"Philippe I has already admitted defeat. It is really rare. It is rare to see him bowing his head and admitting defeat."
Just when a few people on the top floor of the Wildenstein Building were signing the peace treaty, they were in an old manor in the north of Atlanta.
An old man lying on a rocking chair suddenly stood up and looked at the few people floating on the top of the clouds with his brilliant eyes.
"You seem surprised?"
Alyssa looked at her great-grandfather in confusion: "Roland Benedick has already lost. If someone hadn't intervened, he would have been chopped into pieces by the maid of my boss."
"Son, you don't know the power that old Phillip has."
The old man lay back slowly: "This is a spider hidden in the dark. In the corner where no one notices, it weaves a huge network that is difficult for outsiders to fathom. But now, he has given up to Kang Xiuli.
Do you know what this means?"
Alyssa just thought for a moment: "You mean, Kang Xiuli's strength is so powerful that he thinks he has no chance of winning?"
"Smart little girl, what I must tell you is that during this confrontation, there must have been a secret battle that we don't know about. I think Philip I should be at a disadvantage overall. Of course, Roland Benedick was unexpected
Defeat is the key to victory or defeat."
After the old man finished speaking with emotion, he handed a document at hand to Alyssa: "You can leave the little girl, it should be safe in Atlanta. Also, take this thing away by the way, this
They all belong to you."
Alyssa glanced at it suspiciously and found that these were several property transfer documents, including shares and real estate, with a value of about 250 million gold shields.
For the Targaryen family, which has many descendants, this is already a huge sum of money.
But after she looked at it, she sneered: "This is the reward for me and the right person, right? I'm very curious, what will happen if A Mo loses? Will he throw me out?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"
The old man rocked the rocking chair leisurely: "I asked someone to take you over forcibly, just for your safety! You little bastard, can't you even distinguish good intentions? Alisa, you must understand that every Targaryen has
It's their own path. I never interfere with their choices, I only try my best to give them
Help them, your father, and you, too. But beyond that, I'm sorry I can't do more. Your boss has unlimited potential. The Targaryens can compete with him.
Cooperate, but there is no need to get involved too deeply. This is the way our family lives now."
"It sounds like he is very smart, very thorough, and very far-sighted, but it is a pity. I just discovered it, old man, you are actually very envious, right? I mean Roth Linden. If you had been on my boss's side at that time
, now maybe we can cut some flesh off those two guys. Unfortunately, this opportunity only comes once."
Alyssa sneered and walked out of the door with those documents: "Bye, old man! Thank you for the dinner. In return for this property, I will help the family say something nice to my boss. If I didn't
If you understand it wrong, you not only want to invest in his fleet, but also plan to take a share when he goes to open up the dark world, right? Also, say hello to the adult in the room next to me. Since he doesn’t want to see me,
Then I won’t disturb him.”
When the figure of the female demonic hunter disappeared behind the door, the old man in the rocking chair suddenly sat up again, holding his forehead with his hand as he felt a headache: "Why are young people today so difficult to fool?
"
"I told you that you underestimated her."
At this time, a young man walked out of the room on the other side, with a helpless look on his face: "But I never expected this result beforehand. What a pity! Although I saw Roland Ban
Nidick may have suffered a disastrous defeat, but without Roth Linden's decisiveness, he was able to ride the coattails."
"But we are not like the Linden family. There is an irresolvable hatred between them and the Howard family. There is no need for us to participate, right?"
Although the old man said this, he could detect the envy in his tone.
With tens of billions of gold shields in assets, who in this world can’t help but be moved by it? The Targaryen family lacks nothing but money——
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"Cheers! For this victory of my boss."
Also in the north of Atlanta, in a quiet and elegant villa. Nanette Drew took the initiative to raise her glass and clinked it with Ms. Iseult.
The latter took a sip with a wry smile, and then said in a complicated voice: "You defeated Nanette. It seems that I underestimated this son of a family friend. He won this war. I never expected that he would win this war."
Under his command, there is actually a sniper close to the demigod level. And——"
She paused for a moment, then looked steadily at the TV screen in front of her, where the picture was displayed through magical means.
"A true demigod!"
"Elizabeth, that's because you don't know him yet."
Nanette Drew smiled slightly: "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain - I feel that this poem from the East is not accurate. How can you truly understand a person without close contact?
What? Just like my boss, if you keep a distance from him, you will never know what is hidden in his coat."
Ms. Drew's eyes also looked a little strange. She thought to herself, why didn't she underestimate Andre this time?
Hazel Wildenstein—she had always thought that the boss had the most powerful trump card, but she did not use it until the end of the war.
Facing two wars at the same time, can we still have enough energy to spare?
Nanette Drew quickly suppressed this idea, poured herself another glass of wine, and held it in her hand: "This glass, thank you for introducing me to this job. Elizabeth, to be honest, I
Thank you very much."
"It's rare to hear you thank someone so seriously."
Ms. Elizabeth Iseult looked strange: "But I was not sure whether this job was suitable for you before, and I thought you would refuse. I just asked Andre to give it a try——"
"I had no other options at the time, Elizabeth."
Nannette smiled and said: "Fortunately, this last and last resort decision gave me a chance to make a comeback."
When Ms. Iseult heard this, she couldn't help but look slightly solemn: "Nanette, I feel your resentment. You want revenge, right?"
At this time, she received a satellite phone call. When the Comptroller of the City of Atlanta ended the communication and returned to his seat from the courtyard outside, her face showed more joy.
"Another good news comes from Ms. Brad's disciple Nannette. The Benedict family will hand over the Atlantic Intercontinental Bank, which they control, as well as assets of approximately 10 billion gold shields."
"Intercontinental Atlantic Bank? Iver Benedict, did she agree? I asked more, and the current situation does not require her consent at all."
"In fact, there is nothing she can do if she doesn't agree, unless she has to watch the death of Roland, the Saint of Vine. This is the mediation of the Magic Association. No matter how partial Ms. Christie Blade is, she cannot violate the rules-"
Iseult was meditating as he spoke.
"You know what this means, Nanette?"
She was actually thinking about the personal impact of this drastic change on her.
The friendship between the Iseult family and Li Chunchu's family was enough for her to get the support she wanted from Andre Lee Wildenstein.
"With hundreds of billions of gold shields and the ability to contain the Benedict family, my boss's rise is unstoppable. No! He is now one of the most powerful people in Atlanta."
Nanette held the wine glass and walked to the window, then reached forward and grabbed it with her hand in a daze. It seemed that there was something in front of her, within reach.
"Look, Elizabeth, I have a good hand now. With such support, why can't I try to return to that place? From the center of power in the bright world, I can take back everything that once belonged to me!"