Volume 5: The Cold-Blooded Princess and the Dark Paradise Chapter 15: The Mole
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But the development of the plot next was not as everyone thought, and it was somewhat unexpected by everyone.
They had thought that the eldest lady would finally be able to put their memories of today on the right track, and finally be able to talk about the things they were most concerned about right now - they were all members of the Dark Paradise family, and their interests were closely related to the Dark Paradise, and now it was the most special, important and crucial event in the Dark Paradise for decades, the family was in Barblair Beach - in this area where they had been developing for decades, Barblair Beach, which has been fighting with the other two hegemonic forces for decades before finally establishing its leading position, has been placed in an extremely delicate position for various special reasons that have happened recently.
How subtle is it? Subtle to the extent that they, who sit comfortably in such a large classical inner hall today, would be able to walk the streets of unknown alleys tomorrow, or learn to swim with big fish in the water. How can this not make them nervous.
But on the other hand, they found that at such a moment, their current leader, the head of the Dark Heaven Family, the eldest lady with a gloomy personality that they were both familiar and unfamiliar with, did not seem to understand their mood at all, as if they were sitting in another time and space far away from them, looking at them with a smile on an invisible river of starlight, gold, and wine.
It's interesting, it's just a bit of an itch. On the one hand, these guys who usually don't need to suppress themselves very much are all closed their mouths and dare not speak out, but on the other hand, they also feel strange, strange about what kind of trick their eldest lady is playing.
They may not know enough about the new head of the house, but one thing they know for sure is that this young woman is not a fool.
"The problem that the family is facing right now...... The problems that the family is facing now ......"
With her elbows propped up on the table, Safatina leaned forward, crossed her fingers, and touched her nose one by one. She muttered clearly and slowly, then suddenly slammed the table to her feet.
She struck very hard, and very suddenly, startling some people, and her body twitched unconsciously. They all looked up at Safatina, not knowing what was the matter.
And Safatina seemed to be a different person at this time, as if she was topped by the youthful and energetic Nancy next to her, and while leaving her seat, she stretched her waist greatly. She threw her head up, opened her mouth wide and let out a breath, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her soft body twisting debauchedly.
"The problems that the family is facing right now β ladies and gentlemen, my dear family members β are the reasons why we are here today. It's really hard, it's so early, and it's still snowing outside. Look, look at the white that fills the streets and alleys, and doesn't give anyone any room to escape. β
Safatina gathered around the huge long and wide table, talking, walking, step by step, step by step. She floated ghostly from behind the people sitting on the left side of the table, tilting her head to look at the faces of the people on the right side. Some people look away unnaturally when they make eye contact with her, while others are expressionless and motionless.
"That's right......" Safatina smiled, coldly sticking out her tongue and licking her lips, "this is our kingdom, a cold, unforgiving, monotonous, and one-of-a-kind kingdom. A home for which we fought and shed blood and tears. β
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"You guys ask me if I like it β and the answer is no. I can tell you very clearly, to all of you, that I don't like it β I don't like it at all. But that's not the point. If my father ever taught me anything, it's this β the world never respects your wishes, the world never cares who you are or what you are, and never cares about your preferences. No β preferences can never be the criterion or motivation for what you do, there are some things that you don't want to do, no matter how much you like them, so you can't do them, and there are things that you should do, no matter how much you don't like them, but that's what you should do, so you have to do them. β
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"So here I am now β for a place I don't like at all, and doing something I don't want to do at all. I can't tell you how much I don't want to, but it doesn't matter, because my opinion doesn't matter. What I'm doing right now is what I'm supposed to do, and I'm going to do my best to do it. This is the rule of survival that we all share β responsibility above all else. β
Safatina walked to the other end of the long table, opposite her seat. Here she can see her throne, as well as the rabbit and Nancy next to her. The rabbit can't see her face because she is wearing a mask, but Nancy is still the same innocent and lively look. Behind them, the fireplace flame rose, and their shadows swayed and twisted like dancing salamanders.
She stopped here, at one end of the long table, took a light breath, and slowly rested her hands on the table. Not far from her hand was a candle that was so thick on her wrist that it had burned more than half of it.
