Shahril lifted her neck, her red lips pursed and let out a muffled snort of pain, her bound body writhing in pain, as her hands and feet pressed against her back, leaving only a bare torso, like a flesh worm trapped in a spider's web.

"You're in luck. ”

Charlene pinched her chin and said in a mocking tone: "Lord Earl has returned, I don't plan to waste too much time on you, obediently go back to the lair, don't let me see you again." ”

“...... Yes, sir. ”

The fairy lady gasped with difficulty, her blue pupils constricting slightly, revealing a look of fear or regret.

"Disappear. ”

She swung a wind blade with her backhand, splitting the rope that bound Shahrir, watching the other party tremble slightly, and his limbs fell to the ground to recover into a prototype, turning into a cloud of black mist and rushing into the distance.

"Why did Shahril come back?" said Are, walking through the backyard porch and appearing in front of Charlene with his voice.

"I just saw the guy parked on the construction site, and I thought it was a little inexplicable, so I took her back. She straightened her sideburns and bowed her head slightly to hide the remaining flush on her face.

"And then?"

"And then, of course, a beating. ”

Charlene...... I hope you can tell me honestly about this. He walked up to the other party, his eyes fixed on the pair of beautiful eyes that were a little flustered, and asked in a hurry:

"Do you like torturing Shahrir?"

"......" Charlene was stunned for a moment, and suddenly covered her mouth in panic, and a layer of mist surged up in her bright green eyes in an instant.

"Don't be nervous, I won't interfere with your petty interests. Yare saw her panicked look. I also became a little flustered. Quickly explained:

"I'm just curious. ”

"A little. She bit her thin lip. Look at him nervously.

"I can also see that she seems willing to be ...... by you Punishment, what kind of mentality is this. Yalei stared at each other with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I don't know. Charlene bent her soft white neck and stared nervously at the ground, her green eyes trembling imperceptibly.

The black-haired knight looked at her lovingly, and suddenly said:

"If Shahril wants to, then whatever you like. ”

"Really?"

She looked up suddenly. He looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked with surprise and joy.

"I lied to you?"

He was too busy to interfere with such a trivial matter, and it wouldn't hurt if he could get the changeling to obey in this way.

Putting aside her somewhat nasty little interest for a moment, Areley took out a plain white letter from his jacket pocket and pinched it between his fingers:

"There's something I need you to do for me. ”

Charlene quickly regained her vigor and clasped her hands in front of her: "What's the matter?"

"Regarding the propaganda of the territory, I intend for you to send this letter to Amber. The envelope had the address on it, with his current financial resources. Enough to expose Glamorgan to the world in a new way. ”

"Aren't you going along?" she pouted unwillingly.

"If I leave, who's going to scare those three guys?" he said with a bit of a headache.

"Alright then, I'll be back as soon as possible, what else does I need to do?"

"Buy 20,000 pounds of fertilizer and bring it in by sea from our port and try to let as many people know about it, you know. Yare squeezed his eyes comically.

......

East Coast – The main seat of the Amber Consortium, a retro-style domed tower that originally belonged to an ancient family consortium rooted in Thrace, and is now part of the Amber Consortium, along with the consortium itself.

Beneath the tower, a white courtyard wraps around gardens and pavilions, surrounded by a sharp fence entwined with white vines.

The entrance and exit of the stone gate of the arch structure is a cobblestone avenue, flanked by large green meadows, where many nearby bear children are chasing and playing.

In a pavilion closest to the main building, there is a faint sound of laughter coming from it, and there is a round table and stone bench inside, and the author's three customers are talking and laughing, all of them are carrying a feather fan full of the fragrance of fat powder, and their expressions are dignified and natural, looking elegant and calm.

The doors of the main building were open, and from time to time well-dressed gentlemen and ladies came in and out, most of them followed by an employee of the consortium, all carefully discussing cooperation.

Click! Click!

Accompanied by the sound of heavy wheels rolling, a strange whistle sounded and attracted the attention of many people from a long distance. The shape of this carriage is very peculiar, and it may not be called a carriage, because there are no horses in front of it, and the body is quite simple and simple, and it is completely an iron coffin with wheels installed.

However, no one questioned the appearance of this strange car, whether it was the employees of the consortium or the VIPs seeking cooperation, they all gave it a polite greeting.

