On the top floor of the Wildenstein Building, an impromptu meeting is coming to an end.

"That's all for today, we can't delay any longer on the move of the company's headquarters to Manhattan, and all departments need to speed up the process—"

Just as Consciuary Wildenstein, the president of the group, announced the end of the meeting and stood up from the top of the long table, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly changed, and all the participants were either stretching their waists with tired faces, or hurriedly packing up the papers in front of them.

But at that moment, a young voice rang out in the conference room: "Guys, I think we must have forgotten something. ”

Everyone couldn't help but look sideways at the speaker, and it was a young man with fiery red hair, about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a sunny and tough temperament.

"Hazel Wildenstein, this is a member of our Wildenstein family. But now, this poor little girl, who is suffering inhuman torture in a basement in Atlanta, may become a victim of the resurrection of the Dragon Maiden tonight. ”

At this time, even Conseley Wildenstein stopped, but the first person to respond was the middle-aged man who sat in the second seat on the left and had a somewhat fat figure. His eyes narrowed slightly, shining with displeasure.

"What do you want to say, Philip?"

"What I'm trying to say is that we can't ignore her!"

The young man propped his hands on his desk and glared at the people on either side of the table: "I don't know what caused you to ignore her existence, and you acted as if nothing had happened." But I can't stand it, gentlemen! She has the blood of our Wildenstein family in her veins! And we are now sitting and watching the death of one of our blood relatives!"

"But Philip, she's no longer our people. ”

The person who spoke was beside Kang Xiuli, with a gloomy temperament and a smile on his face: "She and her father have been removed, haven't they? Strictly speaking, she is not qualified to use the surname Wildenstein. ”

"But that doesn't change the fact that the blood in her body belongs to Wildenstein. ”

The eyes of the young man named Philip were filled with anger: "Uncle Cleo, and everyone, have you ever thought about what the famous families in Atlanta will think of the Wildenstein family after this incident? What kind of opinion will those of our clansmen have of the family? This Wildenstein Building, this group company with a market value of hundreds of billions, the original intention of the ancestors to establish it was to protect our people and our bloodline, isn't it?"

"What a powerful speech!"

In the first seat on the right, an extravagant woman in a red suit and skirt smiled and applauded the young man: "I have always believed that Philip, your talent is in the political arena, and if there is a day, your voters will definitely fall for your speech." ”

"Don't praise him so much, Margaret, you'll make him even more carried away. A naïve guy like him, if he really goes into politics, he will be eaten and there will be no bones left. ”

The middle-aged man laughed and shook his head slightly: "Since Philip mentioned the poor little girl, let's take this matter as an agenda vote, everyone? How about agreeing to rescue Hazel and save her from the hands of the Dragon Witch Sect? I think that if the number exceeds 1/3, we can let our private army be dispatched." ”

But ten seconds later, more than 20 people present, including Consely Wildenstein, were indifferent. This made Philip Wildenstein's face redden, and his eyes were annoyed and hateful.

"Wow, is it just Philip?"

Margaret Wildenstein, the woman in the red suit, let out an exclamation and then looked at Jennifer Wildenstein at the bottom of the line: "You've surprised me, Jennifer. With so many people in the room, I thought you were the only one who would agree with him. ”

"I don't understand why you say that, Aunt Margaret. ”

Jennifer's face was slightly gloomy: "What is the reason?"

"Sorry, nothing else. ”

Margaret's lips pursed slightly: "I have heard about your family, your mother and Vivian are very good, and the situation of your two families is very similar. ”

Jennifer's hands under the table couldn't help but clench tightly, and suddenly the muscles burst out.

But just as she was about to respond, Philip's fluctuating aura suddenly calmed down: "Guys, I've heard a saying recently that the reason why our Wildenstein family turned a blind eye to what happened to that little girl was actually an exchange. We gave Hazel as a tribute to Adriana, the Calamity Dragonmaiden, in exchange for the princess not taking revenge on our family for the death of the Calamity Dragon God Disfalk. ”

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged man suddenly got up, and his expression was furious: "You stop Philip for me, do you know what you're talking about? ”

"Of course I do. ”

At this moment, Philip's body burned with golden flames, and his eyes were full of mockery to glance at everyone present: "You have disappointed me, a group of people who keep saying that family affection, the history and honor of Wildenstein are extremely important, and when you really need to maintain the glory of the family and protect our people, you behave like a group of rats in the gutter." I don't understand, what glory is there for such a Willtenstein? Forget it, since you don't want to save that little girl, then I will use my power to intervene, if anyone dares to stop me, or put up obstacles in other ways. I, Philip, swear I'll spend my whole life making you pay for it! I don't care who it is, even if he's my father—"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, as if he was disgusted by the stench of this place.

When he pushed the door open, the man with the fat figure seemed to feel palpitations, and he sat down with his hands on his chest and his face pale.

"He is truly a guy who has awakened the bloodline of the Divine Dragon Osvid, and his sense of justice is unmatched. ”

Margaret chuckled and withdrew her gaze from the doorway, "But we can't really ignore him, can we?" ”

"Of course! Dragonwitch Cult is not our responsibility. ”

Cleo Wildenstein, the gloomy-faced man on the left, said in a calm voice: "Six hundred years ago, we joined forces to form this federation, and we sat back and watched the establishment of powerful institutions like the FBI and the CIA, paying billions of taxes every year, don't we expect them to deal with the security problems that we can't handle? Rodrio, Philip, he is your son, and you are responsible for stopping him. What do you think, father?"

"Yes. ”

Consely Wildenstein, who seemed to be in a state of low interest, got up again and walked to the door of the conference room: "Philip, he wants to save the little girl, it's his freedom, and it's your right to stop him." ”

When this person also left, everyone in the room couldn't help frowning, and they didn't know what they meant for a while.

Jennifer was also puzzled, her eyes were confused, she was wondering what her grandfather's words meant?