"That's what I've been taught, guys." She said softly in a flat, soft tone, "Of course, the education I have received is far more than that, but what Qin Zhong impressed the most and what I regarded as fundamental was what I just said to youβdo you think you agree." β
A simple echo. No one said much, but they all said, nodding their heads or whispering in agreement. At this time, they really didn't have any objections, because they did agree with Safatina's ideas. It was this idea that brought them together, survived the brutal selection, and built together the solid foundation of Dark Paradise today. The only thing they were surprised was that Safatina, a later person who was a generation behind them, would recognize the spirit they had enshrined as steel so clearly and so clearly. This made their impression of the eldest lady change a little.
Safatina nodded slightly, but her face changed immediately, as quickly as she turned a book.
"So, now does anyone want to tell me that he has broken this rule, violated his own responsibility, and chose to betray me and his family?"
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"I don't understand what you're talking about, Miss."
In the deathly silence, a low, steady voice rang out, pulling everyone out of the suffocating mire. Everyone, including Safatina and Nancy the Rabbit, looked over to the somewhat blessed figure. He was frowning, looking straight at Safatina.
"Are you saying that there are traitors among usβin the family, Miss?"
"That's exactly what I meant."
"It's not something to be said nonsense."
"Of course. Of course, this is not something that can be said nonsense. β
"So you have any basis for that?"
What Gotti said should be what everyone thinks at this time. They all stared at Safatina, wanting to hear her say. What she just said was scary - traitor, this is not a joke!
Safatina looked at Gotti and then glanced at the rest of the group, her expression unchanged.
"Uncle Tagilon was assassinated. The hand of the Donfrie family. She said calmly.
The moment her words fell, everyone in the audience suddenly exploded. Surprise and disbelief appeared on everyone's faces, their mouths opened, their eyes widened, and they said something noisily and urgently, and a strong atmosphere gradually brewed and gathered, and the red of blood filled every face. Even the calm Gotti became uncalm at this time.
Safatina, and the rabbit and Nancy in front of the fireplaceβtheir eyes were fixed on the faces of everyone present at this moment, and everyone did not let go. But no one knew what they had seen.
"Is this true, Miss?" Gottie's voice became deeper and he shifted from his chair to a different position, "The Donfrie family attacked Tabillon?" Why haven't we all gotten the news? β
"Because it happened just a few hours ago, at the Red Crocodile nightclub. I only got the news this morning. β
ββ¦β¦ Is Tabilon dead? β
"Nope. A private investigator who appeared out of nowhere and our dear Duroc detective happened to be on the scene and ran into the Donflyer Assassins. They saved Uncle Tagilon. β
After Safatina finished speaking, she noticed that the tense atmosphere in the field suddenly relaxed a lot.
ββ¦β¦ This is indeed a tragedy. Gottie's brows furrowed and loosened, loosened and furrowed, and then said slowly, "But this doesn't mean that there is a mole within our family, right?" After all, now Don Frey is ...... with us."
"That's the problem, my dear Gottie." Safatina interrupted Gotti and walked back to her seat along the right side of the long table, holding out a hand and holding up a finger as she went, "Why do you think the Donfried family suddenly thought of attacking Uncle Tagbillon, an old family member who has been out of the dark paradise for an unknown number of years?" β
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"Everybody thinks about it."
Sitting back in the first place, Safatina clapped her hands together, pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the people in front of her happily and coldly.
"Everyone should know my views and attitudes about the relationship between my father and Uncle Tagillon, and I also know the relationship between me and Uncle Tagilon back then. I can tell you for sure that Uncle Tagyron has never really severed ties with the Dark Heaven family. Even after he broke with his father and officially quit the family, he has been secretly working for the family, for me. And in this special time, I feel the need to officially invite this patriarch of Dark Heaven back to his family and let him return to the arms of the organization. I was going to start arranging this as soon as I let you know today...... Then, something happened to him now. β
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"Is this a coincidence?"
Safatina asked indifferently, the round lenses reflecting the strange, suspicious, or thoughtful faces of everyone present. She placed one hand on the table and tapped her index finger on it.
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