Because the owner of this strange car is the founder of the consortium himself, Amber is a tyrant.

Many people are tolerant of the fact that this super-rich man does not like to ride in horse-drawn carriages, but prefers strange iron coffins, and in their eyes, there are some quirks in capable people, which is completely human.

Before the car stopped, his beautiful secretary Delis trotted over in a hurry, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Amber, Mr. Fogel is waiting for you inside, please come in." ”

"So fast?"

He hurriedly tidied up his appearance, tightened his tie with the help of his secretary, collected his mind, and followed Delis to the entrance of the main building.

"How many people did he bring with him today?" Amber asked with a blank face, staring at the secretary's bumpy hips.

"There is only one man, sir. The other party quickly turned his head and replied.

"Is there only one person...... his expression became much more serious.

One after the other, the two of them came out of the hall and walked to the side hall, where a civilian elevator was placed, and they walked into the center of the round platform, and under the control of a scholar mage, they ascended to the top floor.

In the VIP reception room on the right, a middle-aged gentleman with a mustache was anxiously pacing back and forth in the room, and when he heard the footsteps of the two, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Amber, our deal is blown!" he shouted as he stomped his foot angrily.

"Dear Mr. Fogel, I respect every decision you make, but have you found a stronger supporter before you abandon me as a benefactor?" Amber said with a smile on his face.

"Master Jin, if I get together with you again, my career will be over!" At this point, an expression appeared on his face that he wanted to say nothing, and looked at Delis, who was standing aside.

"Miss Delis, could you please make a cup of black tea for our esteemed guest. Amber then turned to his female secretary and asked politely.

"Of course. Delis bowed slightly respectfully, glanced at the anxious Mr. Fogel, and quickly turned and walked to the side door on the other side.

Seeing the female secret history leave, Faulcan immediately stepped in front of the other party with an arrow step, and said quickly:

"Do you know how high-profile your approach is, and countless pairs of eyes are watching you throughout the House of Commons, and they can't wait to break you and me to pieces!"

"Why? I'm just an honest businessman, always doing business under the rules of the law. He said with a look of injustice.

"That's right, you don't have any illegal records, you have a clean background, and you're kind and generous. Fogel blew the horn in a strange arc, and said in a strange manner:

"But Mr. Amber, you have monopolized one-fifth of the low-grade magic stone mines in the country, don't forget that. ”

"Of course I understand that the rotten conglomerates that should have gone to the grave a long time ago coveted my estate and tried to manipulate the House of Commons against me, right?"

Amber's eyes flashed with coldness, and he turned to the large floor-to-ceiling window facing him, and his left hand subconsciously rubbed the blue diamond ring on the thumb of his right hand.

"It's good that you understand, listen to me, Amber, you get too much, if you don't share part of the profits, you and your consortium, as well as our friends, will be torn to pieces and eaten by them. Foglin said in a hoarse voice with fire in his eyes.

"How much do they want?" Amber looked at him calmly.

"At least 70% equity. Fogel licked his somewhat dry mouth and blew, and seeing a trace of displeasure on the other party's face, he raised his voice and added:

"But my people and I mediated to save you half of it, and you are still the leader of the consortium. ”

"I see. Amber closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"It's best if you can understand it, but it's not a bad thing to do so, and there are several people who agree that you will join their family, so that the Amber Consortium can continue to exist. Fogel looked relieved, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and said slowly.

"You tell them I'd rather give money to real friends than feed them to dogs!" Amber opened his eyes, revealing two fierce glances.

"......" his expression suffocated his face, he opened his mouth, and stopped talking several times.

"Mr. Fogel, you don't have to worry about this, I have my own way of dealing with it. Amber regained his gentle expression and spoke to him as if comfortingly.

"Well, since you don't listen to me...... Just prepare to deal with the antitrust bill they drafted, and wait for the empire to send someone to break up and reorganize your magic stone industry!" With that, Fogel angrily threw the door away.

Amber watched him leave expressionlessly, a trace of anger appeared on his gentle face, and he sneered: "This beast, Lao Tzu really raised a white-eyed wolf!"

After half a ring, Miss Alyss walked back with two cups of black tea, looked at the boss who was standing alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and whispered:

"Is Mr. Fogel gone?"

Amber did not answer the question, but said to her, "Miss Delis, gather all the stakeholders for me, and it is time to discuss the fate of the consortium." (To be continued......)