection Office when I was eight." Rosella slowly sat down, her beautiful eyes fixed on Luther calmly as she continued, "There may be things my father doesn't dare do in Eastjon, but there's absolutely nothing I fear to do!" At the Blancos' family hin Eastjon, the family was sitting in the living room watching television. The screen was showing live footage of the event at Gladwell Sales Office.
The cigarette in Yelzog's hand was almost burning his fingers. Shakily, Feruz lit his half cigarette that had gone out stago. He was mad. Even madder than his father! Affluence Group was much more formidable than Eastjon Group. If a full-scale war were to break out, they would suffer more than whatever they unleashed on their enemy.
Yelzog bent over and lifted a bottle of aged liquor from the coffee table, taking a few gulps before exhaling and saying, "Old man, you see that? That's my daughter. Does your girl have guts like this?" Feruz slapped Yelzog on the back of his head. "Keep spoiling her, then!" In Jonford, outside Gladwell Sales Office, the scene was eerily quiet. The only sound was that of the baby in Hera's arms sucking on a bottle.
Annoyed by the noise, Luther took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled it quickly without even bringing the smoke into his lungs.
His sharp eyes were fixed on Rosella's face through the smoke. She was beautiful yet incredibly arrogant. "Then let's try it out," he said softly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe elders of Affluence Group had long been displeased with the King of Eastjon. If Rosella were to start a war, Affluence Group had no qualms about meeting it head-on.
Elrog immediately stepped forward to mediate the situation. “Mr. Marcon, it's not good to harm the peace over seating arrangements." This niece of his was too damn arrogant. Even more so than her father. Was she really going to get into a fight with Affluence Group? Was she not afraid of getting burned? Luther glanced at Elrog. "Is this just about seating arrangements? This is about Affluence Group's reputation!" Elrog smiled wryly. "How about I arrange another table for you?" "Mr. Elrog, if you dare to set up a table just for him, I'll have my father kick you out of the family tomorrow!" Rosella lifted her wine glass elegantly and raised an eyebrow at Melody. "Shall we drink?" Melody smiled broadly. "A lot can change in three days. It's best to look at each other with new eyes!" The two clinked glasses and then tilted back their pale necks, downing their drinks while hundreds watched them.
Luther's expression grew darker and darker. Here he was standing, and they were drinking? How could they disregard him so blatantly? Elrog's shirt under his black suit was already soaked with cold sweat. He dared not question Rosella's words.
If Rosella had said this privately, he might have dismissed her op scolded her. However, with Rosella saying this in front of so many prominent figures, he definitely had no choice but to support her. Otherwise, the King of Eastjon would make a fuss.
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